“ Let them shoot us in the head,My blood will grow rootsand will blossom. ”
When will the deathOf Death ever come?from The Siege
~ Visar Zhiti
SOWING LIGHTNINGSeizeBolts of lightning from the skyAnd plant them in fields of life.They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.Charge somber thoughtsWith unexpected flash,You, my lightning in the soil!
TIMETimeAnd how it slips through my fingersWithout putting its ring on them,And I remain simply its lover
The forest has shrunkAnd 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.
