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It’s raining, it’s cold out there... and it’s night.
My window is opened to the night,… the curtains are dancing the wind’s music… it’s cold but I feel the freedom of the night, the immensity of the night… I feel so small , so full and empty… the mount perfumes my soul with the aroma of the pines… and I feel free, because it’s night… because that darkness, because the night contains my dreams… because my mind flies on the wind’s back… alone and silent, looking out through my bedroom’s window, I look out every night… just looking out… trying to figure out the stars’ language in their twinkling messages… they always told me about adventures and dreams… about travellings and hiding treasures… today they tell me about farness, about somebody who waits in his window like me… again the aroma of the pines in my lungs and the night in my soul…

It’s raining… it’s cold out there… it’s night.

po bie shi, eshte ftohte jashte... dhe eshte nate.
Dritarja ime qendron e hapur ndaj nates.... perdet vallezojne me muziken e eres..... eshte ftohte por ndiej lirine e mbremjes.... pafundesine e mbromjes.... ndihem kaq e vogel, kaq plot dhe kaq bosh........ mali mbush shpirtin tim me aromen e pishave.... dhe une ndihem e lire, sepse eshte nate.... sepse mendja ime fluturon ne kurrizin e eres, vetem dhe ne heshtje duke veshtruar jashte permes dritares se dhomes sime, veshtroj jashte cdo nate....... thjesht veshtroj jashte dhe perpiqem te zbuloj gjuhen e yjeve dhe mesazhet e tyre vezulluese.... ato gjithmone me kane treguar per aventura dhe endrra... per udhetime dhe thesare te fshehura..... sot me tregojne per largesine.... per dike qe pret ne dritaren e tij si une......... dhe serisht aroma e pishave ne mushkerite e mia dhe nata ne shpirtin tim......

Ditari i Darkes