I slept outside, in that forest glowing from desires
with that entreating pardon
and that slow leaving
to Monday, into a desert of opinions
(That today I still keep awake).
On the red carpet Ladybugs were dancing
they were searching to bloom the rose
in the memory of the time that went ...
but nothing ever remains the same
summer rain melts it all
fallen on the loneliness of bodies.
Ballads are crumbs of tears
dropping over the lip
to bloom another day
that voice of hope ...
The woods were on fire from those prayers,
while over the stately poplar
magpies bring the seasons...
(Translated by Stela Xega)
Irsa Ruçi is an Albanian Writer, Speechwriter and Lecturer. She was born in Tirana (Albania), in 1990. Her books of poetry include Trokas mbi ajër (poems and essays), 2008 and Pështjellim (poetry), 2010. Only for 2016, her works has appeared, in more than 70 print and online national and international magazines and anthologies. Among many awards, she has received the first prize in poetry, in competition "Anthology 2007", as the best poet in Albania.