Ilire Zajmi Poems

I don’t want to walk on the same roads
Repeat slandered rituals
To drink big black coffee without taste
At the most frequented bar in the city
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Give me your hand, when I won’t be able to stand on my feet
Give me a childish smile when the first wrinkles appear on
my forehead
Give me a fervent kiss on my bruised lips
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Wishes are children who never grow up


Bubbles floating in the air
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I desideri sono bambini che non crescono mai


Bolle galleggianti in aria
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They trade with my dreams
training their skills
They shop with my temper
dabble their patience
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