Si nën qiell / Ca sub cer / Like under the Sky – fragment

Rrëfilm nga A.-Ch. Kyçyku

În rolul Martorului (VO): Ligoraq Riza

[RO]

Poemele sunau cam în felul următor:

O ţigară fără filtru / o cafea cu zahăr / un ceeeai /

Un măr / două curmale / o pagină de matematică /

Zece leka vechi / cinci leka noi / un doolaar /

Trei cărţi subţiri / două cărţi groase / nu contează autoru' acu' /

O peniţă / o călimară / un stilou / o bomboană /

O insignă / douăzeci bucăţi timbre / câinele bălan / canarul portocaliu /

Binoclul c-un ochi, monoclul cu două lentile, pana albastră, o plimbare cu barca /

Două vârfuri de peniţă / tricoul verde / o pensulă / un caiet de desen

Inelul de argint / două lănţișoare / trei perechi de cercei / cravata cu steluţe /

Patru inele de aur / două ghiuluri cu pietre scumpe / unul cu cap de vultur /

Unul cu cap de șarpe / un sandviș / sandviș / două măsline / o cană / opt farfurii /

Like under the sky

 

In the game / in life:

the Witness - the pseudonym of a boy

from the age of 13 until shortly after death

 

Their voices were heard as if they were underwater. We imagined them locked up in bubbles made somehow out of soap, or like those that represent dreams in drawings, and I smiled.

Our smiles disappeared just like bubbles as well, but they were hard to be noticed by someone. For years, not one of them had the curiosity, nor did they try or struggle to translate our smiles. They believed them to be as last bubbles, from the category of those who leave the dying before they even gave up the ghost, or with the exit of their souls, as if the soul was just air enclosed in bubbles and couldn’t mix with water.

When the twilight melted into the night, and by courtesy of the deep blue just like stings, the stars gathered above us, we had the impression that all the bubbles of the day had been just some kind of translucent eggs. They rose to the thin layer where the waters met with the skies, with the closeness of the stars to the waters, and burst gently, as if in a deafness. The stars were turning into snowflakes or crystal flowers.

Everything resembled somehow the fertilization, but not so much that of the flowers, but more of the fish that danced around us.