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501 Foe | killed each other,~When we saw each other for the last 502 Mire | illness, alienation's vomit,~Scandal, divorce, the flagrancy 503 Mire | praised?~Their pride, their scorn, the exhibitionist cult~ 504 Letter| letter,~Not because it's secret, I'm just not strong enough 505 Exti | Remember.~The satisfaction of security has darkened you.~Now with 506 Mire | like a battered bird~Which seeks out the cliffs to perish.~ 507 Mental| idea,~Which has never been seen, never been found~And I 508 Letter| Tirana is its same old self,~The narrow alleys and low 509 Wait | of self-recovery,~Has torn me to pieces...~ 510 Obv | With sterile lips, the senseless body.~I have often encountered 511 Euro | How can I control you, set you free, clash blood-smeared 512 Mental| of our asylum~As the sun sets late in the west,~When longing 513 Mental| unique madness,~You who are setting off into exile,~With eyes 514 Mire | upsurge of energy, passion and sex,~When, from the act, the 515 Wait | fevers have begun, I am shaking.~I am awfully beautiful 516 | Shall 517 Foe | insulted you in the most shallow way,~My foe.~But what would 518 Wait | blood in my veins.~I endure sharp pains.~Keep away!~You will 519 Del | flows from my fissures,~Shattered at my weakest point,~Alone 520 Wait | Where the light shivers,~It shines and falls~Into the depths 521 Wait | bare tears,~Where the light shivers,~It shines and falls~Into 522 Wret | Wretched notions~(Nocione të shkreta)~Wretched notions~In a solitary 523 Ques | comrade x~(Pyetje retorike shoqes)~You know well how to disguise~ 524 Exti | means?~Remember how my ray~Shot into your sky like an arrow.~ - 525 | should 526 Mire | advancing through the muck,~Shoulders spiralling bronze-like in 527 Mental| country to country...~Oh, what shrieking echoes~Out of our asylum~ 528 Mire | their way,~Even Jesus Christ shrinks~At their terrestrial splendour.~" 529 Obv | hurl terrible tentacles of sickly silence into the air ...~ 530 Paper | For your verse exchanges signals~Even with the coldest, the 531 Wait | moment, the fevers will be singing within me,~Tiny groans will 532 Euro | Outside, dust.~Only dust that sings~ and rules 533 Wait | Mystery of beauty,~Your victim siphoned water from your oasis,~And 534 Wait | of beauty,~Your victim is siphoning water from your oasis,~And 535 Mire | which protrude from the skin,~Zygomatic pates of new-born 536 Mire | succeed in arousing~The slightest feelings among the generations.~ 537 Exti | Blue-coloured, you blue egoist,~Slowly you went out in my hands.~ ~ ~ 538 Mental| loving one another mad,~While smiling in exaltation,~And all the 539 Song | like a volcano,~Were you to soar~Not like a bird~But like 540 Mental| There, after midnight, the sobbing subsides,~Someone is talking 541 Mad | can be drunk~Refined with soda water and lemon?~It's sooooooo 542 Wret | shkreta)~Wretched notions~In a solitary space you composed,~I cross 543 Del | Broken,~ sombre,~ 544 | Someone 545 | somewhere 546 Song | Song~(Këngë,)~Were you to rise~ 547 Obv | pollution,~Furtiveness, sophistry, fickleness, inexistence,~ 548 Foe | overwhelmed,~When death nailed our souls.~Oh, yes indeed, you are 549 Wait | awfully beautiful in this sphinx-like act,~With angelic blood 550 Mire | through the muck,~Shoulders spiralling bronze-like in the face 551 Mire | shrinks~At their terrestrial splendour.~"Oh, and the last one of 552 Euro | observation, the pulsing~Steam...~I feel no pity and forgive 553 Obv | entangle, ~Subdue,~With sterile lips, the senseless body.~ 554 Euro | tranquillity of oppression, stoic observation, the pulsing~ 555 Mire | and storm,~Skulls which protrude from 556 Wait | a forest felled by the storms~ 557 Foe | took account of:~THE MASSES~Streaming about ineptly,~Huffing and 558 Letter| like my utopia,~Watchmen on street corners near the embassies,~ 559 Foe | When we were out in the streets,~Whom we never knew,~Whom 560 Mire | arrogance,~As long as regents strive to mark our memories.~Look, 561 Letter| it's secret, I'm just not strong enough yet~To deal with 562 Obv | catch, pull in, entangle, ~Subdue,~With sterile lips, the 563 Mental| after midnight, the sobbing subsides,~Someone is talking to himself:~ 564 Foe | seeing.~Because of you my substance revived, awakened,~Swore 565 Mire | this mad history will not succeed in arousing~The slightest 566 Wait | oasis,~And has bloomed and succumbed within you...~ ~ ~ 567 Wait | oasis,~And is blooming, succumbing within you.~Now I remember 568 Sense | are lucid)~You draw and suck, but find no fulfilment.~ 569 Sense | are open again, you are sucking again, cleansed~You return 570 Mental| our cheeks~Tears.~Fellow sufferers~Of our unique madness,~You 571 Mire | to vanish, depart, commit suicide,~That venom nourishing the 572 Letter| tell you, Mummy, peril is summoning me ~With the toothless smile 573 Mad | it.~America is one huge supermarket...~That's where I lost my 574 Obv | have me, as you always had,~Support, breath, path out of a blind 575 Mire | the last one of them~Shall surely be the first!"~Those eyes, 576 Del | suspicion...~Oh, unceasingly~You survey that inert unwinding in 577 Obv | fled from you~In order to survive somewhere~On emotional alms.~ 578 Del | Such strength and such suspicion...~Oh, unceasingly~You survey 579 Del | pain~Which drips with the sweet aroma~Of blood crushed ~ 580 Foe | substance revived, awakened,~Swore allegiance,~Was overwhelmed,~ 581 Euro | pity and forgive no one,~Take account of nothing.~Go ahead 582 Mad | she doesn't drink it.~I talk to her for five minutes 583 Mental| sobbing subsides,~Someone is talking to himself:~Nonetheless, 584 Letter| yet~To deal with what I'm telling you.~Tirana is its same 585 Euro | of origin.~Brain ringing, temples resounding,~Echoing within 586 Sense | using you like a devil,~Tempted by a crime immune to law.~ 587 Letter| society, but low in life's tension,~Helping me to climb the 588 Obv | dying,~You hurl terrible tentacles of sickly silence into the 589 Mire | Christ shrinks~At their terrestrial splendour.~"Oh, and the 590 | thereof 591 | these 592 Mad | to America to face up to things~Then I'll come back here.~ 593 Del | my comprehension~(do you think there is life without that?)~ 594 Mental| going, you are leaving us,~Thinking it's "forever."~Fleeing 595 Mire | dreams, unreal, glaring,~A thousand times truer and more real~ 596 Obv | obvious you're an ass~(Që ti je gomar, kjo është diçka 597 Foe | And I don't know how life ties its knots,~But it does...~ ~ ~ 598 Mire | unreal, glaring,~A thousand times truer and more real~ 599 Wait | will be singing within me,~Tiny groans will be heard, terribly 600 Letter| with what I'm telling you.~Tirana is its same old self,~The 601 Would | It would be awful~(E tmerrshme do të ish)~It would be awful~ 602 Del | Desire is yearning for a tomorrow~Which is not mine.~Why do 603 Foe | never knew,~Whom we never took account of:~THE MASSES~Streaming 604 Letter| is summoning me ~With the toothless smile of a hungry love,~ 605 Wait | of self-recovery,~Has torn me to pieces...~Close the 606 Wret | composed of me,~As into a town from which all have just 607 Foe | Because of you I followed the tracks ~And understood what I was 608 Exti | bear that lordly smile of tranquility?~As a warning on those April 609 Euro | gives life to my veins,~Oh, tranquillity of oppression, stoic observation, 610 Del | creatures,~In a fugitive transformation, my today~Became my yesterday,~ 611 Letter| against the people,~Never was treachery among men so much in fashion,~ 612 Mire | glaring,~A thousand times truer and more real~ 613 Del | and such suspicion...~Oh, unceasingly~You survey that inert unwinding 614 Foe | followed the tracks ~And understood what I was seeing.~Because 615 Del | Everything absolute becomes unexpected.~Has only beauty the right~ 616 Mental| Fellow sufferers~Of our unique madness,~You who are setting 617 love | of immortality,~And the universal form thereof, the container 618 | unlikely 619 Del | invention!~(Certainly~Some base, unnatural~Ambition).~I return whence 620 Mire | lashed~By disturbing dreams, unreal, glaring,~A thousand times 621 Del | unceasingly~You survey that inert unwinding in flight.~Everything absolute 622 Foe | The day when I got the upper hand~And won (perhaps),~ 623 Mire | the face of death,~In an upsurge of energy, passion and sex,~ 624 | us 625 Letter| the middle,~Built like my utopia,~Watchmen on street corners 626 Mire | our eyes.~The desire to vanish, depart, commit suicide,~ 627 Death | Death~(Vdekja)~Oh, eternal and omnipotent 628 Mire | depart, commit suicide,~That venom nourishing the senses: solitude,~ 629 Del | venomous~I stand, light-emitting,~ 630 Letter| me, don't worry,~With my verses,~I will chop them up, grind 631 love | stars shatter,~Colours vibrate to the sounds of immortality,~ 632 Out | dream.~But inside me too~Its voice resounds.~Outside me~They 633 Song | like a flower~But like a volcano,~Were you to soar~Not like 634 Mire | Inadaptability, illness, alienation's vomit,~Scandal, divorce, the flagrancy 635 Mire | force and heat,~Those legs wading and advancing through the 636 Sense | willing to deliver, no one waits for you,~No one wants you, 637 Would | të ish)~It would be awful~Waking up the same every morning.~ 638 Obv | the quality of a star, you wane in the sands,~Every night 639 Letter| Police - woodpeckers of a waning June.~I sense that something 640 Mad | love Campari ...~Do you wanna come to America with me?~ 641 Sense | one waits for you,~No one wants you, oh my senses.~And the 642 Exti | smile of tranquility?~As a warning on those April evenings~ 643 Mad | Not women...~Hemingway... wasn't the first~To love Campari ...~ 644 Letter| middle,~Built like my utopia,~Watchmen on street corners near the 645 Del | fissures,~Shattered at my weakest point,~Alone and abandoned,~ 646 Letter| alleys and low houses,~The weary wintry roads,~A fifteen-storey 647 Mad | to her for five minutes a week~And I'm not number one in 648 Sense | Such a pity~To see a devil weep!~ ~ ~ 649 Sense | that magic devil,~Is now weeping.~Such a pity~To see a devil 650 Wait | depths of the breast,~My face weeps~With eyes looking in.~Mystery 651 | well 652 Exti | blue egoist,~Slowly you went out in my hands.~ ~ ~ 653 | whence 654 | Wherever 655 Obv | With a flick of your whip you catch, pull in, entangle, ~ 656 | whole 657 Mad | Campari sooooooo much.~My wife, no, she doesn't drink it.~ 658 Sense | deliver.~But tonight, though willing to deliver, no one waits 659 Wait | pieces...~Close the doors and windows.~Keep the children away 660 Letter| and low houses,~The weary wintry roads,~A fifteen-storey 661 Mire | Oh, those hands,~The wisdom of the brain and the heart 662 Del | judge it, but once again withdraw.~How fair and yet mortal 663 Foe | I got the upper hand~And won (perhaps),~Your face~Was 664 Mad | What? "To lose your way?"~Wonderful. Is that what they call " 665 love | When love is not a means~Wondrous worlds emerge, stars shatter,~ 666 Letter| the embassies,~Police - woodpeckers of a waning June.~I sense 667 love | is not a means~Wondrous worlds emerge, stars shatter,~Colours 668 Letter| mother, listen to me, don't worry,~With my verses,~I will 669 Would | morning.~But if would be even worse~Seeing the end of the day~ 670 Paper | separation,~Separation is not worthy of your muse~For your verse 671 Paper | Letër)~I do not want you to write about your separation,~Separation 672 Mire | the brain and the heart is written~In those hands.~Rain, the 673 Ques | Rhetorical question for comrade x~(Pyetje retorike shoqes)~ 674 Del | without that?)~Desire is yearning for a tomorrow~Which is 675 | yes 676 Del | transformation, my today~Became my yesterday,~So swiftly that it was 677 Mire | Në llumin ekzistencial, yjet)~Are the names of kings, 678 Mire | protrude from the skin,~Zygomatic pates of new-born stars,~