Where am I going?

 Where am I going?

To what end this heavy cart

In years like Sisyphus I push?

Max still comes around my feet

With his teary eyes gives me a look.

Will I arrive

to the forgotten dream?

There,

To be transformed in between colours

And to feel the warmness of the lights

(Not those stolen wires);

There,

In front of a deep pond

Afraid to be of diving for pearls.

Scared by the idea of the vicious circle

In which I wonder and wonder endlessly,

I'll look for the miracle in vain,

In colors to be changed endlessly.

Nor the bath in a river of light,

    Nor the wonderful sounds,

        Nor the antique papyrus,

            Nor the kiss of Muse,

Neither the sacred healer balsam,

Can have any use.

*Eshte perkthimi im i poezise "Per ku jam nisur?" e botuar ne vitin 2007