Μια φορά
ρώτησα τον εαυτό μου:
- Αμάρτησα;
Μου απάντησε:
- Δεν ξέρω.

Μετά ρώτησα

το βουνό,
τη θάλασσα,
τον αέρα.

Το βουνό ήταν σοβαρό,
δεν μιλούσε,
η θάλασσα λυσσομανούσε,
ο αέρας δεν άκουγε
την φωνή μου.

Μετά ρώτησα

το χορτάρι,
τον χρυσό,
τη μέλισσα.

Το χορτάρι μιλούσε κλαίγοντας,
κάποιος το πατούσε,
ο χρυσός άρχισε να ψεύδεται
λαμπιρίζοντας,
η μέλισσα απομακρύνθηκε:
– Μη ρωτάς εμένα,
έχω δουλειά.

Μετά ρώτησα
Τ’ αστέρια,
τον ήλιο,
το φεγγάρι,
κι’ αυτά μου είπαν:
- Ρώτα τη μάνα σου.

Η μανά με φίλησε με αγάπη
λέγοντας:
- Μόνο ο Θεός ξέρει.

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Το μέλλον ανήκει σε αυτούς
που το προετοιμάζουν – by ELANKO

(ΈΛΝΤΑ ΚΟΚΟΝΕΣΙ)

Email: albelanko@gmail.com

Një herë pyeta vetveten:
- Mëkatova? Ajo m’u përgjigj:
- Nuk e di.
Pastaj pyeta: Malin, detin, erën.

Mali rrinte serioz, nuk fliste,
deti dallgët fort përplaste,
era zërin tim s’e qaste.
Më pas pyeta :
Barin,
arin,
bletën.
Bari qaraman
s’më fliste, dikush e godiste,
ari po shkëlqente, nisi të gënjente,
bleta u largua. – Mos më pyet mua
Pastaj u largua.

Pyeta edhe yjet, diellin, hënën.
Por, ata më thanë të pyesja nënën.
Nëna
më puthi me dashuri
duke më thënë:
Vetëm Zoti e di.

1992
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E ardhmja i përket atyre
që e parapërgatisin atë – by ELANKO

(ELDA KOKONESHI)

Email: albelanko@gmail.com

Elanko

One time
I asked myself:
- Did I sin?
It answered me:
- I don’t now.

After I asked:

The mountain,
the sea,
the wind.

The mountain was serious,
didn’t speak,
the sea knock
the waves,
the wind didn’t listen my voice.

After I asked:

The grass,
the argent,
the bee.

The grass spoked like whiner,
somebody whipped it,
the argent shined and,
started to lie,
the bee was going,
– don’t ask me
and started running.

I asked and the stars,
the sun,
the moon.
But they answered me
to ask my mother.

My mother kissed me with love
saying :

- Only God knows.

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The future belongs to those who
prearrange it – by ELANKO

(ELDA ANDREA KOKONESHI)

Email: albelanko@gmail.com