Bacellis Poem by Agim Bacelli

Bacellis

On the joining points of places
of two Prespas streams
Bashing from the crazy run
of the of the forgoten creeks.
Overlooking the lagoon
Just where the bridge of Akili stands
Raises proud from the falling stones
the flaur mill of Bacellis.

You can tell a Becelli,
easy as you go,
tall, alive and pinky cheek,
loud voice and echo wispering
like a river of melting snow
You can tell a Bacelli
Easy as you go
from their distinguished long fast steps
lighter than the wind of spring flow
What a man Akili was like
or the great Alexander
You wish to know

Go and meet a Bacelli
and with care examine,

All the heroes of Homer
on front of you will stay on line,
look at them as a Becelli
and you will see them all alive.