Stilettos Poem by Fatmir Terziu

How I would have liked to have learned the language of stilettos

Mornings,

noon,

Evenings

Mondays,

Fridays…

and especially Sundays

If only I knew their language

They have a melody in their rhythm

They float slightly off the ground

And then as nails they attack the floor

Stabbing as deep as the veins, the arteries

Ah, I didn't learn their language, for God's sake!



Long stilettos, short and small ones

They all have a unique language

Stepping on concrete, dry earth, or sandy ground

The stilettos continue their typical movement,

The type of stilettos that only God knows how He made them

Multiply in number everyday like a species of mice.



I know that the stilettos belong to the women

So to understand their language care is needed

Stilettos are just as strong and durable

When holding delicate feet,

Or even when like bottles the feet weigh down on them.



For a long time I have wanted to learn the language of stilettos

Even though I do not understand a single stroke in the dictionary

For a while I have wanted to learn something

Since I was a boy,

Since I was young…

And even now that my eyes twinkle upon them



Oh. How stilettos wake up something in me

And you should know it is not a secret

Without stilettos it seems as if the river will takes us

And the earth will decay us quicker…



Stilettos have an amazing language

They break stones and wood beneath them

But I do not know if when old women wear them,

Do they cause the same fuss?