Maligun
My
childhood is a mudded courtyard
I
would draw a mountain with a stick
and
name it "Maligun",
I
wanted everyone to speak my language.
And
then I would draw a house
with
dripping logs hanging over its walls
hoping
to become a painting,
with
dreamy eye leaves
a
dream I couldn’t find a name for
a
word everyone could use
I
wanted to paint it in gray,
white,
blue, orange
to
add water, the sun and the snow,
but
while trying to find the word, it rained
and
the whole thing collapsed
the
winter windows froze on my hands.
One
day the house turned white,
from
the chalk on the asphalt;
in
search of the dreamy eye
I
added two wings
branches
had become trees,
I
found the white, the orange and the blue.
"Dream-eye,
dream-eye",
I
screamed extending my hands to touch it,
I
see myself in a dress
me
and the dress in the mud
right
there, just like that…
I
started building the house again.
Like Rain Puddles
These Eyes Today
Like
rain paddles these eyes today,
Pleasurably
drunk in nostalgia
Of
a glass of wine...
Exposed
to intoxication,
like
freedom I melt in this liquid
and
I hold you;
I
grasp you...
Like
this inebriation has got hold of me...
I
trip over myself into you
and
there is ... silence!
Silence!
Oh,
this life with eye paddles,
Like
in the mirror
Catches
it reflexion in that red liquid ...
Can
you see how I spoon behind you?
You
don't speak,
I
find the words
I
speak for you and me
for
normal people talk to themselves
The
crazy speak loudly for two
I
want to sleep;
but
the night rests in my mouth
The
day rouses and dips onto light;
I
am strong only when I walk with you;
barefoot
through love fields.
The Color Of Silence
Sometimes
I make myself blush
I
make myself blush sometimes
I
have swallowed every icy-cold morning,
I
have screamed: "Oh!"
and
I have waited ...
Lying
on my coloured regrets,
I
begin to lose the color of my eyes
and
whisper the amnesia of the words
Inside
my palm,
hands
of my wounds hold the torch,
the
torch of my blushing,
telling
me:
"This
is the color of silence
for
the sake of which you keep quiet,
the
color of silence or ...
...in
your wheat-coloured skin...
Thomaidha Tanuçi
Thomaidha Tanuçi was born in the city of
Permet in Albania. Her elementary and high school studies took place in Permet.
She went to "Alekandër Xhuvani" university in Elbasan to pursue her
college education. Her initial poetic works would start in her early junior
high years and continue in her high school thus sparkling her literature
teacher’s a special interest who later presented these works to the
“(Albanian)Writers’ Union” being that he himself was the head of it. The Writers’ Union highly estimated her works
and therefore awarded her the right to pursue her university studies in the
Literature major. In her birth town, where she later returned as a teacher, she
would often write and sometimes publish for the local newspaper. Thus, her
journey of poetry writing continued where she would share her poems with her
friends, until she decided one day to publish her first book titled “Misty
Breath of Azure Steps”. Thomaidha’s poems are momentary, detailed, abstract,
and a tangible life that can be experienced. Most of her poems center on the
theme of “Love”. But there are also simple philosophical poems intertwined with
lyricism. In Thomaidha’s poetry, reality can be touched by dreaming, whereas
rebellion against social phenomenon can be experienced through artistic
reflection and intellectual accountability. Currently, this author is about to
publish her second poetry book titled “Abnormal”. Currently, Thomaidha is
living in Tirana, not forgetting her birthplace which imparted on her the pure
spirit of Vjosa river, and that of the mountain peaks.