Recreation of Perfection
When you talk to the stars, the night holds its breath
When you hush, it’s life which chants for you
When you sleep, this earth stops going around
Because in dream’s eternity you lay, hidden…
When you contemplate, the sky is ceasing the rain
When you smile, the air turns into a metaphor
Your sight makes even snow melt
While sun forgets that has to set
When you breathe, roses blossom in every season
When years pass by, time halts its clock
Yours eyes challenge the nature
In an instant this icy world turns into blazing fire
Tears are blended in the mornings’ dew
Not compassionate to flood towns or cities
I have just one question to break the silence
O who made that smile for you…?
© Irsa Ruçi (Translated by Silva Daci)
