***

 
E ndava bukën me vetminë,
Tek gdhendja kohën me një daltë
E shita lirë profecinë,
Për një grusht pluhur, a pakëz baltë!
 
I dhashë emër çdo gabimi,
E çdo rrëmuje i vura fre,
Por zemra prapë si erë e marrë
Kërkonte shtratin përmbi re.
 
Nuk ka faj, as ka pendesë,
Në këtë treg ku s’blihet gjë,
Veç rrahja që s’ka rreshtur kurrë,
Dhe e vërteta që s’bën zë...
 
I hoqa petkave shkëlqimin,
I lashë ëndrrat diku pas dere
Kjo është çka ndodh kur nata vjen,
Si vjeshtë e marrë që bën potere…
 
Për një çast ndoqa flirtin
E lashë hijen të ecë pa mua
Nuk isha unë që shita shpirtin
Por shpirti që s’dinte se ç’dua…
 
Dhe ja ku jemi, fund’i lojës,
Me xhepa zbrazur, po shpirtin plot
Një buzëqeshje karshi greminës,
Asgjë nuk humbe në k’të botë!
 
Një "Amen" i thyer, gotë e zbrazur,
Dhe zemra që vazhdon e rreh
Thjesht se s’di ç’farë të bëj tjetër
Nga ç’bëri dje apo pardje...
 
© Leonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3 AM

Nota përmbi xham...

U ula të shkruaja sonte nja dy fjalë,
Si shkruan shiu përmbi xham
E pas çdo note rreshtoheshe ti
Si Solo e qeshur mbi pentagram
 
Çdo akord më çon drejt teje
Si melodi që s’ka mbarim
Si gjak shfrenuar që rrjedh ndër deje
Si këngë pranvere e shpirtit tim
 
Edhe kur pena nuk më bindet
E bojë nuk gjej të shkruaj një notë
Mjafton një tingull i zërit tënd
Të harroj gjithçka nuk shkon në botë
 
Ti je refreni që përsëritet
Në çdo varg të jetës sime
Në çdo mbrëmje kur lindin yje
Je lauresha që zgjon agime...
 
Ti je tërmeti që ma shemb qetësinë,
Vullkan shpirti që ligje s’njeh
Je marrëzia ime, je dashuria
Që nuk njeh moshë e s’njeh atdhe
 
S’më duhen nota, as bojë mbi letër,
Kur emrin tënd kam klithmë në kraharor,
S’ka në këtë botë një tjetër, tjetër,
Që jetën ma kthen në zjarr hyjnor!
 
© Leonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3 AM

Akorde të Thyera

Këta tela lëndojnë si plagë e hapur,
Kur gishti kërkon atë prekjen e vjetër,
Mbi drurin e vrenjtur, me pluhur mbuluar,
Nuk luhet më këngë, por diçka krejt tjetër...

Kjo kitarë e vjetër dridhet si zemër...
Çdo akord i thyer, është notë pa emër
Ti ishe melodia, tani veç refren
Syri nuk të sheh, por ëndrra të rigjen...

Ndaj fle ndonjëherë, veç të shoh në ëndërr
Të shuaj mallin që kaplon si gjumë
Shpesh netët i kam të acarta, të ftohta
Si dimër vetmie që nuk mbart më shumë...

Është rënkimi i shpirtit që s’gjen më qetësi,
Në këtë dhomë ku akulli ka zënë folé,
Ku çdo tingull i mbetur flet vetëm për ty,
Dhe dimri i heshtjes na ndan përmbi dhé.

Ti ishe kënga ime,
Tani heshtja më vret
A ka aq ujë oqeani
Sa dhimbjen ta tret?

© Leonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3 AM

 

***

 
I've been digging my days deep
To the bone of their memory lane
The embers that shaped my sleep
And their willing to get me to chain
 
Memory has gotten new teeth
The scars I got are so deep
They look like a fire from myths
But I'm willing in my heart to keep...
 
It seems like i can go to places
Where only the dead can go
All this time i've been looking for traces
Of the dying spark that still glows
 
The storm is too fragile to bear
like a Swiss watch on my hand,
The sun has set now my dear
But the footprints are fresh in the sand...
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

Një ditë, gjithçka do të tretet...
Vetëm era do të mbetet...

Unë e dua Erën....

E ndjek unë, ajo më ndjek...
në brigje vjeshte pa lejlekë...

Unë e dua Erën...

Kur fluturoj motin ma prish...
Kur unë rrëzohem më ngre sërish...

Unë e dua Erën...

Në dritëyje e thellë në hije...
Nën tinguj qelq t'shiut që bie...

Unë e dua Erën...

Në orët e vona, në vetmi...
Mes qindra njerëz, a ndoshta mij’...

Unë e dua Erën...

Kur rrez’e dritës më përflak...
Kur drithërimë më rrjedh në gjak...

Unë e dua Erën...

Kur shpirti më duket i çalë...
E gjuha nuk më lidh dot fjalë...

Unë e dua Erën...

Kur qesh me vete si i marrë...
Para një pasqyre zemërvrarë...

Unë e dua Erën...

Në shtrat të saj kur shkon të flej’…
Në qindra ëndrra sërish e gjej…

Unë e dua Erën…

Në vetulla detesh nën qerpik…
Në udhëqumështi, Eden kozmik…

Unë e dua Erën…

Një ditë, e di, gjithçka do tretet…
Vetëm Era do të mbetet…

Unë e dua Erën…

ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

From all the things I left undone, 

No chance to them I gave. 

You were the path I chose to run, 

The love I sought, so brave. 

I love your face, your tender lips, 

Each part that makes you whole. 

You are the blood within my veins, 

The heartbeat of my soul. 

ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

 

I am not a native speaker
Of love’s language just like thee
But thy smell of Eden’s flower
Makes a lover out of me…
 
So forgive the lack of romance
That my verses carry on
I do like the old school loving
Like they did in Babylon
 
Let’s not waste time, let's do it
What’s of love is just divine
Leave the fancy cups to angels
All we taste is simply wine
 
Let me touch the untouched
To explore its deepest regions
Is not afraid of the darkness
The sacrified of all religions...
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

 

***

I use to travel from bit to bit
I loved the rock and roll
The kind of guy a girl could meet
At any concert hall
 
I saw you dancing on the floor
You were the queen that night
I felt like never did before
Lost of words, my feet were tied…
 
Although all light of universe
Could never take your throne
You placed a knife upon my chest
And cut my heart and bone…
 
...and just like I was thinking lately
of Mozart and Chopin
You came in silence to write your opera
Upon the soul of man…
 
So I became your masterpiece
You play in every hall
The one who hates you in his silence
And loves you most of all…
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

U mbytën qiejt në gotën time,
Qiejt mëkatarë...
Në rrugë vrapojnë zemra jetime,
Shpirtra të vrarë...
 
U tretën qiejt në gotën time
K'të natë të çalë,
Që lakuriq rend derê më derë,
Si e përdalë....
 
U thërrmuan qiejt në gotën time,
Yjet dhanë shpirt
Më mbeti veç ëndrra nê zgjime
Më i ëmbli flirt...
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

 

Keep the door ajar for me,
Even if my presence you cannot see.
Though I may seem lost in the dread,
In your heart, believe instead.
 
Keep the door wide open,
do not sway,
For I promise to return one day.
Even if Hell itself obstructs my way,
It will merely cause a slight delay.
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

 
O human flesh,
touch of divine,
don't hold your breath
in a broken line,
don't tie the heart,
it is not only thine
it is a dream i dreamed,
it is entirely mine.
 
O human flesh,
be wise and sane,
break the shackles,
cut off the chain
that keeps you tied
to a speck of time...
 
be yours for ever
and always mine.

ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

*** RIP Papi....

 

 

It is again 3Am sweetheart
And my hands are bleeding badly
Is a decision that God made apart
Not the Good, the Bad and the Ugly
               
The Good were condemned to die
Under the terror of the Ugly"s guns
Those who survived were forced to pay
The protection of the Bad"s strong arms
 
Those like me were put to hard labor
To rebuild this planet anew
It is still 3 Am sweetheart
I have to work one more hour, or two...
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

 

***

I try hard to catch my breath.
God, I am not young anymore.
It is a shadow over there
And a thought behind the door.
 
There is a guard at the gate,
He is staring hard on me...
There are demons everywhere,
He thinks; demon is only me.
 
There is a flower at the window
And a dog is barking hungry.
There is a witch and a widow,
They are keeping quiet but looking angry.
 
I do hear the silence screaming,
Here it is getting noisy every day
I killed a shadow. I did it fearless,
I had to do it in my way...
 
I try hard to catch my breath,
To preserve freedom from the blade
These times of evil, time of death
Find and shall find me unafraid...
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

 

***

 

I will not use Facebook any more
No more Insta, Tik nor Tweet
I will leave the keys outside the door
So you may want to come and lock it
 
I will spend my time on city parks
On village fields of lovely green
To meet the olds friends I have lost
Outside the networks and within
 
To see their lovely true eyes
As nature blessed them to be
Without filters and full of life
The same way I am seeing thee.
 
This is not, running to the past
It is fully living what is real
It is making moments forever last
Beside a cup of coffee or a meal
 
Dear friend of mine, from far a way
From time to time, we will send a letter
Meantime, just like in the good old days
Let us live it simple, it is always better.
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

We stand up every morning
We hear the same old blues
This world has a lot to offer
But not the right to choose
 
We speak within the silence
The last one of our chords
This is no place for talking
This is no place for words
 
There is no true remaining
Is fake even our belief
Hell, what are we betraying
Under the cloak of grief?
 
Our heart lies in the south
Our soul lies in the north
Our ego is unbowed
But that's not even worth...
 
God spoke us from the east
God spoke us from the west
We were deaf to hear and blind
So we couldn't see the rest...
 
There is again blood on the street
We hear the same old blues
We live the life for us chosen
And not the one we choose.

ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

 

If I could find, the light I have lost
At the abysses of my dreams
Left behind in deep nights-frost
Like a trace of desert streams...
 
Could you heal the broken sky?
Could you find a path, a way?
To hold eternity within your sigh
So I can breathe again one day...?
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

 

We lived a thousand nights at one,
that starry night of late September,
and counted breathes one by one,
each one an echo to remember…
 
A lot of time has passed since then,
though never enough will be it ever,
until death...would be a shame
We put it right and said: Forever…
 
Now our breath has become wisdom
and our kids are growing fast
i found a way to feel emotional
about that starry night of our past
 
You may have some gray hair now,
or any wrinkle on your skin,
you'll always be the brightest star
the vastness of heavens bears within.
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am

***

 
I am not done here
It is only the beginning
Already my footprints
Are wet on the shore
My turbulent voice
Like a candle is dimming
While my silence is silk
Within it golden core.
 
I am not done here
Don’t call it farewell
I embraced the night
But not the darkness
And just like the light
I like to dwell
Inside the vastness
Of her heartless…
 
I’m not done here
You were dreaming
I’m in the dwelling place
Of the gods
It is my silence now
That’s screaming
Against all efforts
And all the odds…
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am