|Arber Ahmetaj has published several novels and short stories. He lives in Sion, Switzerland. His books have been published in French, Romanian, Hungarian, etc. He also writes poetry. Some prestigious European literary magazines have evaluated his books as important contributions to contemporary literature.|
I left all my smiles
in your hands on your lap,
seated in the courtyard of the moon
framed by the flowers
that my mother watered,
groaning from pains in her bones;
forest waters were flowing down beside you;
with my smiles you lit up the evening star.
Foxes lowering their tails went hunting birds;
music played before dawn
crept back into the pipes.
One by one we licked the drops of dew,
dawn lying on the grass –
the moon sitting in our yard between us.
I still have lots of smiles for you,
they never run out,
just sit and wait
and open your arms.
Sit on the old plum tree
and feel their burning glow on your lap.
The forest had eaten the town slowly,
Not in the way that the town ate the forest
The town came
With the axe on its shoulder
And wickedly during the night time
Entered the forest
And cut it to its heart.
The forest waited
While to the town
Returned the old longing for the axe
Rushing away to cut trees
The forest knows so well
That of all the species
Known to it in time
Are its constant enemy.
Yet the forest never flares up
Just patiently waits and waits
Green and verdant
To this heartless vengeance.