Mimoza Ahmeti

Wait a moment, the fevers will be singing within me,
Tiny groans will be heard, terribly subtle,
In the heights of the brain, from the holes of the heart...
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Broken,
sombre,
venomous
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You are going, you are leaving us,
Thinking it's 'forever.'
Fleeing from this, which is yours, ours,
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Outside me
The whole world reels in battle and dream.
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Senses, oh my first victims,
You are open again, you are sucking again, cleansed
You return to life.
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It would be awful
Waking up the same every morning.
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You were once blue-coloured. You have grown dark.
Do you not know what this means?
Remember how my ray
Shot into your sky like an arrow.
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When love is not a means
Wondrous worlds emerge, stars shatter,
Colours vibrate to the sounds of immortality,
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Are the names of kings, merchants and diplomats
Once again to be imposed on memory?
Oh, this mad history will not succeed in arousing
The slightest feelings among the generations.
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Oh, eternal and omnipotent silence,
From you I arose, in an endeavour
To return to you.
But, more arduous is the going back...
I was a child at the time,
Now I am grown.
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Mummy,
Don't let anyone but you read this letter,
Not because it's secret, I'm just not strong enough yet
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I do not want you to write about your separation,
Separation is not worthy of your muse
For your verse exchanges signals
Even with the coldest, the most distant star.
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Were you to rise
Not like a flower
But like a volcano,
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You know well how to disguise
The pallor of your cheeks with rouge,
But how do you intend to disguise
The pallor of your soul?
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My foe,
Often you have insulted me in the most subtle way,
Often I have insulted you in the most shallow way,
My foe.
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Oh, race of the steers of passion
Which gives life to my veins,
Oh, tranquillity of oppression, stoic observation, the pulsing
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I love Campari sooooooo much.
My wife, no, she doesn't drink it.
I talk to her for five minutes a week
And I'm not number one in her books.
Oh, I'm just mad about Campari...
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Wretched notions
In a solitary space you composed,
I cross inertia in your company,
Into my space composed of me,
As into a town from which all have just fled
forever
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