Where the feet tread,

Memories come down,

Cobblestone alleys.

Nurie Baduni, a poetess from Albania, a beautiful country known for high mountains, rivers and lakes, shares her poetry

Nurie Baduni, born in Saranda, Albania, graduated from the University of Gjirokastër, majoring in Education with a specialization in Teaching – a vocation she has dedicatedly pursued throughout her career. From a young age, she harbored a deep passion for the arts, a dream that grew with her but remained unfulfilled, as circumstances prevented her from following her heart. Over time, these aspirations evolved and found new outlets, continuously engaging her interest and creativity. In 2021, she released her inaugural collection of poetry titled “I will wear graces with light” and is currently on the cusp of simultaneously publishing her second and third volumes. She is an active member of the “Rikthim” (ENG for “Return”) Theatre Troupe, an ensemble renowned for its extensive experience and accomplishments in producing a series of successful plays featuring amateur actors. She has created several videos showcasing her talent in performing a variety of poems. She has engaged in literary criticism and journalism, with her works being featured in various newspapers. She has been awarded two first-place honors in various poetry events. Her contributions have been recognized in several anthologies across Albania, Kosovo, Sweden, and beyond. Her literary and artistic contributions have been disseminated through magazines and newspapers both domestically and internationally, in countries such as Albania, Kosovo, Italy, and Sweden. She is a member of the non-political organization, the Albanian National Assembly, which includes participants from Albania and the diaspora, where she contributes to a significant role.

THE STONE CITY

Where the feet tread,

Memories come down,

Cobblestone alleys.

They laugh loudly,

They are written there as silent images.

Language between colors whisper,

And I breathe inside them,

At a fast pace…

I’ve been coming here for a long time

In this flashback,

Although they are suffering, speechless,

Empty and endless dances.

Student images whisper,

The hair is blowing in the wind,

Seasons green.

I live amongst them,

With longing and dreams loaded,

For golden times without gold and shine,

With unwritten rules and laws.

***

THE WHEAT GRAIN

The shadow,

Stretched her body

She lowered the switch that marked life, light.

The eyes lost their luster,

Golden hair fell to the ground.

He did the deed under the sun,

Rays in guilt felt for innocence.

O God, O Christ, O sun that sinks the light,

The tragic moment.

Thoughtful or…

The grain of wheat rolled terribly…

It does not matter.

She’s gone…

Where, why, how?!

The question asks itself,

Tired, she turns towards the sun.

There remains no answer.

The hand did not rise,

But….

It’s not worth it for a man…

The woman who touches the finish line.

Who doesn’t deserve to be finished by a man,

For a man…

***

EARTH 

My land,

My membrane,

Clothing of my chaste soul.

The uprooting of the universe here and beyond,

Wind, blood, fire,

Linked tissue by tissue with your millimeters,

It keeps me stuck.

How can I untangle the threads that hold us?

The metastases of honeyed affection?

I left the moans to the ground and took the leaves in my hands.

Their loaded weight rolled and lost the grooves.

The echoes of the calls made new invisible grooves.

Soul and earth melted into oblivion.

Mother’s words are light, sound without weight,

But it plastifies my heart, it wears me…

And I smile at the light.

Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"