I do not know how long I waited for you, but you came fast,
And did well because my chest hurts.
What I have seen and suffered, you cannot believe.
I have been beaten by the rain, which abused me
And told me that spite gave me birth.
What I have seen and suffered! I have written it all here.

How well you did to come! You do not smoke.
I have often said: “Who Shall I have a smoke with?”
Never mind, we can talk together about Mozart.
What I have seen and suffered! I have written it all here.

You will never believe how often I have lain awake,
Dreaming of FREEDOM with open eyes!
I have written chronicles, they are all here.
What did you say? How long will we live and need each other?
I do not know, but we are solid and can go up in flames,
What do you think? Should we write chronicles?…..
Should we write CHRONICLES,
CHRONICLES,
CHRONICLES,

Vlora, 1984

Translated: John Hodgson