In childhood

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Poems by Dritero Agolli
In childhood
Small, lying in bed, sick
I burn from almonds in flames
And I cry with curke tears,
Grandpa prays: "eat dinner"!
From there, from the cot, the grandmother knocks with the clogs,
Ne crib pellet laramania lope…
"Are cows eating almonds?"
Pyes une budallai i vogel.
And the cow's throat with

appears in sleep

Like red oven with almonds like goose eggs.
Frogs sing like waterfowl in the river,
Even those with almonds…
Cudi! How poetry grew on me!…
I was so stupid, from shirt to gun!