Irma Kurti

 

Irma Kurti

 

Solitude

 

The solitude knocked at the door

to my room—number thirty-three;

the boredom entered my bed

like a big dull cloud—silently.

 

The sheets were blank pieces of paper.

No-one was there to care about me;

I didn’t have a single person to call.

I was just a stranger in this country.

 

I asked my reflection in the mirror:

“Why do I need my lips and eyes;

this long and beautiful hair

that nobody caresses and touches?”

 

The solitude knocked at the door

to my room—number thirty-three.

 

 

Without You

 

It’s long

the night

without you,

divided into

splinters of time.

It dwells

on solitude,

on my dull

thoughts,

on the dreams

that look

for you

and we don’t

share together.

 

The big bed 

is all mine,

but it doesn’t

belong to me,

it’s so cold

and empty!

The hands

of the clock

slowly crawl

and bite into

my calm and

serenity—

the dawn is

far away.

 

 

Tonight

 

Not a footstep can be heard;

tonight, everything is frozen;

the music is off,

the wind has repelled the clouds.

 

I feel confused;

the moon watches like a big eye.

You kiss me and your eyelids close

with my portrait inside.

 

Don’t let me think of tomorrow;

I just met bliss in your arms.

It’s a sin not to live this passion;

not to love till the end of life.

 

IRMA KURTI

IRMA KURTI is an Albanian naturalized Italian poetess, writer, lyricist, and journalist. She is well known as the lyricist of many famous Albanian songs. In 2013, she won the IX Edition International Prize Universum Donna (equivalent to Woman of the Year) and the Ambassador of Peace nomination from the University of Peace in Lugano, Switzerland. In 2020, she received the title of Honorary President of WikiPoesia, the Italian Encyclopedia of Poetry. Irma Kurti has published twenty-one books in Albanian, fourteen in Italian, and four in English. She lives in Italy.