Saturday, May 7, 2016

Irsa Ruçi writes

Word’s weight

Poets are the only friends of time, never tired travelers of deliriums
That build the world through letters
And go without turning back… to the distempered spirit
With dreams
With holdbacks
With absence!

To get lost in ideals is suffering
Which tears every line, while migrating in lands
That turn pain into strength
There you live with your foolishness
Creating all over again the humankind
With no face
With no body
With no name
A new kind of human who only has heart!

Oh, no one understands the language of tears
Poets are murdered only by words,
And one cannot explain their power
While poets murder you with words…     
  I Know the Language of Tears -- Shawn Peters

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