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					<description><![CDATA[<p>LEAVE THIS SUNSET TO MELeave this sunset to me, the clouds redas if they feel guilty; I am sure, the mosttalented painter would not succeed inimmortalizing on his canvas such beauty.This time I won’t compare the sun to abig ball of fire but to a shining eye inlove, which is trying to enter so gentlyinside [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9e8df2a38b64fa15e2c6b4265e25f1ef"><strong>LEAVE THIS SUNSET TO ME</strong><br><br>Leave this sunset to me, the clouds red<br>as if they feel guilty; I am sure, the most<br>talented painter would not succeed in<br>immortalizing on his canvas such beauty.<br><br>This time I won’t compare the sun to a<br>big ball of fire but to a shining eye in<br>love, which is trying to enter so gently<br>inside its lowered eyelids.<br><br>I will stay true to its charm, its mixed<br>colors of the rainbow, to the chills that<br>run through my body and soul, just like<br>fingers on the piano keyboard.<br><br>Leave this sunset to me.</pre>



<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-51e1855255e6a8a481076872be132f9e"><strong>MY PAIN</strong><br><br>I locked my pain inside the walls<br>of home and set out on a journey.<br><br>I crossed paths and borders with<br>an old suitcase in my hand. Then<br>I admired landscapes and green<br>parks, I cuddled flowers with my<br>gaze. I saw happy people, heard<br>children’s cries: cheerful, joyful,<br>hovering in the blue like flocks<br>of birds. One evening I returned<br>home, weary of joy and lights.<br><br>I tried to lower my eyelids and<br>sleep, but it was in vain. Tears<br>and suffering did not allow me.<br><br>The pain of your absence was<br>waiting in my house. In a few<br>instants, it entered my soul and<br>heart, finding its old space again.</pre>



<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-29d5ac56462cedf3bc58faddce4877c5"><strong>I THINK OF YOU</strong><br><br>I think of you, despite your frequent<br>absences in my days, the messages<br>that go astray, your deep silence;<br>that is where I often drown myself.<br><br>I think of you, even though there are<br>thousands of reasons not to love you,<br>to get you out of my life, transform<br>you into an unforgettable memory.<br><br>I’ll take you away with me into the<br>days of sun and rain; when I rejoice,<br>you will also rejoice; I’ll despair, and<br>you will shed tears, too; when I hurt<br>myself, we’ll both feel the same pain.<br><br>I shall shelter you in my body, because<br>in my soul you’ve found a place long ago.</pre>



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<p>IRMA KURTI is an Albanian poet, writer, lyricist, journalist, and translator and has been writing since she was a child. She is a naturalized Italian and lives in Bergamo, Italy. In 2020, she became the honorary president of WikiPoesia, the encyclopedia of poetry. In 2023, she was awarded a Career Award from the Universum Academy Switzerland. She also won the prestigious 2023 Naji Naaman&#8217;s Literary Prize for complete work. Irma Kurti has published 29 books in Albanian, 25 in Italian, 15 in English, and two in French. She has also translated 20 books by different authors. Her books have been translated and published in 16 countries.</p>



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