Mendime (thoughts) në Anglisht.

[kulla]

drin, you fucking beast! I'm a survivor after reading your poetry, and you know on what boat, on what gomone.

Zed is dead, baby, Zed is dead. as they say in france, nice motorbyke.

[Cruel]

Disgust and cognak
and vomit
in the night of useless lights
Looks and words
and touch
This orgy has gone too far

Sex-rape is overrated
Brainfcuking comes to mind
In the sweat of existence
I'm the collateral damage
between body and soul

The reflection in the mirror
causes disgust
The sound of the cracking image
empties in the cognac glass
This touch of madness
the vomit cleans it up


hahaha, I just "created" a piece of shit

[kulla]

in which case,
as you open your eyes
in the morning,
and of a thousand reflections,
you see but one,
hungry still,
I is reminded of the fool,
a star in his own time,
yet a fool,
who said,
"not wet",
and all he pissed on or at,
he ate.

tope stra-fool-a,
(to **** the spelling)
but you remind me
"of zarathu-stra's bitch",
though you didn't make it
to get to close to it.



yours
na-stra-dini

[Cruel]

Long live the Bitch
for the only original thought
is the orgasmic ride
Conscience serves only
to collect the human excrement
and the apple is rotten
for the worms foolfill it
Marie, remind the Pope
for the cherry is dry

[GoDDeSS]

life, love and ROSES

What is life without love?
What is love without meaning?
If we have no love to give
Then what are we living for?

Sometimes while I sit here thinking
I wish that I could cry
For tears would hide the pain inside
That I so often have to hide
All night I sit and watch the stars
I pray and make one wish
That every wrong turn my life makes
Could be fixed by just one kiss

When day break comes
The sun will shine
and brighten up my day...
But if it rains,
the storm it brings
Will take the people's smiles away
I wish for them a rainbow
A bright rainbow,
which makes the flowers shine
Of all the flowers you're a rose
Which is the color of life
So unique and so beautiful
are the colors of a rose...

[drini_në_TR]

Back to California

I see California again
with the endless L.A.
the weather is beautiful
but now I see it in a different way
with the sad glasses on
I miss already my friends
and my steps are shivering
I’m on the edge of the world
the farthest West
where the beautiful mountains
meet an infinite Ocean
there’s something about California
that makes it so golden
it’s the place where your heart rules
you come here for the
best girl you ever known
and to meet your dreams
because if you follow your stubbornness
you will never make a day in here
you’re either free here or dead
is the land where the heart dwells
and calls itself home
because California is a place
without ancient histories and legends
no old civilizations
but just with a rich present
for people who live today
with their heart and body here
carrying stories from
all around the world
and that’s California.

August 16, 2002 11:29

[drini_në_TR]

D.

The Illyrians called
the Sun Dielli
the Sea Deti
the Ground Dheu
the Glow Drini
the Light Drita
the Justice Drejtësi
and the Romans
the God Dio
I guess the words
with D
have the Devine
in common.

No Date.

[drini_në_TR]

Credere

Vado a dormire nella buia notte
e comincio a cadere nelle proffonditá dei emozioni
la stessa storia gira nella mia testa
sbattendosi nello stesso dilemma
e mi sento come se io stassi guardando
due posti differenti nello stesso tempo
sta accadento di nuovo
é dentro di me
sono debole
ma nel mio pensiero idealmente forte
ogni azione finiscie in un circolo vizioso
mi rendo conto di che succede
ma la stessa storia continua infinitivamente
é difficile cavarsela da solo
sono quasi una robbá
da giuttare nel cestino
un pezzo di carne esaurito
dall’illusione
non so più giudicare la realtà
perchè l’ho già tradita
ma il mio cuore e il mio sentimento
urlano d’andare avvanti
di imparare dai fallimenti
e di essere più cosciente
di che penso di fare
ma tutto questo massiccio
mi ha già fatto moscio
peró riescho a vedere la serenitá
quando fermo la guerra com me stesso
quel che è difficile diventa facile
e il facile diventa difficile
ho bisogno d’amore e di fiducia
devo credere la voce dell’accusante
perchè la liberazione si può giá
sentire
prego di stare con i piedi per terra

La Felicità è tutto quel che mi serve
di conseguenca l’amore mi stara affianco
con me e i miei amici




-- Il bisogno di Credere Mestesso –-






Data inesistente

[drini_në_TR]

The Pain that Heals

There is a pain
That can hit you very hard
But when it leaves
It heals more than what it gives
Because it brings you back
The world in which you feel saved
And where your comatose worries
Become hollow as the haze

I keep praying for this pain
I’ve gotten one
That after what it did
It made me feel better inside
It made me grow stronger
It made me reunite
And it also brought me
The enjoyment of some calm

Without bad times
There are no good ones
And if you can let yourself
Live fully inside that pain
Your heart will become more sensitive
For the good times that come again.

Jan 22, 2003 16:25 keep this faith
Dedicated to my first fall from my motorcycle :D

[drini_në_TR]

Just Look At Me

What else do you feel
Other than your thinking
Are you loosing something
That’s so close, yet out of reach
These words sound
Kind of creepy
Is the easy thing hard?
Yet you forget about it
But it can’t forget you
And it just won’t leave you alone
Where are you now
How come there’s no peace
Yet you don’t seam to fight
When you think
You whisper your words in your head
And easily forget what you say
There’s some danger down there
Isn’t it
You look at what you see
But can’t reassemble
How come I understand this
What I’m not trying to do
You can lift a hundred rocks
In the mean time
But not lift a small grain
In that direction
That’s what it is,
Thanks to the proud.

Feb 2, 2003 0:53