The door of Hotel Ferari closed
the roads of Tirana moist
two people are walking on the Don Bosko Street
Albanian pavement
they are weepy too
one is craving for fish and wine
the other for raki
they both gazed at each other…
longing for one another
the soul of the other one was about to leave
her body/she was so scared
“Hold my tiny hands” said she
The other one blew from his soul
his breath to her breath
embraced without separating
the life from her body/both
engraved yearning and perseverance
into their hearts
“I was only joking” said the lion
with my crown
the fish is bewildered
tired, fainthearted
her soul is like a sea/ with her seagull hopes
like a warrior singing a song in hurricane
one is gone/the other one lost her way
on the moist pavement of Albania

they were only one locked gaze…now.

Gunsel Djemal 12-13/4/2010 Tirana-Albania