As amazing as everything on mother earth feels, there is nothing like time. Whoever created the concept really hit it off I must say. It's powers to help and heal are almost surreal. As I gaze at the moon from my window I no longer feel lonely and miserable without you. I have no remorse where you're concerned, you're just a vague memory in my mind. My heart doesn't skip beats and there are no butterflies.  You killed them all with your indifference and guess what....I am so so so glad you did that. You might have been my moon but after all you're nothing but a vague reflection of the sun thats about to enter in my life.

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Vale mbi vale
do jem une.
Do jem si dallga
do jem si shkume.

Do puth brigjet
do puth kedo.
Do ti puth me pasjon
sa ti bej te lumtur-o.

Cikash do behem
kete e di.
Do ndahem, do coptohem
do digjem, do behem hi.

Por si feniks
un do sherohem.
Do rilind, do rritem
dhe serisht do rinohem

Humbem edhe kete mbremje

E humbem edhe kete mbremje
Askush nuk na pa te zene per dore,
kur muzgu i kalter binte mbi bote.

Nga dritarja une pash’
lodrimin e perendimit mbi kodrat e largta.

E pastaj, si nje monedhe,
nje copez dielli u perndez ne duart e mia.

Te kujtova ty me shpirtin e ndrydhur,
me ate trishtimin qe ti ke njohur tek une.

Ku ishe ti ne ate kohe?
Me c’njerez?
Cfare fjalesh u thoshe?
Oh, pse me ndodh keshtu: dashuria shperthen pernjeheresh,
kur jam i trishtuar dhe kur ti je larg?

Libri qe marr te lexoj mbremjeve, me ra nga duart,
dhe te kembet e mia, si nje qen i plagosur u rrotullua perendia.

Gjithnje, gjithnje sapo vjen mbremja ti iken,
Deri ku muzgu bredh duke tretur statujat.

Eros and Psyche

I might be a decade older

I might be totally unfit

I might just be different

but I am like a fire that you lit.

You are like the God of love, Eros

that makes all my nerves tingle

And I am like Psyche

that makes your heart jingle.

Together we have magic

a magic so sublime

that no matter the facts

we will conquer time.

I have no wrath, no greed, no lust, no envy, no anger, no sloth but I do have gluttony and i really think thats what's gonna send me to my grave. I don't know y but i love to eat. I cannot explain it but food gives me that warm fuzzy feeling . When I'm happy I eat, when I'm sad I eat, when I'm excited I eat. If I could choose what to do with the rest of my life(without worrying about money, love, kids and disease) I would choose to eat. And not just any food but good food, buttery minty creamy and crunchy delights. I would love to start my days eating fresh blueberries, raspberries walnuts, figs and peach yogurt. I could see myself bathing in swallow milk while i drink cow milk in a flute. I can literally eat cereal and bananas for the rest of my days. I am NOT joking. Oh to enjoy wine with crackers, and brie cheese while i munch on white big grapes(seedless if possible), would be HEAVEN!!!. You know that cake named Napoleon?! I would give my right pinky to be able to eat that every after meal. Some minty ice cream would make the day better however sleeping with The Orange would make all my dreams come true and it would be the perfect way to end the day!

Te sjellesh ne jete jete. Te ndjesh edhe ndjenjen me te pandjere. Te kullosh gjak cdo muaj. Te luftosh kunder ideve te mykura te nje shoqerie te lashte. Te ecesh perpara dhe nderkohe te shikosh mbrapa. Te durosh thashetheme te pafundme. Te gjykohesh nga numri i partnereve te krevatit. Te jetosh ne idene se cka ke sot, neser mund te zhduket. Te qeshesh dhe kur te qahet. Te mbash 'universin' mbi shpine. Te manovrosh karaktere dhe personalitete te ndryshme duke u varur nga situata. Te gjesh vetveten ne nje bote te humbur. Te ecesh perpara pa u dorzuar. Te mbijetosh. Kjo do te thot te jesh grua!

Rri me mua

Ne mengjes kur vishesh edhe shkon,

kur me puthje me thua lamtumire,

me thot zemra ti mos ik ti mos ik, te lutem.

Lamtumira nuk me pelqen.

Ti s'e di, a ndoshta se kupton 

se larg teje dashuria me trishton. 

Rri prane meje edhe pak edhe pak te lutem.

Me nje puthje mos me genje.

Rri te lutem, mos shko. 

Nuk do ndarje dashuria.

Mos shko.

Po kur do kthehesh?

Nje cast pran me jete

un e di se do me kthehet dashuria

ne zemren time ,do jete gezimi.

Dhe ti atehere do me kuptosh.

Dhe kur vjen i cilter si femi,

jam e lumtur se s'do ikesh perseri.

Ti me ndjen e embel me qerton.

Dashuria zemres falje i kerkon. 

Rri prane meje rri dhe pak edhe pak te lutem.

rri te lutem mos shko. 

Po kur do kthehesh? 

Nje cast pran me jete,

un e di se do me kthehet dashuria.

Ne zemren time, do jete gezimi 

dhe atehere ti do me kuptosh.