IRMA KURTI Poems

I miss your voice so much, Dad.
When our talks went on for hours;
that sweet music is only
an echo now.
...

Talking with you
on the phone
is difficult—
the sound
...

It's early in the morning, my steps
are heard and all around are asleep.
The shop shutters will open slowly
like eyelids after a restless night.
...

I had to spend
a lifetime
to realize
that loneliness
...

This magical sunset fixes snowflakes
as they fall confused and disorderly,
falling in love with each one of them.
...

It's the time of the fading of values,
of the loss of friends one by one,
just like the trees lose their leaves
as the season of autumn arrives.
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The day when I'll tell you: "Goodbye"
and I will leave forever this world,
wet from tears of sadness and despair
I will shout loudly until I have a voice.
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I have forgotten how to be a woman:
wear an elegant dress with high heels,
try to provoke someone with my charm,
put on makeup and apply lipstick.
...