{"id":599,"date":"2017-11-23T17:55:56","date_gmt":"2017-11-23T17:55:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=599"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:14:20","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:14:20","slug":"agron-shele-albaniabelgium","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/agron-shele-albaniabelgium\/","title":{"rendered":"Agron Shele, Albania\/Belgium"},"content":{"rendered":"

Agron Shele, Albania\/Belgium. Member of IWABOGDANI\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Agron Shele was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania. Is the author of the following literary works: \u201cThe Steps of Clara\u201d (Novel), \u201cBeyond a grey curtain\u201d (Novel), \u201cWrong Image\u201d (Novel) , \u201cInnocent Passage\u201d (Poetry) and \u201cEse-I \u201d . Mr. Shele is also the coordinator of International Anthologies: \u201cOpen Lane- 1,\u201d \u201cPegasiada , Open Lane- 2 and ATUNIS magazine ( Nr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 )\u201d. Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy \u201cAtunis\u201d. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013, 2015, The Second Genesis -2013, Kibatek 2015-Italy, Keleno- Greece, etc. Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.<\/p>\n

Translated by Peter Tase<\/p>\n

1- White Light<\/strong><\/p>\n

A white light,<\/p>\n

Wakened in the waters of my soul,<\/p>\n

Over the wings of a flying bird<\/p>\n

Just as once before…<\/p>\n

A mirror of a reborn life in turmoil<\/p>\n

Just as today…<\/p>\n

Kidnapped from warm verses in rebellion.<\/p>\n

White hope,<\/p>\n

A voice of life colors without borders<\/p>\n

An open canvas of colors brighten<\/p>\n

Beautiful<\/p>\n

Just as dreams of nights of no return<\/p>\n

Thunderstorm,<\/p>\n

Of a burning star, steaming hot.<\/p>\n

White word,<\/p>\n

Raised in the high benches of thoughts<\/p>\n

Carved in ancient mythology of trust<\/p>\n

Poured,<\/p>\n

In fiery horizons of the west.<\/p>\n

White life,<\/p>\n

a broken mirror of crossed fates<\/p>\n

a deep sea of kidnapped sorrows<\/p>\n

just as snow…<\/p>\n

Dissolved in the first rays of craziness<\/p>\n

Just as a leaf…<\/p>\n

Lost in a freezing autumn universe.<\/p>\n

2- My dreams are there<\/strong><\/p>\n

My dreams are there,<\/p>\n

Just like thousands of icebergs in an endless ocean.<\/p>\n

Mind penetrates all the way flying,<\/p>\n

In other skies, trips \u201cendless\u201d.<\/p>\n

My dreams are there,<\/p>\n

In spring skies, with many stars<\/p>\n

Pieces of feelings crumble a soul<\/p>\n

And turned magic into a cloth.<\/p>\n

My dreams are there,<\/p>\n

Just like light whitening, in sun rise.<\/p>\n

With longing of autumn in a chest<\/p>\n

And …points of rain \u2013 sorrow.<\/p>\n

My dreams are there<\/p>\n

Over rainbow arches, colors of thoughts;<\/p>\n

A white day, hope and happiness,<\/p>\n

Trenches are twisted, poetry rebellion.<\/p>\n

My dreams are there<\/p>\n

Formatted in a great feeling…<\/p>\n

A view thrown in a dark sky<\/p>\n

Breathing margins \u2013 a statue shape.<\/p>\n

3- On the \u2018Sivenston\u2019 Park<\/strong><\/p>\n

In \u2018Sivenston\u2019 Park is quiet,<\/p>\n

silence,<\/p>\n

abandoned,<\/p>\n

Lost benches in a heretic time.<\/p>\n

A frozen lake and forgotten wings<\/p>\n

Of white swans dissolved in migration.<\/p>\n

On \u2018Sivenston\u2019 park is cold,<\/p>\n

Freezing,<\/p>\n

wind is blowing.<\/p>\n

A snow that feels with crystallised snow flocks,<\/p>\n

Steps are knocking, slow motions<\/p>\n

Flip flaps of enlarged shadows.<\/p>\n

\u2018Sivenston\u2019 park, a broken vision,<\/p>\n

Worlds are crossed,<\/p>\n

Awaiting for water flows,<\/p>\n

Shapes of symbols painted on lips<\/p>\n

Mirages and dreams of broken memories.<\/p>\n

\u201cSivenston\u2019 Park an infinite vision<\/p>\n

Whiteness,<\/p>\n

a thrill of fates.<\/p>\n

Among clouds and nights an icy longing,<\/p>\n

Sleeps below the forest naked and alone.<\/p>\n

4- Autumn in Tirana<\/strong><\/p>\n

Autumn,<\/p>\n

In Tirana that is lost in water creeks,<\/p>\n

Through extended water drips in the windows of crystals,<\/p>\n

In the abandoned benches from all this unrest<\/p>\n

In the naked trees all the way to forgiveness.<\/p>\n

Autumn<\/p>\n

Even its returning tears of meditation instants,<\/p>\n

Forgotten old romances in memory,<\/p>\n

Returning painfully in the soft spirits<\/p>\n

Yellow paper, of my diary.<\/p>\n

Autumn,<\/p>\n

In Tirana of the earlier steps,<\/p>\n

Of a bench that is always naked with green flowers,<\/p>\n

Of the last glass dropped through ridges<\/p>\n

Pieces of lips, skies of love<\/p>\n

Autumn<\/p>\n

And longing for passed times,<\/p>\n

For the deeming of light in the white soul,<\/p>\n

For the life thrown away through angles of reflections,<\/p>\n

For the abandoned leaves from all this demise.<\/p>\n

Autumn<\/p>\n

And traces in every heart beat<\/p>\n

For her\u2026for someone\u2026for love,<\/p>\n

Of after times that are knocked in so much noise<\/p>\n

\u2026and of autumn, e melancholic pentagram.<\/p>\n

5- You were lost\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

You were lost completely unexpectedly in the intersection of roads,<\/p>\n

without lights,<\/p>\n

not even green lights with the colors of poets<\/p>\n

you were lost through the clouds of thoughts<\/p>\n

dissolved after the suffering screams of soul.<\/p>\n

You were lost in the rainbows that wait colors<\/p>\n

Infinitely prisms of the sky that is broken<\/p>\n

In the broken wings creeks of seagulls<\/p>\n

From waterfalls that descend through thousands of dances<\/p>\n

A twist of clouds and much dew.<\/p>\n

You were lost in the stars a thunderstorm of the west<\/p>\n

Dreams that are meek on angel looking wings<\/p>\n

A phantasm of peaks that touch fantasy<\/p>\n

Of fiery loves,<\/p>\n

That darkness suffers.<\/p>\n

You were lost deeply in the sea\u2019s blue color<\/p>\n

And through tornadoes that shake lives<\/p>\n

A tip of the iceberg that touch the blueness<\/p>\n

\u2026And of fates,<\/p>\n

Beliefs of desires that are sinful to anyone<\/p>\n

You were lost in the first depth of winter<\/p>\n

Icebergs of feelings frozen in the park,<\/p>\n

\u2026decorating the childish life without luck<\/p>\n

From pain<\/p>\n

And the cold is frightened with sadness.<\/p>\n

You were lost deeply in view<\/p>\n

From eyes that touch endless horizons,<\/p>\n

Eyebrows that are tired from the days of waiting<\/p>\n

And the last tears<\/p>\n

Glassy crystal washed by sadness.<\/p>\n

Lost misunderstanding a life of abandonment<\/p>\n

Of scenarios of symphony of pain<\/p>\n

Of times that have gone swiftly without notice<\/p>\n

Turbulent over feelings<\/p>\n

Living under worry<\/p>\n

You were lost in the shelves of writing books<\/p>\n

And of the ink that is erased from this forgiveness<\/p>\n

Waves of words burned in passions<\/p>\n

Waves of words burned in love.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Agron Shele, Albania\/Belgium. Member of IWABOGDANI\u00a0 Agron Shele was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania. Is the author of the following literary works: \u201cThe Steps of Clara\u201d (Novel), \u201cBeyond a grey curtain\u201d (Novel), \u201cWrong Image\u201d (Novel) , \u201cInnocent Passage\u201d (Poetry) and \u201cEse-I \u201d . Mr. Shele is […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":3506,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[162],"tags":[],"book_author":[],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=599"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3505,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599\/revisions\/3505"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3506"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=599"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=599"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=599"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=599"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=599"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}