by Irma Kurti
The spectacle is over tonight.
The curtain has been lowered,
the actors—friends, girlfriends—
are finally back home.
All the spectators have left.
The hall is clothed with darkness.
This long theatre of hypocrisy
keeps repeating from the past.
It’s late and I’ve to flee now
to my silent and quiet refuge.
Near the sofa, they’re waiting for
me, my slippers of solitude.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Irma Kurti is an Albanian poetess, writer, lyricist, journalist, and translator. She is a naturalized Italian. She has been writing since she was a child., All her books are dedicated to the memory of her beloved parents Hasan Kurti and Sherife Mezini, who supported and encouraged every step of her literary path., Kurti has won numerous literary prizes and awards in Italy and Italian Switzerland. She was awarded the “Universum Donna” International Prize IX Edition 2013 for Literature and the lifetime nomination of “Ambassador of Peace” by the University of Peace of Italian Switzerland. In 2020, she received the title of Honorary President of WikiPoesia, the Encyclopedia of Poetry. In 2021, she was awarded the title “Liria” (Freedom) by the Arbëreshë Community in Italy., Irma Kurti has published 26 books in Albanian, 18 in Italian, 9 in English and two in French. She has written about 150 lyrics for adults and children. She is also the translator of 11 books of different authors and of all her books in Italian and English.
Last updated September 30, 2022