Bilall Maliqi, an Albanian writer and poet from Serbia, shares his poetry
Bilall Maliqi is a writer, poet and publicist, born on 08.04.1969 in a village Elez BAli, municipality of Presheva. He writes poetry and prose for children and adults, and deals also with literature critics. He is the author of 44 works: poetry for children and adults, prose for children and adults, journalism and literary critics. Maliqi is a founder and editor in chief of the magazine “Qendresa” which is published in Presheva Valley. He is honorary president of Association of Presheva writers; a member of League of Writers of Kosova; Member of the board “Atunis”, President of “Atunis Lugina” in Presheva.
MEMORY IS WET
MEMORY IS WETBorn from the water
In the expansive face of land
Paraguay
Where memory is wetted with tears
With sweet water
Between water drops
With rare beauty
Paraguay
Ties friendship as a spiral hair
With our faith
From south to the north
And from North to the south
This map
In the face of earth
You foster the wishes
To expand
In the center of Orient
Those infinite desires
Are never faded
But at the front of fate
Immediately rising at the apex.
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THE FLOWER OF HAPPINESS
You came so abruptly
From my view with thirst
I called upon you
The view were closed into darkness
Just as the sky without its blue
You came abruptly
Just as the dream of waking up
And begins to fade the memory
I am waiting for return
In the path of patience
To flourish again
The flower of happiness
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FOR THE TOMB OF MEMORIES
If you return from birth
And to rise up
Through the Tomb of memories
Will follow you a longing
Just like an invisible shadow
But is felt all over the skin
Away from that tomb
A soft wind ruins your hair
And you exhilarate happiness
In the other page
The sprinkles of grass
Grapple among themselves
As a defending fence
From the destroyers of hope
If you arrive in the field
In that point
Is born a desire
Just as is born a first delight
With the infinite smile
Stay there buddy
Just as a statue of love.
(Translated from Albanian to English by Peter Tase)
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Read: This Night – Poetry from Serbia
