Drama periodike (3)

Nje pjese e mire e njerezve enderrojne te kene ate qe smund te kapin.
Eshte si puna e asaj karameles qe eshte siper tavolines, qe e shef nga larg, do ta provosh, i rrotullohesh anash e anash….here tenton te afrohesh me shume takt, here i thua vetes qe nuk duhet dhe ben nje hap mbrapa.
Pastaj te kujtohet dentisti qe te ka thene : MOSSSSSS….dhe jo shume me vone lindin dyshimet mbi kompetencat e dentistit ne fjale :… se mos i di te gjitha ai….
Dhe prap se prapi…..aty rrotullohesh

Me shume s’mundem e me shume dua, po behet obsesion.
Arsyetimi i vetvetes me argumenta shume bindese  po ben efektin e kundert…

Si te sherohem doktor ???

haiku

Il est dur parfois

de distinguer la merde

des feuilles d’automne.

…

I’m so unhappy…

And this is supposed to be a poetry

talking about unhappiness…

This supposes that some days ago I was happy

(otherwise I could not know that I am unhappy)

Statistics apart, I have no idea how did I make it

to be happy. I was simply happy. Everything happened

simply. Simply. Simply should be the key word.

I did nothing. It happened. And then I started to try to be happy.

(It means I was not happy, simply, anymore.)

And since then I’m not happy anymore.

May be it’s the rain. But it’s not raining

today.

p.s. I’m really sorry to break your eggs with the above. I just needed to express myself in public.