“ ABYSSOur country livesAmong the deadAnd dies among the livingSometimes. ”
When will the deathOf Death ever come?from The Siege
~ Visar Zhiti
Let them shoot us in the head,My blood will grow rootsand will blossom.
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
