FLASH
Shkruar nga Ilir Çumani
They never know how to live for themselves, because they live only for others, for LIFE, for PEOPLE, they live for the past, for the present and for the future....
They say that Jorgo Papingji breathed his last and left his body to the ground.
But, believe me Friends, the Poet is not dead! He doesn't die, because poets like Him never know how to die... Or rather, let's say they don't have time to die...
Because true poets like Papingji come to this life as ministers and missionaries of goodness and beauty...
They are the disciples of great hopes and loves, but they are also the stoic and existential bearers of great human concerns and pains.
They never know how to live for themselves, because they live only for others, for LIFE, for PEOPLE, they live for the past, for the present and for the future....
Didn't this happen to the Master of the Singing Word Jorgo Papingji...!?
There are no children and adults, women and men, white-haired grandmothers and grandfathers who do not know the poet of the Word of Song.
He naturally entered the hearts of all Albanians without knocking and without noise, taking a place in every family table.
How beautifully you lived your LIFE Poet!
In your Verses there was only hope, light and LIFE…!
That's why you're not dead either, because you never knew how to die...!
You traveled endlessly throughout the universe of this world that surrounded you, all cheerful, so go on and live my Poet Friend, as only You know how to Live!
Forgive me, Poet, but my heart does not obey me to take the word out of your mouth: GOODBYE!
Lini një Përgjigje