Jasteku

di Eleonora Niko Qeparoi   

DOLCI SOGNI  Mária Szánthó (1898-1984)

                                  

Jasteku

E mbusha jastekun me endrra,

Poshte, siper, anash, kudo i vendosa,

I bera si fiqte kallamates qe bente nena.

Rreshtuar nje nga nje ne fije zhuke te thata

Nga burimet e plazhit te Skalomes, t’embla…

Cuditerisht, zbavitem me endrrat e mia

Here si xixellonja ne tavan me ndrijne

Here i kthej ne mijra margaritare qe vezullojne,

Sa here djajte mundohen, gjumin te ma largojne! 

©Elko

4 Tetor-12

Pillow

I filled my pillow with dreams

Below, above, sideways, 

I placed them everywhere

Piled them up like the dry figs 

my mom used to pack together

one on top of the other, 

hanging by a dry thread of the zhuke plant

found in the sources of sweet freshwater

at the Ionian sea, Skaloma’s beach ...

Strangely, I get lost in my dreams 

like fireflies they lighten up the ceiling 

sometimes, I transform them

into thousands of twinkled pearls 

but sometimes devils attempt to repeal !