Dje kuptova
Te jetosh
Jo nuk duhet te kerkosh
Thjesht te dish te qendrosh
Ne qetesi
Ne shtepi
Nen qiellin 
Me erresire
E yje te shndritshme
Ne blune e paster
Prekur me re te bardha
E driten e henes
Nje dite dimri

​J.GJ.
​17 Nentor 2020

It's eight o'clock
Birds at work
On the covered ground
Through the fallen leaves
Beaks take peeks
Robin beaks
Bluejay fluff
Squirrel tails up high
Red woodpecker heads
To naked tree bodies fly
Birds at work 
It's food o'clock
Breakfast time

​J.GJ.
November 17, 2020

Ndoshta jane pak 
Fjalet te dua
Je shpirti im
Jeta per mua
 
Ndoshta banale jane bere
Fjalet te dua
Je shpirti im 
Jeta qe dua
 
Ndoshta nuk mjaftojne
Fjalet e tua
Fjalet e mia
Pa ty e mua
 
Me ty e mua
Fjalet te dua
Je shpirti im
Mjaftojne
Nuk jane banale
Jane shume
Sa per ty e mua
 
Te dua
 
J.GJ.
2 Tetor 2013

Ndihem e zene ne nje kafaz
E zene nga dikush a dicka
Nga koha
Ate e urrej
Ate them per here te pare “e urrej”
Dhe perseri e kuptoj
Pse nuk mund te urrehet 
As te rrahet
As te hidhet tutje
E te zihet me shkelma
Nuk mundem jo
Nuk mundem te bej gje me iluzionet e botes
Iluzionet e mia gjithashtu
Jane kaq te vogla
Duken te vogla
Po aq te medha sa iluzionet e botes
E te luftoj duhet me to 
Te dyja aleate
E une
Si top drite qe mundohet te caje deren
E vetme hedh shikimin tutje larg
Nga e plasaritura e imet
E portes se huaj…

J.GJ.
2012

Hajde flasim heshtje
Hajde luajme 
E lodhur je dhe ti
Si mua kete mbremje
Notat e muzikes 
Plaget ti qetesojne
Harro
Hajde
Hajde qajme bashke
Pa ze pa zhurme pa fryme
Hajde edhe nje here
Harro
Mbylli syte 
Mes endrrash
Vallezo
Shpejto
Kendo
Nxito
Pa me marre gjumi
Pa filluar ti
Me Qetesi
 
J.GJ.
6 Gusht 2013

​It is snowing here,
And I feel alone,
Among stupid things I have to do,
What do you want me to show you.
What
I want to know
Maybe what has no answer
An illusion of mind
Fear and external values
That have cloated my blood vessels
Those that bring air to the brain
And I just cry
The crazy inside wants to crack open
Leave out fear
Throw out fear
Get in fresh air
Breathe with confidence
In the common end
Love and death…
What is the point in doing this
If pleasure is converted into pain
Maybe because it is worth having
Suffering justified
I do not want that
Stupid
The snow is falling 
Out of the window
Let your eyes wonder there 
And forget of your judgemental world
Illusions 
Reality is out there
In the snowflakes…

J.GJ.
January 2012

The crying and writing ritual
Why not
They go together
Tears untold Words 
When you don’t find them
You know you have them
When rolling slowly 
Down your humanity
Those tears of fear and truth
Fall
No words remain
Hanging on pages
Of emptiness and sadness
Of being told
Not being read
Being lost in whiteness
Down
With the unwritten ones
Those tears you enslave
In reason of ideals
In perfection lost
With tears disappears
You
Your world
Your words

J.GJ.
2012

Alone with my thoughts
I fear
I hear
Alone with no other life
I hear 
I fear
Crying cannot stop
Alone with no other breath
I cannot stop
I hear thoughts
I fear - fullstop
Alone
Emotions bounce against the wall
And back to me
They hit and go
I hear
I fear
Tears unleash hope
Drop after drop
Till thoughts drown
And I hear no more
Alone in my tears
Till I fear no more…
 
J.GJ.
2012

Have I lost my political?
Or have I hidden it so well
That now I cannot find it myself
Even when it speaks with my voice
Even when it acts with my body
And appears in passport pictures
And social media sites?
 
Is it dangerous
Am I dangerous
As the political hidden
In feelings of confusing plurality
In talk of diversity and difference
This politics of the nonpolitical
This caused the tragedies of our times
Am I the bomb
The next massacre
The next murderer
The next truth
Of this age
 
Why do I fear the political?
Who fears me?
And which political to be?
There are many.
I know it when I see it
Or I see it when I want to?
But I know somethings.
I defend some positions.
I do not impose.
Is morality impositions?
If so I am not there.
If so morality is dead with politics.
Some politics is dead.
Which one is alive?
Does it matter?
Dead is some.
Does it matter?
 
I wonder.
When will I find my political?
When will it give up its invisibility? 
To the world
To me…
 
J.GJ.
​2012

Is this all a lie?
Is this all a lie?
Why?
How can I make it truth?
How can I make it real?
How can I believe in it and keep believing?
How?
When will it end?
When will I know?
When will I be ok with lies and truths?
When?
What is all this about?
Nobody wants to hear about what you do not know
Everybody wants to hear about your truths
Even though they are like sugar melting in waters of doubt the point you throw them in and mix them up – a second, a minute, a day more than enough
For a new truth to emerge
For a new truth to vanish 
For an old truth to be revived

J.GJ.
​2013