lodger

dy poezi nga Janis Ricos

Maturi

Fjalet i ngjasojne mjaft gureve. Me ta mund te ngresh

Shtepi te qeta, me mobilje te bardha, shtreter te bardhe,

Mjafton te dal dikush per ti banuar, apo te pakten,

Te vij ti shoh perketej gardhit te kopshtit, atehere kur qelqet shkelqejne

Ne te kuq gjaku dhe nga ku, permbi kodra,

Bien kembanat e mbremjes. Vetem pak me pas

Litari i kembanes, leshohet, e godet krejt i vetem murin.

Léros, 12.XII.67.

Mjet shprehjeje

Ai s’donte me kurrgje, as fjalet, as zogjte qe ishin shnderruar

Ne parrulla apo simbole (e ketij fati gati asgje nuk i kish’ shpetuar)

Keshtu ai zgjodhi te mos hapte gojë,

Por te bënte, si memecet, ca gjeste te cuditshme

Te qete, te dykuptimte, te hidhur dhe paksa qesharak. Megjithese, edhe ato, disa vjet

Me vone, do te shnderroheshin ne parrulla.

12. XII. 67.

(perktheu nga frengjishtja A.Shtembari.)

poezi e sprasme urbane

Ne Tirane tek medreseja e rremujte
Porsi ne nje karusel
Njerezit verdallosen dhe perballin supet ne duele trotuaresh permes
Shitesve ambulante
Brenda kepuceve peshtjellas mishi zjen prej afshit te tokes
Qe djeg ne shkulm
Zberthej nje kopse me poshte kemishes dhe drejtohem drejt saj
Qe me pret duarkryqazi ne trotuarin perballe
Si nje re e bardhe e paqme
E veshtroj nje cast dhe
Atehere njerezit perreth zhduken sebashku me kafshet
E te njejtes madhesi
Pllakat e nxehta shkermoqen deri ne pluhur, shkretetire e pafund
Dhe ti me dukesh i vetmi oaz per te shuar etjen time
Kjo dashuri qe na mbyll si pergushje qerpikesh
Na hedh mbi shtreter qe rimojne me gulm ofshamash
Naten vone, kur trupat bien mbi njeri tjetrin, lind poezia
Dhe digjem nga paturpesia e padegjuar ku nga asgjeja
Lindi jeta
Veshtrohemi e ndoshta ti pret nje fjale
Por te dua aq shume sa per te mos pasur asgje per te te thene.

+++

Qendrojne shtrire te tre buze rruges
Pajete, nje kepuce e flakur tutje
Canta, buzekuqi, nje loder
Aht, nga ishin nisur?
Ku shkonin keta te gjalle?
Te vdekur kush i thirri, kush i ftoi, pse?
Te tre te shtrire, familja eshte e bashkuar
Per nje poze, bukameli tre vjec
Kurmezon, lebyre nje koke vadit barishtet
E etura per gjak
Thatesi buze rruges, buzet e saj
Jane thare…cfare ndodhi?
Ajo s’eshte dehur, kurre s’kishte qene
Tani fle buze rruges, nusja e syrit e humbur
Barishteve te perzhitura nga dielli
Rruga i ka shtruar te tre prane e prane,
Vijne flene, e shkojne, rruga aty eshte
Motel i perjetshem dekor i merzitshem
Hyjne e dalin me mijera ne te
Qendron e palodhur perkunder peshtymave
Plehrave, te pergjumurve, kokave te prera
Gjakun ajo s’e thith, dielli e mpiks
Sendergji qe paketon, e nis lart, ajri rendohet
Me shpirtra kureshtare te trupave te tyre
Gjak nga hundet, krahe i thyer, sy i cjerre
I bukur, i shemtuar, i paraqitshem,
Lidheni kete mumje…
Mbi rruge vershojne sirenat
Zbresin rrembyer hapa, komunikime radio
Shkelet mbi gjak, eshte perhapur kudo
Mbi rruge
Ky far qe s’shuhet kurre
Si sy i perjetshem
Deshmitar padashje
Koleksionues kokash
Te gjallesh
Te vdekurish
Borrohitem
Kur vdesin shqiptaret.

naten, shetitje

Bafomet

Nuk e degjon kete porte qe godas ?

Shkrihem dhunshem si dallge qe thyhet ne brigje,

Perballe injorimit, heshtjes tende,

E Jeta ngjitet ngadale mes reve

thote : « mos me braktis » e varur mbi rripat e pardesyse

eci, eci, eci, eci, e te terheq zvarre,

Rrugimeve punetoret shtrojne mozaik pikellimesh

Neonet verbojne venat, hapat hidhen kuturu

Mbi ndertesat e thyera si qelqe

Flejne antenat

Flejne lodra te humbura femijesh

Flejne mijera veshtrime qe presin te hidhen

Tutje ne hapesire

 

Nje nate ishe ti

E me pas ditet

Porsi nderzime gjarperinjsh

Dhe floket perhapeshin

Si gishterinj te shqyer, ende me kujtohen

Zerat tane porsi trofe bastesh

Te fituara e ne, hileqarë te trilluar

Fshehem guret qe rrotullohen ende marramendazi

Derisa te fitonim me cdo kusht

Bindjen se vertet ka nje hark mes nesh

Qe bashkon keto dy brigje

Qe jemi.

*45* di+ar

“They love you

Because I love you”

Kur muzika fillon

Sigurohu

Ajo duhet te filloj me nje volum te caktuar

Te larte

Ti s’duhet te kesh mundesi

Te mendosh per asgje tjeter

Muzike

Vetem ajo

Ajo eshte fjala qe dua

Vetem ate

Ajo

Ata e duan

Se une e dua ate

Ne po humbim ngjyrat

Nuk mban mend si je kthyer

Pi uje

Ha

Nuk te kujtohet asgje

Uje

Fle serish

Uje

Sheh nga dritarja

Germadha hausmaniane

Vij mbi ty

Mbi gjoksin tend

Mbi buzet e tua

“delete the ones that you fucked”

06.06.09

14h 50

Kanibalet jane cfare ata hane

AS.

Quiet inside…trouble every day

Look into my eyes
You see trouble every day
It’s on the inside of me
So don’t try to understand
I get on the inside fo you
You can blow all away

Such a slightest breath
And I know who I am

Look into my eyes
Hear the words I can’t say
Words that defy
And they scream it out loud

I get on the inside of you
You can wave it all away
Such a slightest thing
It’s just the rise of your hand

And there’s trouble every day
There’s trouble every day
There’s trouble every day
There’s trouble every day

If I want you back
I could get away
Before the sunshine leaves your eye
But I need to know
How to find a place
Before the days become nights
Before the years become lies

And there’s trouble every day

You know that I love again
Please make it start again

There’s trouble every day

You know that I’ll always hear
The words that you never say

There’s trouble every day

This time it’s startling me
The words I can never say

There’s trouble every day

You know that I’ll always hear
The words that you never say

[Repeated over:]

Look into my eyes
Hear the words I can’t say

You know that I’ll always hear
The words that you never say

Plumb me krahe fluture

where the wild rose grow?

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name is Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

[Chorus]

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, “Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?”

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said: “Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?”
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
“If I show you the roses will you follow?”

[Chorus]

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, “All beauty must die”
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

[Chorus]

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