A wanderer born and raised in Albania, studying in Italy. I sometimes jot down my thoughts, whenever I’m able to find proper words. Here are some of my musings.
Leaving is never an easy job. True, some people are ‘born’ to be travellers and wanderers always ready to embark on new…
La porta scura
è qui davanti a me,
ma io non posso entrare.
Appoggiandomi e chiudendo i miei occhi,
non riesco a capire come le cose siano cambiate così,
I was lost in your eyes today. Those pristine, ocean eyes with a tint of smokey blue. I promised I would be different.
I promised I would not be swayed away by a pair of blue eyes,