The call

 You, a frozen doll, are letting the water droplets kill you slowly. Do

you hear children's voices in the dark? They're the sound of your

childhood ardor, crying for your faded dreams. You live a delusion

of being judged, instead of joining the quadrille.

 Who do you smell in your body and who do you see in the mirror?

You are the creature of your own thoughts. Dark or light, they

make a picture of your own.

 Silence - do you need its presence? It's under the shade of your

eyelids. Find it and explore your obscure character.

  How much do you know of the volcano inside your soul? Dig it before

you eternally freeze.

  Me? I am the word that sparkles inside your foggy room. Use me,

speak through me, light the hollow chamber you have become.

R.N.

Nje lule begonje

Photo credit: Kristine Culaj

 Ajo, e vogel akoma me shtat, vraponte me eren si nje gjethe e lire. Cicerrimat e saj qe shkriheshin bashke me bubullimat e ujevares, thurrnin thirrjet e saja te para per lumturi. Ajo, qe nuk kishte njohur gjirin e se emes, a thua e njifte lumturine?
 Vazhdonte te vraponte, megjithese kembet i kryqezoheshin si te nje dreri te sapolindur.
 E vogel akoma per te ngritur zerin, te fliste embel me syte e ndritur nga dashuria. Ajo, qe si nje lule begonje rritet me aq pak dielle, a thua e njef dashurine?
 Ashtu si vet jeta, vraponte pa pyetur kohe e pa pyetur njeri. Ne mes lugjesh e mbi balte kerkonte krahet e nje Zane.
 Ajo, e vogel akoma per nje tjeter jete, gjeti rrudhat e thinjat ne vend te nje pellembe qe do ta rris.

R.N.

Confession

 I am a victim of tenderness, therefore I drown in a confectionery pool. You can fool me with your comfits, until the bitter core shows me the truth. If you leave a bad taste on my mouth, disappointment will be your only gift living in my house.

  My silence does not reflect emptiness, nor does it stay for approval. The missing words might be dancing in my head and getting in shape. Thin arrows always shoot sharper points. You choose to smile or to laugh. It's your choice, your reflection.

  Confusion, fear and doubt name my favorite games. I love walking on a rope not knowing how much it can handle. If I win, I enjoy the altitude. If I lose, I enjoy falling. If I step back, I'm not giving up. I'm waiting for your involvement in the game.

   I am a naive vampire and your sweetness is  the blood I crave. Feed me and I'll melt on your heart. Contour my smile. You can choose to fool me or show me the truth. It's your choice, your reflection.

R.N.