West Station (Stacioni Perëndimit) / Poem by Agron Shele

Hannie Rouweler
 
 
Stacioni Perëndimit
 
Thank you Hannie
(editor of Atunis Anthology)
 
Zbrita katet
me ashensor për të arritur një stacion
që shkonte drejt Përëndimit
*station west
jo viseve të mija
aty ku një garadçelë prekte qiellin
por jo lartësinë e malit tim
dhe një mjegull që ishte fjollë nëpër qiell
daravitej mbi qytezën Leusden
vendeve të ulëta
për të takuar
dikë që vdes për një fjalë
e ringrihet mbi to
si dashuri që fal paqe nëpër botë
dhe dëshirë e gjithë kuptimeve të një arti
që është më shumë se një akuriel vjeshte
dhimbje
shpresë dhe e përndritshme jetë
shkelur trotuareve të botës së re
atje ku stauja mbledh gjithë perënditë
dhe endur sot
në Venecien e Nord Europa
për të kapërcuer ura psherëtimash
e falur kaq dashuri mbi dhe!
 
 
 
West Station
Thank you Hannie
(editor of Atunis Anthology)
 
I went downstairs
with an elevator to reach a station
heading West
* west station
not my lands
where a parking lot touched the sky
but not the height of my mountain
and a mist that was foil across the sky
to the town of Leusden
the low countries
to meet
someone who dies for a word
rises above them
as love that forgives peace around the world
and desire of all meanings of art expressions
which is more than an autumn aquarius
pain
hope and bright life
trampling the sidewalks of the new world
where the stable gathers all the gods
and woven today
in Venice of North Europe
to cross the bridge of sighs
to be given so much love on earth!
 
 
West Station
 
Bedankt Hannie
(redacteur van Atunis Anthology)
 
ik ging naar beneden
met de lift om een station te bereiken
richting het westen
* west station
niet mijn land
waar een parkeergarage de lucht raakte
maar niet de hoogte van mijn berg
en een mist die als folie in de lucht hing
naar de stad Leusden
in de Lage Landen
om iemand te ontmoeten
die voor een woord sterft
boven alles uitstijgt
als liefde die vrede vergeeft over de hele wereld
verlangen naar alle betekenissen van kunst expressies
wat meer is dan een herfstwaterman
pijn
hoop en helder leven
om trottoirs van de nieuwe wereld te vertrappen
waar de stal alle goden verzamelt
en geweven vandaag
in Venetië van Noord-Europa
om de brug der zuchten over te steken
zoveel liefde te vergeven op aarde!
 
@ agron shele

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