Colors of this time (In honor of Atjon Zhiti) / Poem by Susana Roberts

Colors of this time (In honor of Atjon Zhiti) 

It was made to me that you, atjon, was among the petaleve / dance with nature shapes./ your soul was telling me to protect the network / that connects people, where people talk about other people… / then you gave it to me All my being / with the miracle of your smile… / and I realized that people never die… Susana Roberts, Argentinian poet.

It happened to me that you, Atjon, were among the petals of melodies / Dancers with the forms of nature / Your soul was telling me to protect the network / Connecting people, where people talk to other people… / Then everything circulated my being / With the wonder of your smile… / And I realized that people never die… Susana Roberts, Argentine poet.

 

Colors of this time (In honor to Atjon Zhiti).

The Tirana spring, that warm rainbow
brings me your colors to the light of my autumn
they wrap together in a passive confinement,
I remembered the horror that you described
today is a global virus
many people are dying
empty sad streets in Milan
in every soul, in every town,
the restless solitude united to the humble Christ
with the Pope at the altar and digitally the Urbi et Orbi
everything is turning, tears in chains, birds in freedom,
clean skies and calm, crystal clear water.

Your colors knew the external change
with people who meditate on their faith
while others struggle each other in at Wall Street
and children studying on the web.

Your soul understand more intense tones
they are surely shadows of this time,
Or is it our simple perception

There are words that flow with their nectar,
Do you remember? The ones that were hanging from that tree!
They vibrated as magical sounds in so many hearts!
I know that they will flourish again.

Susana Roberts-Argentina-March 28th.2020

 

Colors of this time (in honor of Atjon Zhiti)

In Tirana it’s spring, that warm rainbow
bring your colors into the light of my fall
they are lit in a passive lockdown,
I remembered the horror you described
today is a global virus
a lot of people are dying
there is sadness through the streets of Milan
in every soul, in every town,
the restless loneliness united to the humble Christ
with the Pope at the altar and the Urbi et Orbi via digital
everything is turning, tears in chains, birds in freedom,
Clean skies and calm water crystal clear.

your colors know the external change
with men who meditate on their faith
while others struggle with the bag
and kids study on the web.

Your soul understands more intense tones
They will be the ones of this time,
Or is it about this simple perception

There are words that touch us with their nectar,
Do you remember? The ones who hung from that tree!
they made magic in so many hearts!
And I know they will bloom again.

 

Susana Roberts-March 28th, 2020.

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