A Poem by Blerina Pëllumbi, an Albanian poetess based in Paris

Angels embrace silently, smiling,

In a mad world that gives wings to noise,

Where life’s truths are born and lost,

Where they start to sing – and start to weep…

Blerina Pëllumbi, born in the beautiful city of Korçë, Albania, is one of the promising young voices in Albanian literature. She graduated from “Fan Stilian Noli” University, and after her studies, worked for about 10 years as a teacher in her hometown. Currently, Blerina lives and works in France, where she continues to pursue her passion for literature. The first publication by the author was a book titled “The Tears of a Woman,” a novel based on the true story of an Albanian woman. This work found a wide audience and has been translated into French and English, entering the competition of global literature. Following this, Blerina published five more books that showcase a variety of genres and themes. With “The Tears of a Woman,” translated into English, French, and Albanian, she is the winner of the ‘Author of the Year 2025’ in Hollywood prize that is given by International Impakt Book Awards with president Nim Stant.

Blerina Pëllumbi’s creativity is distinguished by her sensitivity and ability to deeply touch the hearts of readers. She writes in a distinct and clear style, bringing real-life stories that resonate with the experiences of many people. 

As an emerging writer, Blerina is an inspirational example, having managed to build a successful international career while keeping the spirit and culture of Albania alive in her works. With her dedication and talent, Blerina continues to contribute to the enrichment of Albanian literature and strives to make a distinct name for herself on the literary scene.

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When Angels Embrace Silently

(France, October 10, 2025)

When angels embrace silently,

Beneath a sun heavy with rain,

Even wounds fade, turning into rainbows

That lights up a world of lies, painted in gray.

Chasms of loneliness tear like lace,

Pain shatters after winter, in the creak of dawns,

Life itself becomes an invisible mirage –

An exile who silently forgives all wounds.

Embracing fire, angels steal from the stars,

Weaving word-magic in a sky of glass.

There they bind sorrow, all that is cruel,

There, with siren songs, they awaken sweet hope.

Angels embrace silently, smiling,

In a mad world that gives wings to noise,

Where life’s truths are born and lost,

Where they start to sing – and start to weep…