UNBELIEVABLE

I see something coming from nowhere
Tapping on me for luck
And giving me hope
I see something going from me to nowhere
Drumming to the universe and telling who I am
I can see my shadow going everywhere
Spreading goodness to all that exists...
I really can perceive through and through.
RUSTLE

The tear came to my eye
I preserved it on the edge of the world
I froze it in the crystal of the time

I dried it in the sound of the word
I embraced it in the lips of the girl
I planted it in the furrow of the earth
I wiped it with my mother’s sufferings
I sprinkled it with the wind of hurricane

The echo shall no more be repeated

THE LIVE PERSON WALKS WITH THE DEAD ONE

You shall find me neither in the paradise nor in the hell
I have eaten the warm bread
I have drunk the crystal water
I have thought that I know to read in the book
that describes in the turned yellow pages
the humiliation of the tired dead

You shall not find me neither in the earth nor in the sky
I have wiped the death from the dictionary of life
Zigzags of the lightning that I have thrown
To the agitated sea
Are gossiped in the mind of angels
I have boasted that I know to understand exasperation
That wraps the myth of governing
The most flattered fruit of the earth’s hell

The sixty two years of wandering
Through the evaporation
Have begun to take the shape of recurrence.

THE SPLENDOR OF LIFE

Lay me into a coffin made of annoyance
Put a wreath of despair
Be sure that you shall forward me to paradise

Clothe me with celebrity of desires
Cover me with the glory of praises
Be sure that I will descend to hell

But when you come
Again you would find me nowhere.

THE HIND AND THE SEA

She frisks sheds tears flirts with
Drops drips sprinkles waves
The hind the doe the gold-horned

The sea enrage discharges hastens confesses
Very old too endurable enormously emotional

The flower petals wrap her wholly
Trickle flake breeze bud
Flares flies wings whiffs

The sea shrinks kneeling sinful
Sound-full colored soft face-full…

I am playing on the sand playing for fun!

THE BOTTOM – THE HEAD

I the poet of the end of the globe
Started to go to head of this world
To se myself in the mirror of mankind

Why the poet of the end of the globe
The devil asked

They say that I am e disturber
They say that my speech is without boundaries
They say that I don’t has money
They say. . and what they say not…

Why the poet of the end of the globe
Asked the angel

Because my love is to all
My dignity is uncompromised
My sufferings are endless
I am a man

I have forgotten that the globe can be turned
So with a little push I saw myself at the head.

BIOGRAPHY OF AGIM GJAKOVA

Native from Gjakova [Kosovo] he was born in 1935. His parents were teachers. His father died in 1943 when he was eight years old.
He finished the middle school in Gjakova and went to Belgrade to study world literature and French language. There his friends and he were engaged in the struggle against discrimination of Albanian people under Serbian yoke. As the result he was imprisoned two times and the third one he was expelled from Yugoslavia to Albania in 1960 without the possibility left to finish his studies.
He managed to finish his studies for English language at the University of Tirana in 1966. He worked as a translator in the Albanian Telegraph Agency, as the teacher in a school in Tirana and as screen player at the film studio “New Albania”.
He is married and has two children.
He is a writer. He has written and published about 20 works in poetry, prose such as novels and stories, dramas etc. Also he used to write for newspapers, especially after the defeat of communist regime of Enver Hoxha. As he could not agree with the dictatorship regime and his works in general were not written to the appetite of this regime, he could not publish all his works. So he dispose with 6 handwritings.
In 1999 after liberation of Kosova, he returned to Kosovo and was settled in Prishtina, capital of Kosovo. He worked as editor of culture in a newspaper in Prishtina till 2006.
He has initiated and formed Kosovo PEN Center and is the secretary of it.


AGIM GJAKOVA

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