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“Largohu sysh, të bindem menjëherë
Largohu zemre, e zemra të bindet
Largohu kujtimit, ah jo këtë herë
Kujtimi im e yti nuk na binden
E ditën qoftë a natën në ç'do vend
Kudo ku kemi qarë a kemi pasë gëzime
Me ty do të jem unë ne ç'do kënd
Kudo ku shpirti im ka lënë thërrime”
―
Largohu zemre, e zemra të bindet
Largohu kujtimit, ah jo këtë herë
Kujtimi im e yti nuk na binden
E ditën qoftë a natën në ç'do vend
Kudo ku kemi qarë a kemi pasë gëzime
Me ty do të jem unë ne ç'do kënd
Kudo ku shpirti im ka lënë thërrime”
―
“True teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross; then, having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create their
own.”
―
own.”
―
“Today only the person who no longer believes in a happy ending, only he who has consciously renounced it, is able to live. A happy century does not exist; but there are moments of happiness, and there is freedom in the moment.”
― The Glass Bees
― The Glass Bees
“Speak you too,
speak as the last,
say out your say.
Speak-
But don’t split off No from Yes.
Give your say this meaning too:
Give it the shadow.
Give it shadow enough,
Give it as much
As you know is spread round you from
Midnight to midday and midnight.
Look around:
See how things all come alive-
By death! Alive!
Speaks true who speaks shadow.
But now the place shrinks, where you stand:
Where now, shadow-stripped, where?
Climb. Grope upwards.
Thinner you grow, less knowable, finer!
Finer: a thread
The star wants to descend on:
So as to swim down beliow, down here
Where it sees itself shimmer:in the swell
Of wandering words.”
―
speak as the last,
say out your say.
Speak-
But don’t split off No from Yes.
Give your say this meaning too:
Give it the shadow.
Give it shadow enough,
Give it as much
As you know is spread round you from
Midnight to midday and midnight.
Look around:
See how things all come alive-
By death! Alive!
Speaks true who speaks shadow.
But now the place shrinks, where you stand:
Where now, shadow-stripped, where?
Climb. Grope upwards.
Thinner you grow, less knowable, finer!
Finer: a thread
The star wants to descend on:
So as to swim down beliow, down here
Where it sees itself shimmer:in the swell
Of wandering words.”
―
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