Monday, July 29, 2013

When the moon sends a message


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  Amelie's head was confronting a messy battle between her thoughts while her feet were promenading along the Santa Monica's beach. Her body felt like a puzzle with missing pieces and she thought she knew where they were thrown.
 "What a haziness" - she sighed. "A few minutes were enough to say out loud the closing sentence of a years long story. I've put my all in this and maybe that's why I haven't seen the last page was coming. He should have warned me, but he didn't dare to. No, he didn't, neither did he dare to keep on holding my hand. And now that we've put this book back in the bookshelf, I can see clear how things were standing and why did he do that."
 She had already passed through the pier ride, crowds of people, along the beach and it was only when she entered a quite park nearby that she understood how loud she'd been talking to herself. Fear was just a word when she sat at the first bench she saw. Darkness filled every pixel of the image her eyes were capturing and her only friends were grasshoppers taking care of the background music. The next battle inside her head was about to begin.
 "He fed up of being the one in the back, as I always dared to be the first one opening unexplored paths. I know he fed up of feeling not a man in the meaning of how humanity has defined a man. And why should the balance of power always be heavier on a man’s side when women have proved wrong, now and a million Sundays back in history? I know men that fear horses as they might not control them. I just set myself free of a man that feared the darkness and is leaving unknown the other half of his world. And I know women that still keep on changing history, as they measure their life in brave moments they live, not in breathing moments. Now I’m free and I can see the difference between love acts and “showing power” acts. But, experience has planted on me seeds of doubt and today I’m questioning the existence of true love around us. The grasshoppers are not giving me an answer.”
 A young couple was entering the park when she decided to have another walk on the beach, this time less confused. Children were running here and there like protons in the nucleus and their smiley faces were proving their positivism. A soft guitar melody was echoing in her ears and she decided to follow that sound. His voice reached her heart: “Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…” – she looked up in the sky and there was the message she wanted to receive. It took her an eyes opening conversation with herself to see that love is all around. The moon tonight was all red, hiding the missing pieces of her puzzle and the missing pieces of million people’s hearts. She took a long breath from the wind she believed the moon was blowing her, and after that all was good. All was good!

R.N.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Skulpture mendjesh



 Sa i erret duket qielli kur shpresa eshte vetem nje kujtim i pafajesise femijerore. Edhe kete mengjes me zgjoi drita e zbehte e ketij vendi qe ka humbur kuptimin e kufinjeve. Nje territor i pacaktuar me nje tufe njerezish me mendje te kaperthyera – keto fjale e pershkruajne me se miri kete hapesire veshtire te jetueshme.  E nese fitimet e ketyre betejave te veshtira nje dite do te te ngrinin ne parajsen e bukur te jetes, cdo pike djerse e dalur nga mundi do te ishte nje diamant me shume qe kthjellon rrugen drejt suksesit.
 Por, kjo tufe e njerezve qe levizin si kukulla teatri, mbetet vetem pjese e nje eksperimenti te diktatures silente, qe vazhdon e gdhend mendje me nje model.                                                   
 Kush guxon te kundershtoje kete sistem, shpallet tradhetare e injorant qe heq dore nga “endrra” e pakuptimte.  Kush guxon te vrapoje, i thehen kembet ne mes te rruges e qellohet ne gjoks me shigjeta fjalesh per mungese patriotizmi.
 Ne mes te ketij rrjeti arteriesh pa kapilare, nuk gjej rruge alternative per t'i ikur gjerave qe nuk e prezantojne qenien time. 
 Nese shprese ne kete toke nuk ka mbetur me, po kerkoj shpresen e nje dallendysheje qe te kthehet mbrapsht e te me kap ne litarin e lidhur per fyti per ta zgjidhur ne nje vend jashte ketij laboratori te paligjshem i drejtuar nga dogmatike te pandreqshem.


R.N.

Monday, July 22, 2013

The triumph of nature

 
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  As the world keeps breathing constantly, I listen to the sounds of my universe. The orbits keep moving its way and they guide my steps. Its power pushes me forward to the places that quench my desires. I discover the world as it keeps breathing. Gravity shows me its power and I happily surrender falling on the ground. This green sheet covers my soul and plants on me queen flowers. Than it gives me the power to fly on the other side, where the beauty walks slowly and it whispers me to spread my soul. Grey fields of anger get smoothed by the sweet-scent of queen flowers and the air just starts to feel lighter. The green army conquers new spaces and its power marvels the world as it keeps breathing. As I am marveled myself, I let my paws to imprint the ground and infect new souls with this happiness virus. All the wickedness that the world has clocked in evaporates as this virus multiplies its power. Seconds don’t stop their tick-tack and the world doesn't stop its breathing. But now, the world inspires the sweet-scent of those flowers and exhales the wind of our souls.

RN