By Irma Kurti

I Knew The Gray Sky

I lived a severe winter of love
with chilliness, rain, and snow;
I didn’t know there were too
other seasons in this world.

Immersed every day in a profound abyss,
I felt shivers and coldness.
Above me—an endless gray sky;
I lost the light, the music, the songs.

This severe, everlasting period
robbed all my happiness and joy.
I forgot about the other seasons.
I was with you, but still alone.

In that winter without a caress,
I desperately needed some fire;
but you could not give it to me;
you didn’t say even, “good-bye.”

I knew only the gray sky.

Who Will Protect You?

Who will protect you from anxieties
when I am no longer in this universe,
who’ll caress your beautiful forehead
saying, “Let’s sleep, for it is late”?

Who will whisper words of comfort,
the ones that flow just like a stream,
who will give you a caress, a smile,
waking up your anima and fantasy?

Who will accompany you in a dream,
speak to you and touch you sweetly,
who will kiss you, who will love you
with passion when I won’t be here?

In Another Life

In another life, we would both live in a villa
with an immense beautiful garden, the sea
would greet us every morning. In our soul,
the children’s voices would plant the spring.

In another life, we would know each other
in our early childhoods, and so would have
grown up together; I would live with the
birth of your every single wrinkle or gray
hair, loving and admiring them in silence.

But life is this: without children or a villa
that faces the sea; there’re only you and
me who knew each other in the twilight
of life and this tiny flat where your voice
is heard, the best music and symphony.

Irma Kurti is an Albanian poet, writer, lyricist, journalist, and translator and has been writing since she was a child. She is a naturalized Italian and lives in Bergamo, Italy. Irma Kurti has published 28 books in Albanian, 24 in Italian, 15 in English, and two in French. Her books have been translated and published in 15 countries.

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