Seize

Bolts of lightning from the sky

And plant them in fields of life.

They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.

Charge somber thoughts

With unexpected flash,

You, my lightning in the soil!

– Visar Zhiti – The Condemned Apple:

They carry me in the sky, put wings on my shoulders and leave the earth to give me all the divine shadows – dreams that take me from the world into the world and strike me thinking thinking. I die for the earth to live in heaven.

– Mihai Eminescu –

Look at the theater

you in the world to play it:

play one and the four,

still you guess, you gonna make it,

And cry, to argue,

You in the corner you spend in yourself

and you understand their art

what is bad and what’s good.

– Mihai Eminescu –