Hotel Ferari

The door of Hotel Ferari closed the roads of Tirana moist two people are walking on the Don Bosko Street Albanian pavement they are weepy too one is craving for fish and wine the other for raki they both gazed at each other… longing for one another the soul of the other one was about to leave her body/she was so scared “Hold my tiny hands” said she The other one blew from his soul his breath to her breath embraced without separating the life from her body/both engraved yearning and perseverance into their hearts “I was only joking” said the lion with my crown the fish is bewildered tired, fainthearted her soul is like a sea/ with her seagull hopes like a warrior singing a song in hurricane one is gone/the other one lost her way on the moist pavement of Albania they were only one locked gaze…now. Gunsel Djemal 12-13/4/2010 Tirana-Albania