Tonight who made me light; This lonely verse evening, the moon came to you because you were her smile
Agim DESKU, a renowned poet from Republic of Kosovo, shares a bouquet of his poems
Agim DESKU, born on August 25, 1957 in Siqevë, Municipality of Klina in Kosovo, has published so far published eleven poetic volumes: Whisper of light (Poems for adults, 1995; Spring Song, 1996; In which verse do I remain (Poetry for adults) 2007; I want to drink wine … 2011, (which was promoted in Dajt, Tirana, Ministry of Culture, in Durrës, in the restaurant -Rain and tears – from Pegasi in Tirana, (promoted by the Congress of the Albanian Women’s Network on November 24, 2012 in Vlora) and in Peja, within the Peja culture; Verses on tears- (Dedicated to pain and wound divided in two homeland); Monograph for teacher Tahir Abazin Berisha, 2015; Illyrian Songs-2015; Confess the Sun, Athens 2015 (translated into Greek); Silence kills, 2016; Unspoken Anathema, 2017; Poetic Universe 2017; FISHTIANE 2018 Prishtina.
Literary awards:
2011 First prize in poetry, from the literary competition “Youth of Chameria”, Year 2012 first prize again in poetry by Youth of Chameria, POET HONOR, Year 2011 third prize January flame Gjilan; Year 2012 Personality of the year 2012 Vlora, from the Albanian Women’s Network Congress; Year 2014, first prize in poetry, Flame of January Gjilan; 2014 first prize in the literary competition, Poetry of people, Milan, Italy. Year 2016 POET HONOR, from the Poetic Alphabet, Sfilare, Skopje; Year 2017 first prize, Bardi I, Esat Mekuli. Year 2017 first prize in poetry from the Competition of the City Library in Ferizaj; Year 2017 first prize – Poetic table, Ymer Elshani Drenas. Year 2017 – Ambassador of poetry in the world-Dante Maffia; Year 2019-First Prize of the Poetry Museum Festival-Mat-2019; Year 2020 Price-STONE BRIDGE-Prizren 2020; Viti 2020 ÇMIMI SPECIAL i Festivalit të Poezisë ; Trokitje për çmimin “Gjekë Marinaj”.
TONIGHT YOU ARE MY POETRY MYSELF
Tonight who made me light
This lonely verse evening
The moon came to you because you were her smile
In my verse brought me a little freedom
My painting as a landscape hangs me.
Tonight the waking morning star catches me
With the roses of your garden
How beautifully they had blossomed red and black.
In your world they are different
Like the song of your love, where we sang together
When he takes my name for stone and wall
Of each word passing through the syvargu
e muros my fate.
Silence brings evening with the moon
And kindles the fire in me.
Tonight we prayed more than yesterday
I also talk to my song
Times we became crazy about each verse
That I write tonight with my friend
Under the moonlight with serenade sounds.
For a moment we became pink flowers
Which blooms many times in the spring
The scent of your embrace or the kiss of fire
Each brings the first spring, the first flowers
As landscapes to paint your painting
Where I hang on to the soul of my song
Waiting for the moon to come to my verse.
Tonight just rainy, eh everywhere it falls
In each eye more hangs me
I do not know if it stays better with me or you.
We ask the words that source the heart
I believe more in you
That dawn is every time here.
I do not know when it rains or when it does not
It is this river that passes closer
Takes me in his company too
Times it drowns me in the tsunami waves
And forgive me a little soul to see me my friend.
Tonight I am your written name
Through each verse like a mirror of dreams
When words are few I see from above the moon
That stays with you, ah, you string fled away
A different world far or near me.
If my name is tonight
Little fire I have to give
Even a little love I took from the moon
In the sunlight I slept, I awoke like your prince.
How close it stays to my soul
Where only deities enter
No one dies from love
Springs forgive only life-giving flowers
In you I found my verse
We both became painting
Hung on the wall of every soul.
How much I love the world now
You are no longer even a dream
My verse I write
For each day a little.
Eh, tonight we are the only string
For years wanted.
Tonight is my own poetry Erna
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WHERE WAS MY LORD
When my springs got frosty
And I didn’t know who I am or whether I am Albanian
Where were you my lord on the day of my massacre
In Recak, Meja, Izbica, Krusha, Rogova
The same thought of me praying cross-legged
Forgive the bullets that made me fire ash
For love do not ask me what I love
More friend when I sacrifice for the homeland
I will not dwell on your sin
Why did you create the same demons and emperors
The man clothed the traitors of the nation
Today, for the seventh time, it seems to me that I am a foreigner
I have much to say about your sin
You haven’t known me for five centuries
Let me have only one Albanian
As if I was born later of which deity.
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EYELASHES MAKE YOU A MUSEUM
It’s not your fault that you run away from the legends of dragons
Time to become the queen of Albanians
Remained in your eyelash Ajkuna
You have to get back into the fight again
You and Prekazian love remain in the museum
I believed I would resist any Sahara
Even the glaciers of Antarctica
The Titanic has no depth to hold
The painters have not slept a single night
Take the most beautiful colors of the rainbow
They want to see themselves in your lashes
Get to know Venetian loves better
Death does not belong to you Ajkuna or Ernes
I kept my word to congratulate you
Fly me with the dawn seagulls
I swear no more words I cannot change.
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Eh, does my soul hurt tonight
No, I do not love tears, I will keep the memory
On it, weave the string of white spirit
Forgive me the doves and leave me with the angels
And with raindrops, with rainbow colors.
Eh, if only I had a little more floral scent
Nor would I be afraid of the sea of any devil.
Tonight I took the pain, you of the flowers
The stars threw you my verses
You feed on my soul for your escape.
Somewhere in the ozone the verse is waiting for me
You have the bridge of angels to my soul
Where for years he sleeps like a sea seagull
In the only pillows as a dream name.
Like a mother blessing, like the word of your verse
Like a rainbow smile, like a longing song
Like a fire that burns my verse and my word
Hidden Castle that my house guarded for my tears.
The streets of Tirana as I painted landscapes of painters
I put them on the map of Albania, I took them in each flower
A little fragrance as the only path of the soul.
I did not quarrel in vain with my name or with the word
When you forgive me in the night without the moon, where only you shine
Without a candle and without any light I remained the only knight
As a blind man where I did not know my new direction.
Which road I had, which we embrace longing
I remained a river waterfall to pour into the depths of the sea
In a cracked sea of beautiful memories and dreams.
Lost I remained even after this silent night
I did not know if I was a night man or a rebellious night man.
Where every day I call your beauty
Your blue eyes and braids smell
How they rest on my shoulder, on my dream.
How far I went tonight seemed to me ozone I met
To receive a blessing from your lord
A residence permit in the garden full of roses
Also get a field song and a throat kiss.
[Poetry receive from Angela Kosta, Albania-born eminent poet from Italy]
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Translated by MARJETA SHATRO RRAPAJ
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