Poésie du livre « Enfants de guerre, enfants de malheur » publié par la maison d’édition française Edilivre / Poésie de Diana Skrapari

Poésie de Diana Skrapari
Poésie du livre « Enfants de guerre, enfants de malheur » publié par la maison d’édition française Edilivre
Aylin, un chérubin avec des ailes brisées
Sur une plage abandonnée,
Un petit ange dormait,
Dans un sommeil profond,
Il était tombé.
Autour de lui,
D’autres chérubins dormaient,
Apportant de la joie,
A cette plage abandonnée.
Il respirait le bonheur,
Pour la première fois,
Dans sa courte vie,
Il n’était plus sur terre,
Son âme s’était envolée,
Pour joindre le paradis,
Son âme de naufragé,
Des tempêtes de la cruauté humaine,
Ne pouvant pas vivre sur terre,
Dans un monde,
Où la vie d’un enfant,
Ne coûte rien,
Pour les cœurs de pierre,
Vivant sur terre.
Dors, mon petit Aylin,
Sur cette plage abandonnée,
La terre n’est pas l’endroit,
Dont un enfant peut rêver.
Dors, mon petit chérubin
Avec des ailes brisées !
La terre, c’est un cauchemar !
Comme sur cette plage abandonnée!

Poems by Tyran Prizren Spahiu

Poems by Tyran Prizren Spahiu



Walking on the road
where love is planted, fraternity meets,
build by the loyalty
smiling with worldly pleasures
flying to embrace happiness.

laid beauties,in front of the house are waiting for you
the life path, life will fortify you,
wanders without turning head
InshaAllah will overcome life’s lessons
I wish, in the calm waters, to enjoy the goodness.

age, replaced childhood
now, carefully, calmly, enjoys the pleasures,
smiling, pour love to feel the warmth
safe stepping, place the future in the safe railway.
challenges knock in the way of the future
at the mercy of time, paved are roads,
like two pearls, embrace each other more than ever
life continues to flow in oasis of prosperity.

You are not alone, Queen Mother of life is supporting you
yes, the storms of life will hit uninterrupted,
head-up, sail confidently
from troubled waters, into quiet of paradise oasis.

have offered us satisfaction, that much we needed
opened chest doors, sheltered us ,
your generous virtue, adorned our being
we have found at you, nest of love …



Verses Knight…
dedicated to Robert Natello

As apocalypse scene shattered the poets world
softly harsh in language ,
brilliant mind that even poems get drunk
entered impetuous, heart generosity,
into arena of literature, gladiators welcomed him.

War cry was sent by Homeland
still a boy, lover of the beautiful letter,
honor, generosity which collapsed even heaven served on the fairest unit
Corpsman medicine illuminated wounded.

Lover of beauty, INAMORATO of all times
follows the path, invites, come with me
echo is resounding the space.

There is a road of gold out there.
You just have to know where clause.
It covers Across the rolling hills,
lined with flowers everywhere.

Is hidden between arrays Noble generosity
the miracle of the poet invites the unknown
come along my friends.

Passionate, goes beyond the world of pleasure
Gentlemanlike finds its place in the oasis,
there in lies the everlasting testament
time will never forget The Poet…