ISLAND. WAITING. ESCAPE.
Surrounded by abstractionist reproductions,
I await gloomy visitors
Sufficient to dispel my yearning for people,
Sufficient to corrode the essence of this fulcrum.
Why not sketch, casually, some spots of escape?
Yet who will await me in this heartless expulsion?
Scribbling on the walls for the 3652nd time
s = v • t,
Listening to the footsteps within my cell,
Advancing and retreating,
I anticipate the daily appearance of the cruel guard
In her customary flickering uniform.
I await her unveiling the bars of the iron window,
And my escape (long awaited!),
Astonishingly consumed
By her fiery eyes.
- English translation by Ukë ZENEL Buçpapaj
