Blood In The Heart Of Apple Poem by Ludovik Celaj

Why the weary lounge
of the spins and roving
The energies you spent in vain
for you can not shout nor

Because I was and am
I had it and I
blood in the heart of apple
that you do not eat but the bites

If it still does not take away hunger
who have diets that result from holding
to remove the excess kilos
The more you guess without becoming cork

If this does not remove the thirst
being squeezed apple bleeding heart
of your teeth are set on edge sucking
Because not have true faith, has insight that knife.

Molle Me Zemer Te Gjakosur

Perse me lodhe kaq kot
e me vertite ashtu verdalle
energjite i harxhova si shot
per ty qe nuk mund as te shaj

Sepse une isha dhe jam
ai qe kisha dhe kam
gjak ne zemer te molles
qe ti nuk e ha por e kafshon

Sikur kjo akoma nuk ta heq untine
qe e ke pasoje nga dieta qe mban
per t'hequr kilet e teperta ne vijim
qe i more me mend pa u bere tape

Sikur kjo nuk ta shuan t'tharen e gojosur
duke e shtrydhur zemer mollen e gjakosur
te jane mpire dhembet e tu thithes
ngaqe nuk i beson mprehtesise se thikes