PEOPLE WITHOUT ROOTS
More and more people, with no roots,
who have no longer
a home of their own,
are renting things โฆ even their dreams,
off books of psychology, to uproot whatโs sown.
Rootless, they resemble like uprooted trees,
to their parents’ graves more rarely they go,
they’ve thrown coffeepots of their late mother
they drink coffee on streets
like horses in row.
They host no friends, they take them to inns
they lay bread and wine with formalities,
they rent or credit,
almost everything
even second names anโ nationalities.
And their dead father direct from hospital
to the rental “Funeral”
to sleep his last night,
his daughters are wearing flashy dark glasses
so tears wonโt ruin their eyelash makeupโฆ
Today they rent faces, another and another
they change skins like snakes
with expensive remedies,
from novels they borrow their missing childhood
their silver longings and golden memories.
They buy motherhood, with money from banks
conceiving a baby,
no father no elderly,
more and more I meet people with no roots,
(oh, this โDifferentโ world’s so hurtful to me.)
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
