Once, I wrote about things I didn’t fully understand.
About physical phenomena,
but the matters of the soul strip you bare of all the lessons,
schools, doctrines, statistics, and mathematical equations.

Even today, I’m not sure I’ve understood many equations,
but I know that all the schools in the world
aren’t enough to explain the phenomenon of the soul.

Once, I carried dreams on my back and said:
the world is small, and my steps are large.

Now, I see the years around me,
and carry the vast world on my back,
measuring it with my small steps.

Today, the days are short and the nights long.
And I no longer wish to write about grand things,
like dreams of conquering galaxies.

I’ve told you: we never truly know what we lose or gain,
though each day we love to raise the banners of triumph.
It is said, the gods of loss know no defeat.

(Translated from the Albanian by Vlora Konushevci)