Thursday, November 1, 2018



For my father

The city is asleep;
People and the night were sleeping
Silence was taking a break
From the exhaustion of the previous day;
Just in this way, the morning unraveled in Peja
The city was descending at five in the morning.
On April 12,
Not every dream is easy to share.
Someone dreams of spring,
And someone else was closing everything
All stories and desires for himself,
To sleep from now on without dreams
I have also been asleep
Even dreaming,
I saw my dad going away
Into the forest,
Even though it seemed early to go to the mountains;
My dad,
Has always been an early bird
But this time, it was very early
He was awake,
To pass over the bridge that connects
This world with the other one.
In Rugova
Men die with pride
Because nature has trained them,
My dad always used to repeat this,
When he spoke about his family members,
They did all the work
Of life,
Then marched over the hearts
And became eternal.
I remember dad,
Every time he did his work
That he had allotted for himself,
Was delighted
And happy all day
Was walking;
It was Friday,
And my dad
Silent as never before,
Ready in all his dreams,
Entered in the sleep without dreams,
A free fatherland
He left it behind,
Although his country had many lingering challenges,
His sons were close to him:
This is how he closed his eyes,
Without looking at the green spaces of spring
Oh, Spring
This gorgeous season,
Always takes the meaning away from rhetoric,
But this time it took
My father,
With more longing,
With more memories, more stories
Everything will be multiplied,
Only suggestions will be less
Because our father is not here anymore.
June 12th, 2013, Prishtina


Sometime I want them to happen
These things
For example, I wish a heavy fog surrounded me,
Until the border is easily
To pass there first of all
Where a few months ago
I saw a girl
With curly hair,
Only seeing her
And later dreaming about her,
I fell in love.
But in the end,
This is war, and we don’t
know the future
Every day fighting with death
These stories that
Someone or another
Fell for freedom,
Or other news,
Such as the enemy
Was destroyed
These are daily routines.
That he desires love
In a war time,
That friend will think you are stupid
But even in the fiercest firefights
A soldier will never stop thinking about love
I have experienced it in myself.
In a time of war
God knows
When the end might come,
Neither time has space for love,
Time has its toll
But, what if everyone would plant
Who would be harvesting
A poet thinks
that the greatest loves
Are born in times of war,
Perhaps, by exceeding the imagination
Of a biblical story,
Even the most illustrious stories
Of Lorca and Hemingway,
Love is another war,
It’s an infinite war
Even the longest war
Se çdo luftë tjetër,
But its weapons are
Something else:
Heart, Soul and Sex.
I came myself
And went
Right to the center of stage.
There is war
You looking at it, day after day
Life is becoming even more boring:
this is how it started
My mind was confused,
With happiness I was ready
For a little more love.

Is this a dream or an anti-dream?
I am sure if someone
Would ask,
But, surprisingly
It happened
99 times and I have been able to die
The 99th time.
Without war,
How the time of love begins
Cannot be imagined,
Only that there is love and war.

Late at night
The moon has forgotten
To come outside,
A soldier has returned, departs
In other front lines;
In a time of war, when there is love
War continues…
Ah soldier, o soldier.
November 1999, sometime in the War of Kosov


Overnight tonight
The happy day of tomorrow,
Beyond tomorrow
Again another night,
I'm closer to you.
I and you dream each other
And so time is going,
We count it
Days and nights.

We look forward to each other
As we run away from ourselves,
So the time is looking at us
As it measures our distance
Day and night.

There lives, you and my thoughts
Here, me and your thoughts
Who is counting the days,
Tonight, we are one night closer
Closer to thoughts
How everybody should be
How does it look,
You and me, my dear
We have a world
Completely different.
Brussels, 20 June 2012


Prof. Dr. JETON KELMENDI: Poet, player, publicist, translator, publisher and a professor of university and academic. Born in the city of Peja, Kosovo (1978), Jeton Kelmendi completed elementary school in his birth place. Later he continued his studies at the University of Pristina and received the degree of Bachelor of Arts in Mass communication. He completed his graduate studies at the Free University of Brussels, Belgium, specializing in International and Security Studies. He finished his second master degree in diplomacy. Kelmendi did a PhD in the “Influence of media in EU Political Security Issues”. He is professor at AAB University College. He is active member of the European Academy of Science and Arts in Salzburg Austria. For many years he has written poetry, prose, essays and short stories. He is a regular contributor to many newspapers, in Albania and abroad, writing on many cultural and political topics, especially concerning international affairs. Jeton Kelmendi became well known in Kosova, after the publication of his first book entitled: “The Century of Promises” (“Shekulli i Premtimeve”), published in 1999.  Later he published a number of other books. His poems are translated in more that twenty-seven languages and published in several international Literature Anthologies. He is the most translated Albanian Poet and well known in Europe. According to a number of literary critics, Kelmendi is the genuine representative of modern Albanian poetry. International critics and poets wrote for him a lot of article, considering him as great European poet. He is a member of many international poetry clubs and is a contributor to many literary and cultural magazines, especially in English, French and Romanian Languages. The wisdom of his work in the field of Literature is based in the attention that he pays to the poetic expression, modern exploration of the text and the depth of the message.  His Genre is focused more on love lyrics and elliptical verse intertwined with metaphors and artistic symbolism. Currently resides and works in Brussels, Belgium and in Pristina, Kosovo.

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