Kushtrim Thaqi - Dried Rose

Life, death, and inhumanity in between

My friend described the way he buried him under the moonlight; A white dog, buried under the bright– full moon light; He cried.
I didn’t.


As Above so Below

Stars! Below, above, on the sides: clouds. Darkness, further behind stretched, etched in an unfathomable cloth of infinite space that lingers, and lingers, and lingers… I remain in the Center. At the same place where you are; Where you sprout, where I sprout, where they became too! I raise my hand. As it vibrates in…


After forty years
none of these will have a meaning;
Your face will be full of wrinkles
your hands will shiver
your smile will wither
just like–
when you were born!