Visar Zhiti Quotes & Sayings

Could it be that the planets are castaway heads. — Visar Zhiti

IN OUR CELLS
They keep us in our cells
For a long time ...
And, if we get out,
We lug them with us on our shoulders,
Like a porter with a chest of goods. — Visar Zhiti

Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.
(from "Gratitude") — Visar Zhiti

It rains
And rains
And rains.
But there is a sky above the rain,
Nothing can rot the sky.
Earth has turned to mud. What of it?
The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.
(from "A Rainy Day") — Visar Zhiti

SOWING LIGHTNING
Seize
Bolts of lightning from the sky
And plant them in fields of life.
They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.
Charge somber thoughts
With unexpected flash,
You, my lightning in the soil! — Visar Zhiti

TIME
Time
And how it slips through my fingers
Without putting its ring on them,
And I remain simply its lover — Visar Zhiti

Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest, — Visar Zhiti

Let them shoot us in the head,
My blood will grow roots
and will blossom. — Visar Zhiti

When will the death
Of Death ever come?
from The Siege — Visar Zhiti

SECOND SUN
So much blood
Has been spent in this world,
But we have not yet built a sun of blood.
Listen, my friend,
To these trembling words:
A second sun will be born
of our blood
in the form of a heart. — Visar Zhiti

THE CURSE
May they never
Return home at night ...
May you have no part of eventide,
May you have no room of your own,
Nor road, nor return.
May your days be all exactly the same,
Five Fridays in a row,
Always an unlucky Tuesday,
No Sunday,
May you have no more little worries,
Tears or inspiration,
For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth:
Prisoner! — Visar Zhiti

The forest has shrunk
And fear has expanded,
The forests have dwindled,
There are less animals now,
less courage and less lightning,
less beauty
and the moon lies bare,
deflowered by force and
then abandoned. — Visar Zhiti

Innocent droplets of rain
Make almost all events
Quite natural.
(from "A Rainy Day") — Visar Zhiti

ABYSS
Our country lives
Among the dead
And dies among the living
Sometimes. — Visar Zhiti