Poem by Mirela Leka Xhava
(In french)

L’AUTOMNE

Je fais un pas, deux, trois, pour entrer dans une autre saison.
Dehors, là dehors, la pluie du premier jour d’automne a commencé
et bien sûr de fin d’été.
Les parapluies de tournesol somnolents s’ouvrent
pour entendre à nouveau la symphonie de la pluie.

Par-ci par-là, avec le vent, les premières feuilles volent vers le ciel
et d’autres tombent
se transforment en messagers de rêves
pour ceux qui se taisent derrière les fenêtres.

Le premier jour de l’automne porte le parfum de la terre
et la terre porte aussi le parfum de la vie.
Des gazouillements d’oiseaux sous l’abri humide
et des pas qui vers des couleurs jaunâtres se précipitent.

JESEN

Napravim korak, dva, tri, da uđem u novo godišnje doba.
Napolju, ovdje vani, počela je kiša prvog dana jeseni
i kasnog ljeta.
Pospani suncokreti su se otvorili
da se još jednom čuje simfonija kiše.

Pljuskaj – prskaj, palo lišće na vjetru leti u nebo
dok ostalo pada
pretvarajući se u glasnike snova
za sve one koji šute iza prozora.

Prvi dan jeseni nosi miris zemlje
a i zemlja nosi miris života.
Ptice cvrkuću pod mokrom strehom
i koracima hrle u žućkaste boje.

Translated to Bosnian by Nermin Delić

Autumn

I take a step, two, three, to enter a new season.
Outside, out here, the rain of the first day of autumn began
and of late summer.
Sleepy sunflower umbrellas opened
to hear the symphony of rain once more.

Splish-splash, with the wind, the first leaves fly to the sky
and others fall
turning into messengers of dreams
for those who remain silent behind windows.

The first day of autumn carries the scent of the earth
and the earth also bears the fragrance of life.
Birds chirping under the wet shelter
and steps that rush to yellowish colors.

Translated to english by Alba Xhava

I am at the end of my new book which I hope will be published in France. My hobby is listening to classical music especially, flowers and paintings. I like traveling where I get experiences and inspiration. As I said I am of Franco-Albanian origin and in my country I graduated as a language-literature teacher and worked as a University Librarian. Here I work in a bookstore.

I see a paradox. Today, in general, poetry books are not bought. Young people listen to a lot of songs and like the text, that is, poetry.
Poetry in itself is peace. Without poetry, without art, life is unbearable. Let’s inject poetry and the name peace and not hate into the little child at the beginning of school. More art.

1. I don’t want winter in my eyes (1999)
2. Flowers of Montesquieu street (2022)
3.at the end.

YES