Kushtrim Thaqi - Prishtina


come and walk on me, get high, high,
let us become one cloud
sailing above clouds in the mountains made of pictures
and thoughts and nightmares of all kinds

Kushtrim Thaqi - Dried Rose


O mother,
when eyes closed I walk through that door,
swimming, blind…
forgetting myself in the void,
O mother,
even if you leave before me,
there, give birth to me once more.