Old Faded Photographs
(Fotografi të vjetra, të zverdhura)

Brittle, as if no tears were left to moisten them... and over their heads, the old roof. In one of them the ivy can scarcely be seen, in another, a wide walkway, worn by pigeons.

No evil omen anywhere in sight and, once more,

Out of all that longing, the lassitude, the aims and disappointments and sins, the lack and surfeit of things, the pleasures and pains,

Tender vines and foliage sprouted one day, thistles, sage, and chrysanthemums in autumn. And probably even some Rose of Sharon.