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Angela Kosta was born in Albania in 1973. She has lived in Italy since 1995. She has published 9 books: novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian and Italian. Angela Kosta is Director of the newspaper DRITARE E RE - New Window
and Deputy Editor-in-Chief of the international newspaper Albania Press.
She is a translator and her publications can be seen in various literary magazines and newspapers in Albania, Kosovo and Italy. He writes articles for the Italian newspaper "Calabria Live", translates for Gazeta Rrënjët - Le Radici", International Magazine "Orfeu", writes for Alessandria Today, collaborates with the International Magazine Atunis - Belgium, etc...
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THE HERO SOLDIER
Flare of light passes through the window
of this world,
stopping on the half-closed eyelids
of a young soldier,
that lies on the ground
with hand on heart
where he brings the photo of his beloved
who awaits his return without return
from that remote country,
where the dawn no longer knows the sun,
and on withered trees
the crows get their fill
of many warrior corpses.
Everyone was fighting for a better world
dreaming of Peace.
Flare of light passes through the window
of this world
on the half-closed eyes of a young soldier,
than abandoning oneself to youth
he heard the dove singing:
No more War and Weapons
But only Peace and Freedom
(Translated by the Indian poet Dilip Mewada)
THE LIGHT OF SURVIVAL - ANGELA KOSTA
The Light of Hope shines on the beloved
land furrowed by wounded edges where
the poverty lives naked.
There are undressed ladies with wide open eyes
on the sidewalks full of corpses
with anxiety is fed inside the garbage
with rotting food like stale bread crumbs as if they are for stray dogs.
But the Light of Hope triumphs it travels around the world on the paths where poor and sick people pass. It's passes there like a torchlight procession to tell the beloved Earth to stops suffering. It fed the poor in abundance with the light of hope.
The oceanic light emerges and fills the cracks in the souls of the sick, wherever are there.
By embracing the light, everyone recovers from the evils of the century:
Diseases and Poverty!
FOR MY MOTHER…
I have written several lines and endless verses with my tears, pain of love for her.
Where are you, my mother?
I wish to kiss your eyes with goodness once again!
I want to caress your warm hands just the way you used to do.
I want to feel the wrinkles of your untimely old age with my fingers,
I don’t want to see you in such lethargic condition.
Your grey hair are the witness to eternal suffering;
You are irreplaceable to me,
You are my mother Sophie;
I will always love you endlessly,
Like a goddess,
You will live in my soul;
How can I believe that I will never see you again in this life!
You won't be here anymore;
Didn't you know that you would be in my breath?
How can you die till I am alive?
Your winsome smile reminds me of the glare of the stars.
The universe of nostalgia fascinates me as you have given light to my life and raised me with the patience of sufferings.
So with great love for your good sake,
Speak up,
Just tell me at least one last word!
How would I live like this?
My mother,
Please read these verses silently.
Don't be silent!
Ah, I wish I could challenge time and the evil of death.
I will destroy the unfortunate fate and drive away the evils.
I'll snuggle in your lap again.
Just as I did, when I was a kid.
The lap, where I found a tranquility and solace.
How happy I was then!
When your hands caressed my soul deeply
And my whole being blossomed.
Mother,
Please don't go like this to stay beyond the sky.
YOU ARE A LADY...
You ladies,
A fragile martyr,
Return from the lost path where there is no whisper,
Desperate crying of dirty life,
tears of blood, nail scratched bodies having distressed soul;
You ladies,
Rise!
Stay away from everything that negates the "goddess" in you;
Cross the border of patience and violence
Tear off your faded veil.
The dark eternal mask;
Free yourself from people who don't deserve you,
your moist smile on the lips;
You ladies,
Live again!
Raise your heads
Open fists holding the power of life;
Bloom again to sing...
Smile...
Enjoy your freedom coming out of the prison of hatred.
You ladies!
You are great
You are unique
You are holy;
Enjoy and live happily!
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