Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsTo the little guy I wish from the bottom of my heart hisbirthday. Celebrate it as if nothing has happened, to rememberit well in the future. In every step let he see therock climber that puts some holding nails into the rock verycarefully. Time after time he would like even the books ofthe old and blind poet of antiquity where are described thedifficulties of the heroes of that time. He will be remindedabout the pain of past too.You looked like a bouquet of violets in the picture, like adrizzle of the morning that doesn’t leave the plant to shrivel.Night and day I keep you on my chest, I want you to stay ina warm place.It’s not possible that for all our future to be covered byclouds. There will some blue in our skies. Even the child willbe again like fresh lilies and not shriveled roses. The happinessis never absolute, and with all its beauty it breaks throughsome times. And in the clear sky there are sometimes blackclouds. But there are also some open paths through the fog.Some important people say:Where there is pain, joy can still exist. Let’s hope so…Qafë-Bar, March 1985* At the time this letter was written, the mother of Vasil Kati was nolonger alive. She had died in internment in Ndërnenas of Fier, justsome time earner in July 1977.64