A memory

[Albioni]

A memory is a strange thing, some will make you cry at their
very rememberance, some will cause you to sing without any
painful interference. Many times, a memory comes from times, people, and places that you miss. Some memories bring on pains and sorrows that you cannot dismiss.
Somethings are easy to forget, but what makes a memory so
precious is that you haven't forgotten it yet.

[Estella]

A memory is a strange thing,
some will make you cry
at their very rememberance,
some will cause you to sing
without any painful interference.
Many times, a memory comes from
times, people, and places that you miss.
Some memories bring on pains and sorrows
that you cannot dismiss.
Somethings are easy to forget,
but what makes a memory so precious is that,
you haven't forgotten it yet.


riorganizoje disi qe ti mos i corodisesh lexuesit. versioni me lart qe e kam shkruar mu duk mua me i kuptueshem.

[Albioni]

Ishte me shume meditim, nuk jam perpjekur ta hedh ne vargje.
Megjithate faleminderit, me pelqeu perpunimi yt

[Estella]

e kisha idene gjithnji se ishte nje poezi sepse kishte edhe pak rime ne fund.
E kam me te lehte te korigjoj ne krijimet ne anglisht, e ndjej me shume poezine ne anglisht.

[Albioni]

I've heard the people laugh away
to the sounds of children playing
I've seen the people cry aloud
as they see their loved ones crying
I've seen the faces of puckered lips
as they taste the bitter fruit
I've smelt the scents that waft by
of the keropok stand that sits and waits by the beach
I've felt the touch of paradise
as the raindrops landed on my brow

Of all these senses I won't miss as much
from the playing children to the swaying touch
But how I would miss
the sound of my voice to soothe myself when I'm down to sing the melodies of my favourite sounds
the sight of my smile to make me smile even more to joy to
sorrow through dark and bright
the taste of my skin to just know I'm alive that everything is
still salty, and not just plain sight
the feel of my skin as it smoothens below my palm to make me
feel soothe when I can't feel 'calmth'

Life is too short,
I will miss who I am
Better yet I lay dead
Than sit on my ass
Who knows what will happen if I haven't read my first book
Said my first word
Or taken my first look at the the world
What's there is material,
Will it be there when I'm gone?
Maybe it's like tv, it's there but it's not
It sits before you like an inanimate block
It keeps you busy while you stroll about
But will you see all of it
Before the power goes out?

[Albioni]

To conserve the greatest for our children,
To pass along that for which men have died,
To protect the treasures set down in pen,
Where dreams nobler than Nature have been tried.
To respect the earth, leave it a better place,
Silently salute the the roadside flower,
To tread lightly and leave without a trace,
Where the human touch could only sour.
O beauty of man, beauty of nature,
Both have a face; only one has a soul,
one's forever fated to write literature,
while the other plays the indifferent role.
The one that can conserve, conserve they must,
Though seasons change, pious souls shall not rust.

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O beauty of man, beauty of nature,
Both have a face; only one has a soul,
one's forever fated to write literature,
while the other plays the indifferent role.

Nga te gjitha keto vargje me pelqyen me teper.