Marjola Dashi- Jaupi was born in Fier, Albania (1980). She finished her Higher Education in Tirana, majoring in Linguistics /World Literature (1998-2002). She worked in the Public Library of Fier and specialised in the major of Librarianship. She was appointed as the Director of the Library in 2006 until September 2007. After that she started working at the Library of University of New York, Tirana as a librarian and Head of the Library. Marjola has also worked as Coordinator for Albania for the Electronic Information for Libraries. ( EIFL. Net ) since 2008. In the time period of 2013-2015, she has also worked as a Coordinator of UNESCO in the field of libraries. She has participated in poetic festivals in Albania, Kosovo and Macedonia; It is also included in the anthology’’Spirit of Nature, 2019”, India and has published in Cultural Magazine’’Universulculturii’’, Romania. In 2015 she published her first book under the title: Kronika e ngjyrëssëHirtë“ = A Chronicle of the colour Grey”. The book was praized from reviewers, analysts and readers.
HIJA IME
Ti je hijaime,
Keformën e trupittim,
Pasipërbrenda e kegëlltitur
Epshharbuarfizikun
Netëvetëlagështa,
Kurvijengarrugëtimet
Përtëmëmarrnëkrahë,
Përtëmëndjerëaromën,
Përtëmëdashuruar.
Ti je hijaime,
Kengjyrën e syvetë mi,
Pigmentin e Qiellit,
Konceptine fluturimit
Tëdysëbashkumbi re,
Dytrupatëngjitur, ku era e mëkatit
Harbueshëmivërvitskajevetë
Errëtatëferrit.
Ti je hijaime,
Subjektiqënies time.
Asnjëobjekttjetër
S’kashkëlqimintënd,
Ndjesinëperceptuale
Qëmëfalveç ti...
Saherëbëjdashuri me ty,
Gjithmonëmëduket,
Se ështëhera e parë...
MY SHADOW
You are my shadow,
You have the shape of my body,
After having gobbled down my physique
In frantic lust
On the wet nights,
Returning from your wanderings,
To wrap me in your arms,
To feel my scent,
To love me.
You are my shadow.
You have my eye color,
The pigment of the Sky,
The concept of flight.
The two of us above clouds,
Two bodies glued together, where the wind of sin
Hurls us against the dark
Corners of hell.
You are my shadow,
The subject of my being.
There’s no other object
With your same glow,
The perceptual sensations
That only you give me…
Every time I make love to you,
It always feels
Like the first time…
MODEL IDILIK
Tëfshehurnëvarg,
Stilojmëndjenja.
Modelimëderdhetnëçdofijepëlhuretëbardhë,
Si dikurfëmijë,
Mbështjellëndrrënvashërorenëkështjella
Ndërtuarbuzëdetit.
Varkambivalëpërkundemocionetëpërgjumura
Nganata e gjatë, teksaruajgjumintëndpërrallortë
Mostrembetngaerrësira, gjersaagimitëzbardhë
I qelqtënëkraharor,
Dhetëmëngrohë me puthjetë
Afshtangakutia e zemrëstënde.
IDYLLIC PATTERN
Hiding inside verse,
We design feelings.
The pattern is printed on every white thread.
As the child from long ago
I wrap my maiden dream around castles
Built by the sea.
The boat on the waves rocks emotions, sleepy
With the long night, as I guard your fairy tale sleep
So that darkness won’t disturb it, till the dawn
breaks
As glass on your chest,
And warms me up
With feverish kisses from the box of your heart.
EMBRIONALE
Dora përkëdhelfetusin, mbështjellënënbatanijen e
ngrohtëtëplacentës.
Ajomëpërcjellenergji, edheunënistëlëviz, të
rrotullohemngadalë, e rrezja e kësajdrite,
mëbienëfytyrë.
“Dielliquajnëkëtoputhje?Muamëduketsidiell.”
Molekulat e ujitzbresinngadalë, këtunështëpizën time.
Aromë e bukëssëpjekurmëushqenneuronetedhe....
Unë, fetusitrazovaçnistëtëshkelmoj me sakamfuqi....
Ti, përpëliteshmesdhimbjesh e dorënvendospërsëri,
E fuqia e kësajdore, mëqetësonsërisht.
E ndjejmagjinë e sajhyjnore, tekzbretqiellittëzemrës
Si fashëe flujtë me krahëëngjëlli,
E ndjejedhebuzëqeshjentënde, kurunëmarrfrymë.
Sytë e tuprejajri, mëlëkundinlehtasnëQytetin e Diellit,
Si nëdjepin e Apollonit.
EMBRYONIC
The hand caresses the fetus, wrapped in the warm
Placental blanket.
She sends me energy, so I start moving, somersaulting
Slowly; A ray of this light falls on my face.
“Do we call these kisses a Sun? It feels like a sun to me.”
Water molecules descend slowly, here in my tiny home.
My neurons are fed on the smell of baked bread and…
I, the playful fetus, start kicking you as hard as I can…
Writhing in pain, you place your hand once more,
The power of this hand soothes me over.
I feel its heavenly magic reaching down through the sky
of the heart,
Like a glowing beam with angels’ wings,
I also feel your smile, when I breathe.
Your airy eyes rocking me softly in the Sun City
As in Apollo’s cradle.
Copyright@MarjolaDashi – Jaupi, Tirane, Albania
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