Delirium Poem by Fatmir Terziu

I would have wanted for us to iron our thoughts together,
When the rebelling angels catwalk amongst the icy clouds,
whilst promoting the required fashion,
as they give in to lust,
I would have desired to have been within the existence of the word
Where the Earth holds us in her soul,
Where the sun and rain have fed everything:
centuries, years, months, days,
the trees of the erased goodness,
and love is transformed
into a house where spiders are entertained
whilst being anointed with an orgasm.
But you were, and I think you felt, bad,
You pushed me away slowly and slightly every day.
The collected thoughts of your pockets,
Under the force of the unremembered word,
The hope of life evaporated,
The noisy offices had no order,
because some breathing occurs that is stifled
by the evil of the world,
and some expensive thoughts are not just
for the eyes of the World…
Ah, even you had become privy with the officials,
Orphaned thoughts crawled from plaza to plaza,
Saying that someone had left your rope outside,
As he wanted everything to go sour…