The melody in lines
The spirit’s melody inside
Is the recreation of the human is his art
The discreteness of the endless sight
Merged in sensations.
The wine’s taste like woman’s scent
Till the madness of thought
(…drink is consumed after you tried
the nectar of life
in sweetness of ever – ending moments!)
Lucid is the deepness of red, like the girlish virginity
In that body of dreams
Knitted with the strange
In the soft lip of a lady bug
Who gets drunk by wine drops.
They say that the best poems are written
When the foolish poets betray their lines
For a glass of wine…
© Irsa Ruçi
You created the words and you put silence over it
Eloquency turned in the music of the soul
Where only the noise of the sights…
And the longing
And the being’s absence
Which melted through lines in bohemia!
You are the silhouette of stars on earth
Made by cheating, like an antique clock
Remained somewhere in nostalgy
Without expecting the future with fireworks
And half – drunk;
That time is composed by oblivion!
© Irsa Ruçi
Irsa Ruçi is an Albanian Writer, Speechwriter and Lecturer. She was born in Tirana (Albania), in 1990. Her books of poetry include Trokas mbi ajër (poems and essays), 2008 and Pështjellim (poetry), 2010. She has been published in anthologies: Antologji, 2007; I kërkoj agimit vesën, 2008; Antologji poetike “Kushtuar dashurisë”, 2014; Antologji poetike “Udha”,