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Drama periodike (3)

In drama fizike on 30 Tetor, 2009 at 11:41 pm

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

In Uncategorized on 26 Tetor, 2009 at 9:14 am

Il est dur parfois

de distinguer la merde

des feuilles d’automne.

In drama fizike on 24 Tetor, 2009 at 10:04 am

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.

për shokët e mi frankofonë

In Uncategorized on 19 Tetor, 2009 at 3:09 pm

Des feuilles d’automne

poussent de mes yeux

mêlées de mer(e)s manquées

des petits jardins sur des bricks rouges

plein de lait et de roses

sauvages.

Les foyers des cheminées

me piquent les yeux

des flammes précoces précédent

le  ramoneur.

Je me serre le cœur entre les mains

pour qu’il ne se dissipe pas

dans les entrailles empoisonnées

d’insomnies et de repas snack.

Et pourtant le ciel est gai

hôtel Tulipe fumme des barbapapas

une fille sifle une chanson de bonjour

des fils électriques s’entremêlent joyeusement

autour d’un arbre

qui m’indique le jour

jour après jour…

…des feuilles d’automne me tombent

des yeux…

Lirikashqiptare

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