Secret Garden- Ode to Simplicity

Secret Garden- Cantoluna

Secret Garden- Adagio

Secret Garden- Papillon

Secret Garden - Illumination

RTK "Dhoma pa kthim, Autor Agron Krasniqi, mysafir Fahredin Shehu

Vendi im

Gurëve tek më ec në të praruara shtigje
Grurishteve të arta me lulekuqe prore
Gërvishtin qenien time të virgjër mallkueshëm
Gërshetat e shprishura nga era lajkatare ndjellin
Groteskë trishtim xanxë dhe lemeri fryme

Rrënjët në balt shohë të ngulura
Lule të bukura mbi ujë të shkulura
Hallka vathë e byzylykë të ndritur
Bukuroshe Kosova ime e stolisur

The latent “I”

Spleen was now loaded
Heavily as vineyard full of not harvested grape
I pity the nation that does not press its own grape

All plasmatic beings elegantly approached to burn
The head and the tail of the serpent
The latent “I” buried under the shade of the golden fig and
The drops of the pomegranate’s juice
In vain tempted to cure all wounds of the turbulence “Past”-s and
Aloe, balm and the royal jelly turbulence “Now”-s
While in seclusion yet the latent “I” bears Love
Since it shall write for the upcoming prophet
He writes since he believes in miracle
By each lovely word he utters
The gate opens the “All” may hear heavenly shriek and
The distance shortens
To kiss the epithelium of the heart and
By each word he utters
A prejudice dismantles in one blast
To see the rainbow from the burnt of its particles and
All the black holes queued in the cosmic cord
To make the necklace for Sophia eternal
The bride of the eternal groom
That embraces the Seen the Semi- Seen and the Unseen.

My wishful thinking…

I fully embrace the lights of all sources
Mixing tears with the blue flame
Abandoning all human fears
Encroaching the grass of all darkest green
Smelling running water at the bank of the Nile
Receipted in the Onyx foyer surrounded by
Unfurled rainbow muslin roll with gold color encrypted
Formulas for Love intoxicated entities
Am I?
Such befuddled to melt as a snowflake
When the sun ray sings its quatrain
And perfume it with the fresh scent
Of angels’ armpit
And all Seraphs laugh in unison
For all lost “I-s”

Jose Carreras En Aranjuez Con Tu Amor