Poems by Hasije Selishta (Kryeziu)

Poems by Hasije Selishta (Kryeziu)






Hasije Selishta (Kryeziu)





Divine smoking

 
The sky had read
The white letter
Cried over it
Kissed it
Shining with the sun
With the moon
The whiteness
Was not lost
By yellowness
 
There, where the sky kissed it
With pain
No fear
Comes to me
White
Warm
In silence
 
In my body
Is profused
With no loss
Within the deepness of the longing
Gets wet
From  the sleepless
Smoking
 
Myself and the sky
We are deathless
We cry
Kiss
Pray
 
The divine
White paper
By my side
In the sky
Stands pending
 



 
The Autumn of Hair

 
He is closed
In the Autumn
To fly away
Through the roads
The oblivion
To spread the grief
And the name
Autumn
 
It pictures the trace
The sand of the spirit
In longing adulation
And again becomes young
Touches the start
No named freedom
In the Autumn
 
The rythm implants
The pulse
The Chaos
It pictures out
The view of the Autumn
At random
Oblivion
The Abyss
The start
Of living
 
 



 
The Stolen Testimony

 
Give a little breath
To the desolate sake
 
Let no face be seen
In the traces of the Bible
 
Do build up the portrait
Very dark
Dear God
 
Return back the breath
The fusty bone
The stolen testimony
Saint Mary
 
The depart was full of
Longing
Full of death
 
The crusifixion committed sin
The fire in the chest
The wind returned back
To every kiss
Break the shadow
 
God
God
I'm cold
In the eye of the sky
Mary
 
The Icon in the tombs
 
Ressurrect
Dies out
Entreat
For the sake of cut hair
 
Safeguard river Lete
The soul in an envelope
The Longing of life
Without life
St. Mary




 
Celestial Journey

 
It's cold
The storm went to the bones
Horrable
It folded for the first time
In the web of quantums of Universe
To be able to stop the hop
 
Ice
The old curl is broken
The hair became white
Cut
The wind took it away
It was perplexed wrongly
 
I escaped in my skies
 
In the first sky
I've seen the ragged hair
It was transported
From a cloud to another one
Then it was flown to the ground
The grey hair folded around the loneliness
Seraphis Bey had touched it in yellow
 
In the second sky
My sins were following me
Unseen
'Cause the first ray of El Morjes
Was lost
And covered with the ground of sin
 
In the third sky
I was still persecuted
It wanted to fill up you with mistery
Good God
Keep up the eternal virginity
Even to the end
To let not shaken
By the smell of the corpse distracted
 
But just like then
To talk plain
Original
 
In the fourth sky
I was left alone
Having no fear of darkness
Wildness
The Moon ready to disappear
 
I came closer to the sky
To feel the free odour
The top of the sky appreciates me
And warns of the return
And the continuation
To the fourth sky...
 
 




 An Anthem to the Sky

 
A wild fragrance
Flushing
Something of a woman
Tearing
The law of the silence
 
I squash the nightmare
In order to expell the demons
From my body
Thrive to commit suicide
From coldness
Even when I became mad
Perversed
 
The feeling came around
To entertame
The december morning
Singing
The cold Anthem
Of the sky
 
The poorness of dissipation
Is pronounced without pain
Fatigued
And desparation
Of the obelisque in the sky
To approach
And stay loyal
In my corp of ashes