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…     
 
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