The café, where cultural expressions thrive, stands in stark contrast to the digital realm we typically immerse ourselves in. Within the realm of stories accompanied by music and poetry, we find ourselves engrossed in a spectrum that spans from the abstract to the familiar aspects of our shared narratives. It’s a realm rich in diversity, serving as a conduit for culture from one person to another, welcoming people of all ages, both amateurs and accomplished artists, from various cultural and ethnic backgrounds.
I’m thrilled that someone has founded a community like Trondheim Poetry Café, characterized by its creativity and tight-knit nature, devoid of rigid formalities. Safely led by Rais Neza Boneza, who guides us through the evening with his own poetry and song.
We joined this literary evening where stories, poetry, music, and solidarity intertwine. A space that becomes a poetic bubble where everyone is welcome to be inspired by the power of literature and art.
The microphone is open, and we recommend everyone who wants to attend the next event.
We present one of the poems written by Rais Neza Boneza
Give me Breathing Space
Give me breath
A dust of time
Without storm, without soft wind
In a sublime rest
Without life, without death
Give me breathing space
A moment of quietness
Without world, without heaven
Pausing in an abyss of emptiness
Without hatred, without love.
Give me breath
To sit alone
To swim in the nothingness of oblivion
Without delay, without night
Without heat, without cold.
Abandon me, drop me.
Distant of pity, distant of anger
Without paradise, without hell
Divorced of war, divorced of peace,
Without satisfaction, without starvation.
Give me breath
Without you, without myself
In a muck of ashes
Vision plunged in the blueness of sky
Vague image of hopelessness in a bottomless cavern
In the shadow of grace
Give me breathing space
—
La meg puste fritt
La meg puste fritt
et støvkorns tid
ingen storm, ingen svale vinder
ikke liv, ikke død
La meg puste fritt
i et øyeblikks ro
borte fra verden og himmel
hvilende i en avgrunn av tomhet
uten hat, uten kjærlighet
La meg puste fritt,
tåle å sitte alene
svømme i glemselens ingenting
uten motstand, uten mørke...
Fornekt meg, bli kvitt meg
ingen medfølelse, ikke sinne
ikke helvete, ikke paradis
skilt fra håp, skilt fra fred
utilfreds mett
Gi meg pusterom
uten deg, uten meg
kle meg i sekk og aske
la drømmene synke i himmelens blå
i skyggen av nåde
Gi meg pusterom!
Denne artikkelen ble først publisert den 22. september 2023 på www.tronderrød.no.
Fremhevet foto fra kvelden EW
