Suicide - Kushtrim Thaqi

Giving up

like dressing up
doing your hair
putting lipstick on
and going out for a stroll;
later finding yourself in another’s bed.
tomorrow,
messy hair,

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Kushtrim Thaqi - Dried Rose

Nanë

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.

Old!

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!