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Alisa Velaj, Albania

Born in the southern port town of Vlora in November 1982. She studied Albanian language and literature at the University of Tirana. She follows M.A. in literature with the writer Mitrush Kuteli and now teaches literature at the university of Durres. Velaj is the author of two verse collections: Themelet e eres (Foundations of the wind) and Drejtajrit (To air).
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FLOWERS OF VANITY - WE ARE!
Young, dare and innocent. Might that be? Only in fairy tales! Of the ancient times. This Alisa is old, questionable and experienced. WITHIN THE WORLD OF THE POETRY. Simply that. Nothing more or less. How? Through verses which are asking unasked and answering unanswered! Because of her and, of course, the readers. Above all.
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Young, dare and innocent. Might that be? Only in fairy tales! Of the ancient times. This Alisa is old, questionable and experienced. WITHIN THE WORLD OF THE POETRY. Simply that. Nothing more or less. How? Through verses which are asking unasked and answering unanswered! Because of her and, of course, the readers. Above all.
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Sabahudin Hadzialic
A Tale Of Pilgrims
No one is willing To hear the story from the beginning. The leaf is a leaf And the tree is a tree. The overwhelming green remains A visionary illusion, Or a wooden bed of unconsciousness. Once I fell in love with the pine that was not a pine And startled solitude with bluish branches. Later I became as exhausted from wakefulness, That I fell as a feather over the tree crown. And here exactly begins the tale Of what the pilgrims have said for me; That I once was made of flesh, But later an item full of leaves, One night in September lost my ability To feel the lust of your deepest feelings. This is as cold as the genes of origin. At nights I breathe below the shade of candles without recognizing anything from the timid game of flames. …And the tale ends every night lit by the moon when you are drunk from other bodies praying to the Veneers with cloudy faces. A sad Pilgrim Of the roads where the trees have no leaves! Scream As you wish over my existence. Over my shoulder Scream As you wish. And in the dusk strangle your scream in the waters of the sea. To relax when I feel my body, With the taste of screaming In my tongue and soft palate. The death of water Water won’t die Only its brightness dies In the Sunrise This is why Sunrise is so special Because with hunger intermingles many colors, Through the surprising death of water Together with the scent and feet of death Death has white feet Death has white feet With soft rabbit hair And a bright whitening Just as the tiger’s teeth. With rabbit hair we wipe ourselves softly through many gardens Where the flowers of vanity are blossoming, But in the lake on the middle of garden The mirror image of the tiger Never emerges completely… To be filled with you To be filled with you Is the same as becoming empty from the blossoms of Cactus Which are proudly in the desert Only for one night... I have seen those small flowers, shy flowers I did see them in Arizona during the mornings, While blossoming in the gardens, with yellow and reddish color. With the petals lowering their heads early in every morning and were very similar with you. I compare myself with every garden in the desert Unable to live neither without your emptiness. You thirsty emptiness Never filled with water just as this yellow sand And shaken with unexpected turns Soft turns… Together with my sad cactuses! Translated by Peter Tase |
Sabahudin Hadžialić, Alisa Velaj, Verjana Abazaj and Shaip Emerllahu in Tetovo, Macedonia, 2010
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Grbavička 32, 71000 Sarajevo i/ili
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