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Publishing House \u201cFaik Konica\u201d, Prishtina\/ Kosova 2010. THE DEEPEST EXPRESSION OF LIFE<\/strong><\/p>\n In \u201cBetween Rivers of Babylon\u201d, Sevdije Rexhepi has truly created the poetry of truth, optimism, faith and love. The beauty of friendship is found in quiet moments where no words need to be spoken but love is frankly felt. On the other hand the deeply cherished value of friendship is embraced throughout poems about life in today\u2019s Iraq where the author resides temporary.<\/em><\/p>\n All poems one after the other are a living verse since they contain the vitality, free of fashion and form, which is instantly recognizable as the deepest expression of life.<\/em><\/p>\n Give this book as an exquisite gift to friend. Renew your spirit through words that speak right to your heart, reading it yourself. Keep one for You, in your treasury of memories.<\/em><\/p>\n Kreshnik Ndreu<\/strong> FOR A MOMENT <\/strong><\/p>\n For a moment THE MERMAID<\/strong><\/p>\n Sitting at the seaside OUR SHARED DREAMS<\/strong><\/p>\n In no man\u2019s land DESTINY<\/strong><\/p>\n It hurts when you see OURS<\/strong><\/p>\n You touched my soul WALL OF LIFE<\/strong><\/p>\n Every day BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL<\/strong><\/p>\n Constellation of stars TOMORROW\u2019S HOPE<\/strong><\/p>\n Is STAMINA<\/strong> Wordlessly I tried FEELING BLUE<\/strong><\/p>\n In the open door MESOPOTAMIA<\/strong><\/p>\n You woke the dream LISA<\/strong><\/p>\n Imaginary SURVIVOR<\/strong><\/p>\n Fighting a valiant battle CORONET OF LOVE<\/strong><\/p>\n Far into the night BETWEEN TIGER AND EUPHRATES<\/strong><\/p>\n Galloping the unknown land LEAVING NO FRIENDS BEHIND<\/strong><\/p>\n Looking through their eyes ENDLESS RIVER<\/strong><\/p>\n Tigre EPHEMERA<\/strong><\/p>\n In the morning light POETRY IS\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n My Night CASTELLATED LOVE<\/strong><\/p>\n On the wings of the butterfly FUTILE DREAM ONLY<\/strong><\/p>\n Explosions INSOMNIA<\/strong><\/p>\n In the late hours SOMETIMES & ALWAYS<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes FOR (N) EVER<\/strong><\/p>\n Waking up BIZARRE<\/strong><\/p>\n With a half ether smile INTERLUDE<\/strong><\/p>\n In a place IRIS<\/strong><\/p>\n In retrospective AROUND THE SUN<\/strong><\/p>\n Climbing ERUDITE<\/strong><\/p>\n Because I come SPIRIT STILL ALIVE<\/strong><\/p>\n Clouds pushing slowly THIEF OF THE MOMENTS<\/strong><\/p>\n I frightened the soul of the darkness ALONG THE WAY<\/strong><\/p>\n Along the way UNDER VICTORIOUS UMBRELLA<\/strong><\/p>\n Leafing through the diary of life AWAKE<\/strong><\/p>\n Snuggled up under cover TRIVIAL<\/strong><\/p>\n Perplexed\u2026 SILENT PRAYER<\/strong><\/p>\n Trained steps on the ground WRINKLED PILLOWS<\/strong><\/p>\n Waking up TO HER<\/strong><\/p>\n You are beautiful! THE WINNER<\/strong><\/p>\n I borrowed, \u201cREMAIN UNDER COVER\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Epileptic day REFUGE IN YOUR HEART<\/strong><\/p>\n Lucky will be LIVE PERFORMANCE<\/strong><\/p>\n Running amok around the stage GRAVITY<\/strong><\/p>\n Your silhouette DECIPHERING THE UNKNOWN<\/strong><\/p>\n For so long WIND BETWEEN RIVERS<\/strong><\/p>\n In the world between the rivers NOT<\/strong><\/p>\n Not defeated, \u2018TILL THE RAIN<\/strong><\/p>\n Dusty day PAST & PRESENT<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes quizzically lost BABYLON<\/strong><\/p>\n In the heart of modern days MAGIC CARPET<\/strong><\/p>\n In the absence of wings (as in old tales!) FEEL THE RAIN<\/strong><\/p>\n Early in the morning LITTLE PEACE<\/strong><\/p>\n On the lap of Mesopotamia DARING TO DREAM<\/strong><\/p>\n Escaping the usual moments OUR DIADEM<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes, YOU COULDN\u2019T DO MORE<\/strong> That nightmare of that Sunny morning… ILLYRIAN IN BABYLON<\/strong><\/p>\n Running the endless race ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><\/p>\n An Albanian poet, Sevdije Rexhepi comes from Gjilan, a picturesque city in Eastern part of Kosova. After she completed her studies in French Language and Literature at the University of Prishtina, she returned back to her hometown to teach at the high school she had attended. In 1999, she started working for B&R (US company) in Kosova and since 2006 she has been based in Iraq. Sevdije loves reading and writing and poetry is her passion. Her inspiration to write comes from the love she has for nature, her family, her country and her travels. She has published many literary books in both Albanian and English. She also write in prose. Her journalistic articles can be found in many magazines.<\/em><\/p>\n Published books in albanian<\/strong><\/em>:<\/p>\n \u201eSilent Symphony<\/strong>\u201c – (Simfoni e Heshtur), poems, Gjilan, 2003. Anthologies<\/em><\/strong>:<\/p>\n \u201eMosaic of a Portrait<\/strong>\u201c – (Mozaik t\u00eb nj\u00eb portreti), Tiran\u00eb, 2004. Published book in english<\/em><\/strong>:<\/p>\n \u201eThe Sounds of Waterfalls<\/strong>\u201c – poems, Gjilan, 2004. Prepared by Shefqet Dibrani<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Publishing House \u201cFaik Konica\u201d, Prishtina\/ Kosova 2010. Editors-in-chief: Mirela Sula,Tirana\/Albania and Kreshnik Ndreu, New Jersey \/ USA ISBN 978-9951-06-313-5. THE DEEPEST EXPRESSION OF LIFE In \u201cBetween Rivers of Babylon\u201d, Sevdije Rexhepi has truly created the poetry of truth, optimism, faith and love. 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\nEditors-in-chief: Mirela Sula,Tirana\/Albania and Kreshnik Ndreu, New Jersey \/ USA
\nISBN 978-9951-06-313-5.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNew Jersey<\/em><\/p>\n
\nYou stopped by
\nWe shook hands
\nTalked about my land
\nFor a moment
\nI smile to you
\nI gave you a friendly hug
\nWe shared memories
\nAfterword
\nFor a moment
\nWe realized
\nTogether we are
\nForever thankful
\nFor the same blue sky
\nWe share.<\/p>\n
\nLike a spoiled child
\nWatching the endless sky
\nBegging the Sun to come down
\nAnd swim with me
\nThe sea beautiful and blue
\nComes slowly
\nEasily, towards me
\nOpening its wavelet arms
\nEmbracing me tenderly
\nI, the mermaid
\nGive myself to waves
\nThe sailor
\nHe don\u2019t know me, I don\u2019t know him
\nJumps, to save my precious Dream!<\/p>\n
\nWe breathe, we stand
\nWe feed our dreams
\nWe talk, we walk
\nWe like, we love
\nWe smile
\nTogether with the sunrise
\nSinging a lullaby
\nTo the sunset<\/p>\n
\nHer sad eyes crying
\nLike rain
\nOn my window
\nPouring down
\nTo the bottom
\nI feel the thunder
\nFrom her soul
\nAs coming
\nEveryday
\nShe\u2019s fighting
\nTo survive the nightmare
\nWaiting and praying
\nTo breathe
\nThe Air of Freedom<\/p>\n
\nThose eyes of yours
\nTold me
\nI touched yours, too
\nI saw you once
\nI recall
\nThe day you left
\nWhat an Awesome Power!
\nCall what you want
\nSpiritual\u2026
\nFantasy\u2026
\nFairy tale…
\nPoetry\u2026
\nOr just Love<\/p>\n
\nI hear my steps
\nWalking, slowing down
\nAnd stopping
\nTo read the Wall of Life
\nThinking, breathing deep
\nGoing back weeks
\nMonths, years…
\nMarc…
\nRobert\u2026
\nFred\u2026
\nArthur\u2026
\nRashid…
\nSurinder\u2026
\nTimothy\u2026
\nRodger\u2026
\nAnd\u2026
\nAll the friends
\nWho gave it All\u2026
\nGod Bless their soul!
\nAmen.<\/p>\n
\nDancing
\nOver silent river
\nAnd diving
\nDeeply into history
\nWordlessly…
\nI feel your hand
\nSqueezing mine
\nIn this sacred night
\nBeside the chaos
\nAll around us
\nAnd dunes of sand behind
\nThis weave of dream is
\nBreathtakingly beautiful<\/p>\n
\nWhistling hard
\nThe desert wind
\nBrakes this silent night
\nInto million pieces
\nEmbracing the moment
\nSo profound
\nTo touch the bottom
\nWith cosmic questions
\nWith no answers
\nUnder the moonlight
\nVaguely starring
\nAt the stars above
\n\u2018Cause candles are not allowed.
\nBe quiet, please…
\nDon\u2019t shut out
\nTomorrows Hope
\nTonight.<\/p>\n
\n(To a Bosnian friend<\/em>)<\/p>\n
\nTo scratch the face of the Evil time
\nWhen everything colored, stopped
\nFrom the shed blood
\nBlack and white
\nUnknown tomorrows
\nMask of panic all around
\nSilhouettes that chassed the light
\nEvery day and every night
\nThrough your eyes
\nI\u2019m watching live
\nA similar story
\nAs mine
\nWhen I touched
\nSoftly your scars
\nAll around arms
\nWhich you fought with
\nTrain of thoughts revived again
\nI read
\nThe suffering, the fear, the loss
\nAnd the Will to survive
\nWhen the storms were raging violently
\nSwallowing the pain
\nYou stood up
\nTurning over the new leaf of life
\nHere we are
\nSame path, same world
\nYou my friend
\nAnd I<\/p>\n
\nOf the world of music
\nQuietly I stepped in
\nAs a fool with no rules
\nPretending
\nThat I don\u2019t hear anything
\nOut of everything\u2026
\nEchoes, that comes from the blasts
\nFear, that can\u2019t disappear
\nSoprano\u2019s voice shivering
\nOther noises that I hear!?
\nMissing\u2026 those I love
\nMe, every single day
\nSurvivor
\nWhen I\u2019m this far
\nWhat else can I do
\nBut, Feeling Blue!?<\/p>\n
\nAgain
\nWonderful fantasies
\nSwallowing the bitter yesterday
\nListening the sound of today
\nLocking the present into a silence
\nTrying to understand
\nMysteries of life…
\nFeeling of the burning sun
\nReminds us where we are
\nSpirit of rebellion
\nFlood of unanswered questions\u2026
\nJourney of life
\nBrought us between rivers
\nBetween war and freedom<\/p>\n
\nExtraordinary
\nLisa from Wonder World
\nIs Praying\u2026..
\nCarrying the fairy tales
\nInto the hope, for tomorrow
\nDisbelieves and fear
\nDisappear
\nShe moves on
\nShe is strong
\nShining star, proudly
\nHanging in her mind
\nTwin tears dropping
\nThe flowers blossom after
\nIn her cloudless blue sky
\nLisa flies endlessly
\nLight as a butterfly
\nSpreading hope around
\nFar away and near by<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m a soldier
\nTomorrow
\nIs a complete mystery
\nTantalizing like dark reveries
\nI\u2019m still me
\nNot giving up
\nInto despair and sadness
\nEvery moment
\nI\u2019m a fighter
\nAnd survivor
\nThe pressure
\nLife taught me
\nTurns black stones
\nTo brilliant diamantes.<\/p>\n
\nThe wind blows endlessly
\nOver the awaking silence
\nGropingly,
\nThe strength of the mind
\nRips up softly the sky
\nReaches the stars above
\nAnd the Moon
\nVenus and Mars
\nThen\u2026
\nAmalgamates all
\nIn a Coronet of Love
\nTo shine the World wide<\/p>\n
\nExploring the old times
\nTearing the wall of fear
\nCarving the dream
\nIn a patch of sunlight
\nI learned how to fight
\nLike an eagle in the wind
\nI learned…
\nTo chew the silence and still talk
\nI learned\u2026
\nHow to heal pain
\nWhen a life is lost
\nI learned
\nOld wise moon smiles
\nIn the dark end of the sky
\nAbsorbing my thoughts
\nIn this quiet and scary night
\nBetween Tigre and Euphrates
\nI am still awake talking to stars
\nPraying for the soldiers outside.<\/p>\n
\nSearching through their heart
\nI see the light
\nAnd, I feel proud
\nI hear the booms and fights
\nYou\u2019re strong, you still believe
\nYou\u2018re brave, you have no fear
\nOut there
\nIn the mercy of bloody nights
\nWith no beginning and no end
\nLeaving no friends behind
\nYou fighting battles
\nUnder the moonlight
\nWhile
\nI\u2019m sleeping, inside
\nThank you soldier, I\u2019m alright\u2026<\/p>\n
\nYou endless river
\nPrideful flowing
\nThrough history
\nAnd dust storms
\nWashing away
\nThe blood of civilizations
\nBringing life
\nThrough erosions of time
\nYou endless river
\nTigre
\nPalm trees
\nWaving at you
\nBeautiful
\nAs ever<\/p>\n
\nI left the dreamboat
\nBlank out my thoughts
\nSplashed some water
\nOn my face
\nIn the mirror,
\nBeguiling smile of another me
\nAnemic days
\nWith frightened reveries.
\nAbsence of color
\nFaints hope
\nIn this, three thousand years old place
\nSo real, indeed.
\nEphemeral moments
\nFor a while
\nThen like a starving child
\nEmbracing
\nThe new tomorrows
\nThat will come
\nIn this place
\nThree thousand years old
\nIndeed.<\/p>\n
\nWhen the sleep wanders
\nMy sunrise
\nIn the lazy mornings
\nMy Hideaway
\nFrom unbearable noise
\nMy Soothe
\nWhen feeling the absence of all
\nMy Peace
\nWhen struggling to collect thoughts
\nMy Divinity
\nThat resides within me
\nMy Anthem
\nOf the Bygones, present and those to come.<\/p>\n
\nI will write
\nThe most wonderful words
\nWords will become flowers
\nFlowers full of colors
\nColors will inspire hope
\nHope will survive
\nIt will be alive
\nWith budding dreams\u2026
\nHanging Gardens all around
\nZephyr will spoil us
\nGrowing together
\nCastellated Love<\/p>\n
\nOne after another
\nTearing down walls, every obstacle
\nPieces of burning fire, flying into infinity
\nThick smoke, everywhere
\nAs a prideful soldier
\nFighting your own part, of the battle
\nShielding your own soul, from cataclysm
\nYou\u2019re there.
\nTomorrow stopping by
\n-What a strange, futile dream \u2013 you will say
\nOnce upon a time.<\/p>\n
\nOf a crazy night
\nWith dazed thoughts
\nBattling my mind
\nI gave up
\nAnd
\nLeft for a dream ride\u2026
\nWill be back with Sunlight.<\/p>\n
\nWhen the day hobbles
\nAnd, can\u2019t walk
\nSometimes
\nWhen the words are there
\nAnd, can\u2019t talk
\nSometimes
\nWhen the dust obscures the sight
\nAnd, can\u2019t see
\nSometimes
\nWhen the face leads the soul
\nLet soul, the face be
\nSometimes
\nWhen mood needs a change
\nTrying in vain
\nAlways you\u2019re there, with mother\u2019s care
\nGiving comfort and Love
\nEasing the pain<\/p>\n
\nOn the side of the bed
\nDressing up
\nWith closed eyes, accordingly
\nFast pace
\nTo catch the time
\nHaving the morning coffee
\nAnd a cigarette
\nHugging the routine and fear
\nIn the desert
\nFrom sunrise to sunset
\nCulprit for all above<\/p>\n
\nAnd quiet murmuring
\nEvading the emptiness
\nWhen quelling the fear
\nIn this Hazy World
\nTiming every prayer
\nEvery breath
\nWith every drip of the I.V.
\nThoughts, so delicate
\nTrapped in spider web
\nThe dream so bizarre
\nSo real, part of life.<\/p>\n
\nWhere Palmas grow high
\nMore than anywhere
\nYou feel
\nThe closeness to the sun
\nYou witness
\nWater velvets of clouds
\nHeat creates
\nThunderstorm and lighting
\nAn interlude\u2026
\nChallenger of the blazing sun
\nThis time, was the rain.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m searching
\nFor the falling leaves
\nAnd the moments
\nUnder your umbrella
\nWhen emotions
\nAnimated the rainy days
\nAnd Iris bestow the dream
\nWith different colors
\nMemories\u2026
\nAre hunting me
\nIn Eden
\nWhere first Love was named.<\/p>\n
\nThe Everest of my life
\nFighting
\nDifferent, modern wars
\nI spent dreamless nights
\nPraying in my knees
\nAgain, I got up
\nTo see with my own eyes
\nExodus of my people\u2026
\nNow, all around the Sun
\nOnly pictures remain
\nFrom exhibition of life.<\/p>\n
\nFrom Eagles land
\nI refused to be afraid
\nTwisting the fear
\nStrangling it to no return
\nBut sometimes
\nClenched my hands tightly
\nFelt weakness\u2026
\nRebellious and strong
\nRight or wrong
\nForbid myself feeling down
\nIn a place
\nWith lack of mountains
\nReefs of life
\nErudite of my time.<\/p>\n
\nThis morning
\nI, the robot
\nEmbracing the routine
\nLocking the fear
\nIn Pandora\u2019s Box
\nStart a new day
\nIn this old place
\nWhere old temples breathe silently
\nWith their ancient spirit
\nStill alive.<\/p>\n
\nLaughed loudly every night
\nWalking proudly with the moonlight
\nWaking up stronger each day
\nTo the wonderful corner of mine
\nEscaping\u2026from nothingness
\nThere where you are
\nMelting in your delightful smile
\nThief of the moments and time
\nLost in your gleaming eyes
\nJust for a while\u2026
\nLetting all trepidation behind.<\/p>\n
\nSlowly, picked up
\nPuzzling pieces of life!
\nAlong the way
\nWith friends all around
\nMet joy and delight!
\nAlong the way
\nWhen sky rumbled with thunder
\nSurvived long, crazy nights.
\nAlong the way
\nLearned patience of a saint
\nWhen hope vanished into thin air.
\nAlong the way
\nPainted sunrises and sunsets
\nSaved charisma from eloping with them.<\/p>\n
\nSometimes skeptical
\nHandpicking wonderful stars
\nTo find out
\nThe infinity of the Sky
\nBarefooted walk
\nOver the broken glass
\nStrong, fearless holding tight
\nUnder victorious umbrella
\nEmitting hope and love
\nAs stars do
\nEmbalming every single one
\nFor a differ tomorrow
\nStill to come.<\/p>\n
\nArms around this night of winter
\nTired\u2026
\nSilenced\u2026
\nAbsentminded\u2026
\nMyself and Fear
\nWe\u2019re still awake.<\/p>\n
\nFugitive from normality
\nGround shaking all around
\nDays disappear like bubbles
\nWith one little touch
\nAnd don\u2019t care much.<\/p>\n
\nAs calculated
\nGot Shakespeare
\nFelt Macbeth\u2019s question or doubt
\nFar into the East, in desert
\nObeying rules of the road
\nWithout asking
\nSurviving restless, days and nights
\nWith a silent prayer.<\/p>\n
\nBefore the sunrise
\nWant dreams to go on
\nUnder wrinkled pillows
\nWith closed eyes
\nEyes first, then the pillows
\nOr both, for dreams to go on
\nIn the day that follows\u2026<\/p>\n
\nTaking care of yourself
\nWith taste
\nThe way you walk
\nTalk
\nPresenting yourself
\nWith grace
\nThe way you act
\nStrong, smart
\nBe proud of yourself
\nYou are beautiful.<\/p>\n
\nLion\u2019s strength to fight
\nEagle\u2019s wings to fly
\nUp in untouched sky
\nSun\u2019s fire to burn up
\nThe sinner
\nOcean\u2019s water to prepare
\nMy dinner
\nMixed all with Illyrian soul
\n\u2026always a Winner!<\/p>\n
\nInvoluntary movement
\nIn and out of the bunker
\nTo save the soul
\nPeace,
\nMoment of comfort
\nMay be a joke or two
\nYou can hear your heart beat
\nCounting
\nUntil commanding voice
\nRepeatedly is heard
\n\u201cRemain under cover\u201d
\nWar is back, Peace is over.<\/p>\n
\nTo find that special key
\nThat will open You, for Me
\nThen, rake up, like fallen autumn leaves
\nYour thoughts, your joy, your love, your jealousy.
\nLucky will be
\nTo find that special key
\nThat opens your heart, to me
\nTo move in
\nRefuge!<\/p>\n
\nScreaming, same words my author wrote
\nOver and over
\nIgnoring all audience…but you!
\nI summed up our wonderful days
\nNow gone
\nWhen in Esperanto
\nWe use to pray together
\nFearing
\nMeteorite may crush any time…
\nOh, these moments
\nLearned, better understood
\nThe worth of simple things
\nTonight
\nIs live performance
\nAnd you are my audience
\nWhile I am running amok
\nAround the stage…<\/p>\n
\nAnd I
\nSide by side
\nAimlessly
\nAt night
\nI am the Moon
\nYou are her light
\nIn my dream
\nYou always step in
\nGiving me the World
\nNot whispering a word
\nYour silhouette and I
\nHeart of a rover
\nAt night, under the moon light
\nGravity takes over.<\/p>\n
\nMarching
\nZillion miles of horizon
\nThrough grotesque Yesterdays
\nIgnoring naively the Tomorrows
\nPutting in hold
\nThoughts, prayers and everything else
\nUnwinding the hope from the hope itself
\nLiving on this day of Today
\nEmphatically,
\nDeciphering the Unknown.<\/p>\n
\nWind whispers eternally
\nBringing closer
\nThe timbre of your voice
\nTouching softly the soul
\nDeeper then you always thought
\nIn the world between the rivers
\nWind whispers.<\/p>\n
\nWhen rough waters
\nTry to grab me
\nTo the Unknown.
\nNot blinded,
\nWhen the sand storm
\nTries to blur
\nVision of Today.
\nNot mumbled,
\nWhen the night
\nBecomes day light
\nWaiting.
\nNot surrendered,
\nWhen it\u2019s hard to tie the knots
\nOf Hope
\nFor Tomorrows to be Born.<\/p>\n
\nBoring as the dandruff
\nOn my shoulders
\nPuffs of clouds are preparing
\nTo invade the long day ahead
\nHere and there
\nAnd to the farthest corner
\nMoments are pending
\nFor the rain\u2019s landing.<\/p>\n
\nI slip in to the Past
\nPicking up the old memories
\nLike old fashion clothes
\nOne by one
\nDancing silhouettes of
\nHope and fear
\nJoy and sorrow
\nHate and Love
\nSometimes quizzically lost
\nI slip in to the Past
\nTo find who I am
\nIn the present.<\/p>\n
\nBetween rivers, I am
\nStanding hereon
\nPicturing the famed city
\nWhich is now gone,
\nBabylon!
\nBetween rivers
\nStanding at ease
\nI felt the breeze
\nOf Old Babylon!<\/p>\n
\nFrom the madness within me
\nOn a magic carpet, I want to fly
\nAway \u2026to infinity
\nTireless, enjoying the freedom of skies
\nThe magic carpet and Me.<\/p>\n
\nDrops of rain
\nKnocking everywhere
\nInviting me to their dance
\nUp there
\nWish be a drop, be one of them
\nJust one day
\nTo travel where you are, far away
\nAnd drop on you
\nOn your hair, on your shoulders, on your lips
\nWake you up \u2026Good morning!
\nDrops of rain
\nKnocking everywhere
\nUp there.<\/p>\n
\nI rested my head.
\nFor a moment, I didn\u2019t bother
\nSearching for answers, deep in the Tigre River;
\nI didn\u2019t try
\nTo stop the Sun burning, the wind blowing
\nPalmas growing\u2026
\nFor a moment, I just set my head
\nOn the lap of Mesopotamia,
\nMind and soul
\nMaking peace with myself
\nLittle peace, in the lap of Mesopotamia!<\/p>\n
\nThe enigma of the East
\nI diarized
\nThe unusual different night of war,
\nKilling the noise of the blasts
\nWith a pillow,
\nFooling myself
\nCovering outside fires, with my moonlight blanket,
\nSinging lullabies to the dead, awaking all alive.
\nI diarized
\nDreams scared to death,
\nDaring
\nFor a new bright
\nSunny morning.<\/p>\n
\nWhen the days have no names
\n(pieces of the old Berlin wall!)
\nWe can listen to the Big-Ben bells
\nAnd see Eifel Tower\u2019s dance of lights
\nSailing Venetian lagoon
\nIn a gondola…sometimes,
\nWe can touch Giza Pyramids hot antic stones
\nSmelling Rotterdam roses
\nAmazona\u2019s rain touching our skin.
\nForgetting all about Time
\nWe return to the Place of Eden
\nWhere it first started…
\n\u2018Cause the beauty of the Hanging Gardens
\nVersifying every feeling
\nEverything.<\/p>\n
\n(Dedicated to NYC 9\/11 firefighters<\/em>)<\/p>\n
\nYou, Angels of life, against devils of death
\nRun towards hell,
\nTo bring hope
\nTo thousands of hands, waving for salvation.
\nThousands of souls in your shoulders
\nRivers of tears in their eyes.
\nYou,
\nFaster then the burning sky
\nReached the peak
\nOf the mountain of life.<\/p>\n
\nOn and on
\nThrough mystic Babylon,
\nOn the same ancient footsteps
\nOf my very own.
\nOn and on, in Babylon…
\nA 21st century, never tired Illyrian eagle
\nWaiting to fly, for a rest
\nTo her warm nest, home.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/fjala.shkoder.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/sevdije_rexhepi.jpg\" "\\"Sevdije")
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\n\u201eHours of Wanting<\/strong>\u201c – (Or\u00ebt e Munges\u00ebs), poems, Gjilan, 2004.
\n\u201eBallad upon Balad<\/strong>\u201c- (Balad\u00eb mbi Balad), poems, Prishtin\u00eb, 2010.<\/p>\n
\n\u201eThe Language of Lyric Love<\/strong>\u201c – (Gjuha e dashuris\u00eb poetike), Tiran\u00eb, 2006.
\n\u201eFor my Mother<\/strong>\u201c \u2013 (N\u00ebn\u00ebs), Tiran\u00eb 2007<\/p>\n
\n\u201eBetween Rivers of Babylon<\/strong>\u201d – poems, Prishtin\u00eb, 2010.<\/p>\n