Change starts from yourself
Any new initiative or movement is indicative of civilization. The great river of culture is also a stream other, to add freshness and make it more vibrant and more healthy, so that irrigation of the civilization pemësisë be broader and more complete … So is the 100 thousand poets movement for change …. All poets from around the world have a mission, have a purpose, peace and love.
I would add that so are added to national cultural relations with a particular color and taste, catering to each other. We should not forget that creativity is a good cultural flower garden, where each color has a special glow that adds the values of human culture. Rarely do the different creative genres not find reasons to appreciate and respect each other. Given the task to be the voice of those who have no voice, she is extending a fraternal hand to tighten the other hand, edge hands together, working and struggling for life with smiles and kindness, beauty and tenderness and no hostility . The main problem is critical to all hope for a better tomorrow, brighter than today. But unfortunately this hope not available in pharmacies or supermarkets or through, the more we and the world, we live in an uncertain time.
Source of uncertainty is not just sounding of state power and violence that he exercises in democracy, but the time pattern of the useful exterminator, then repeat the routine … the lack of human communication, loneliness face ourselves. We all have a duty to fight to make our lives less inhumane. But how can I leave this without a support point, as is the hope, the hope for a better life? Let us bring this to our magazine, which is like a bud in place has started to come springtime, which tested the changes, which is not declared what others want to believe, rather, discuss what is no longer reliable. Let it be an instrument of expression of doubt and joy of life that knows no fear of obstacles. In closing I want to bring warm and friendly voice of the Chekhov “Three Sisters”:
“I believe that everything on earth will gradually change, even change has begun in our eyes. No matter the time when, a new life and happy will be born. We certainly will not achieve what is, but what we live today, for that work, suffer and create … ”
Therefore, to make this change a reality, this vision, this hope, one must work to satisfy the statement: Change starts from yourself! Let us therefore begin this change, starting with himself.
Though the rise in a higher position than others, honor is only temporary. Even if we collect more wealth than others, we will leave them all behind the door of death. Money, honor and wisdom all the time and fly with all disappear over the years. However noble and great to be a person, his life is not more than a wretched life that will end the moment he loses connection with the rescue rope. Human beings have always been trying to understand who they are and why they should live. We must understand that just as we have not born with our desire, and are not created to live for ourselves.
Therefore the answer to the question how we should live our lives is simple. We were born of love, so we must live by traveling the path of love. Our life was created by taking the infinite love of our parents, so we must live life by turning that love. In the course of our lives, this is the only value that can solve ourselves. Success or failure in life depends on the amount of love that we are able to donate in those years we have been given.
If our days are so precious, then how should we live them? What are the things you need to accomplish before the boundary line beyond death? The most important thing is not to do sins and live a life without shade. There are many religious and philosophical debates over the fact that what is called sin, but one thing is clear that we should not engage in actions that make our consciousness to halt. When we do things for which we feel guilty conscience, they always leave a shadow in our hearts.
We are the future of this world. A beautiful future, but no matter how beautiful and mysterious, because what will be the world is in our hands what is in our hands to be a hope for the world tomorrow ….

The 22nd World Congress of Poets in Larissa, Greece

The 22 nd World Congress of Poets (WCP) which will be held for the first time in Larissa, Greece – June 29-July 3, 2011, is conducted since 1969 in various countries around the world and is an internationally recognized cultural event. Held every two years by the United Poets Laureate International (UPLI), one of the major international poetic organisms, brings together poets from all around the world. The aim of the institution is to promote the “World Brotherhood and Peace through Poetry” without discriminations of race, religion and nationality.
More than 205 participants from 65 different countries participated to promote brotherhood and understanding throughout the world through poetry. A few anthology participants could not attend due to illness or other last minute conflicts. Some attending participants did not enter into the anthology which gave us our official count. Thank you to all who participated to make this a marvelous, event to promote world-wide brotherhood and understanding through poetry. The 22nd World Congress of Poets in Larissa, Greece, was one of the most successful Congresses ever. In addition to the formalities, poetry readings, scholarly poetry paper presentations, and awards, we had tours of many sites of Greek culture, history and scenery in and around the beautiful city of Larissa at the base of Mount Olympus, a few miles inland from the Aegean Sea. The population of the greater area is around 250,000, and takes in other smaller suburban communities. According to archaeological evidence, the capital of Thessaly, Larissa, has been inhabited since the tenth millennium BCE. Larissa is a major commercial and industrial centre in Greece. Legend reveals that Achilles was born here and Hippocrates, the Father of Medicine, died here as well. Larissa has a Municipal Art Gallery – G. I. Katsigras Museum, well-known for its selection. It is full of places for entertainment, Larissa’s Ancient Theatre, Monument of Hippocrates, Larissa’s Archaeological Museum, Saint Achillius Church, Alkazar Park, Pineios River, etc. Near Larissa, there is an interesting diversity of sceneries with the mountain of ancient Greek Gods, Olympus, the Valley of Tempi, the beaches of Larissa (Stomio, etc), the mountain Meteora (UNESCO World Heritage Site) with the old Christian monasteries, etc.
Our first adventure was to travel to the Cave of Theopetra by two large buses up narrow, twisting roads to the cave which had been inhabited from Mesolithic to modern times. If nothing else, the bus ride was rather thrilling. The scenery was magnificent.
From the bus, we had hundreds of stairs to climb. Many of our less intrepid poets stopped here to enjoy the view and let the others continue ascending. Our ascent was up a sheer cliff. The weather was beautiful–warm enough to be pleasant but not to warm for our adventurous climb. Inside the Cave of Theopetra, we saw the unusual and difficult living conditions of people who had lived there for thousands of years.
Our group enjoyed a leisurely stroll around the well protected depths, reading the explanation signs that marked each interesting area of the cave. Our next stop was the Monastery of Saint Stephanos in Meteora, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. To show respect, women had to cover their pants with a wrap around skirt provided to visitors. A second skirt was given to cover the arms for women who wore a sleeveless blouse. We enjoyed the beautiful courtyard. We were not allowed to photograph the interior where we saw a chapel, a relic, icons and other religious items. View from the courtyard. We were very high up on the mountain. Driving down the hill, we could look back and see where we had been. They say that when it is foggy, the monasteries look like they are floating in mid air. Our busses were large, comfortable and seemed to bend in the middle to get around the sharp curves on the narrow roads. We ate lunch in a restaurant that seemed suspended in air over the valley below. I was with my friends from Johannesburg. Lunch was served with various Greek dishes. All the food was delicious.

The next day, we had a tour of the Tempe Valley. On the bus, we passed by the mythological Mt. Olympus. On one of the busses, Lina Folina gave site seeing information as we passed by the different areas. On the bus, we had a lesson in Greek dancing. Rita Bogeart from the Philippines and USA was one of the first to join in with Panayota Christopoulou-Zaloni leading the lessons. Our first stop on our second day of tours was a stroll along the Pineios River. We crossed the Tempe on a suspension foot bridge.
We walked through a tunnel into the Chapel of Saint Paraskevi. In the Chapel of Saint Paraskevi, we were treated to a description of the hierarchy of Christian Orthodox iconic imagery by Argyris Marneros, translated from Greek into English by Athenasos Michael. After the talk, Argyris sang songs of the church, joined by Lina Folina, and others who know the songs. Outside, on the Chapel grounds, was the pool of Daphne. Here, it is said, Apollo tried to seduce her but failed. She was as chaste as she was beautiful. Over the pond her protector, Gaia, placed a laurel tree which became sacred to Apollo, and became the symbol of Apollo, God of poetry and the sun. On the way back to the bus, we had time to stop and shop for souvenirs. Next, we visited the Monastery of Komnenion. The Chapel at the Monastery of Komnenion is currently under construction. We finally got most of us together and took a group photo. The photo was taken by Athenasos Michail.
The next day, we visited the Archeological Museum of Larissa. We visited the ancient Amphitheater of Larissa where the first Olympic Games were held. We leisurely strolled back to the bus through the streets of Larissa. Although there are wide, crowded boulevards, there are also many quiet streets where vehicles and pedestrians pass each other without a problem. Our official group photo was taken at the Monastery of Komnenion. Nevertheless, some of our participants were not part of this photo. While some were so interested in the monastery that they did not hear that the photo was being taken.
The final ceremony was really impressive. It was held in the main hall of the Imperial Larissa Hotel. Our WCP head table included Dr. Demitris P. Kraniotis, 22nd WCP President; Mary Haliburton, 20th WCP President; Dr. Wanda Rider, UPLI Exec. VP and 14th WCP President; Despina Kraniotis, wife of the Congress President; Mr. Benjamin R. Yuzon, UPLI President; Pilar Yuzon, wife of UPLI President; Dr. Ronald Shafer, 15th WCP President; Judy Hardin Cheung, UPLI Sec./Treas.; Natica Angilly, UPLI VP Western USA; Puntalee (Noi) Jirathun, 17th WCP President.

Dr. Demitris Kraniotis, President of the 22 World Congress of Poets, was crowned with a gold laurel wreath by UPLI President Benjamin R. Yuzon. Demitris not only put together the 22nd WCP, but is active in local, national and international poetry organizations promotion understanding and brotherhood.
It is important to point out that poets from 65 countries of the world were part of this congress, a record number of participant countries. The poets came from various countries all over the world such as China, Japan, Australia, England, Canada, Germany, Italy, South Africa, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, Kosovo, Cyprus, Albania etc. They are all part of the published Poetic Anthology of the event, through their biographies and excerpts from their poetry. Albania was represented through the poets Kozeta Zavalani and Ferik Ferra, while Hasije Selishta Kryeziu and Miradije Ramiqi represented Kosovo. It was an exceptional surprise for me when the president of United Poets Laureate International read my name after we had read our poems in the ancient theatre of Larissa. “In recognition and appreciation of Excellence in Poetry, Awarded to Kozeta Zavalani – Olympus Poetry Prize Demeter “.So I left satisfied, without waiting for completion of the closure of Congress, because I went to Iraklion, Crete, to my brothers and to put a flower bouquet, where my darling mother rests in peace …

hello 🙂
suksese!

God in the sky

Shortly before something hit my heart
And I thought
”I’m strong,
as the birds do not die in mid flight”.
Sea waves enter memory
to erase traces of misery.
I say God
and mean more
than the bright abyss that opens in that word.
I say world
and mean less
than the abstract oblivion of atoms
out of which every intact thing emerges,
into which every intact thing finally goes.
What word or gift
makes the day shine
requires me to sculpt
in darkness this picture so hard?
about what lives to change the world,
for better life, in this fall
Blue sky, lives under skies of all.

DAY OF CHANGE
Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 11.00 – 14.00
In TIRANA, the capital city of Albania, to be held in room “Koco Tashko Tefta” Ministry Tourism Culture Youth and Sports, headed by KOZETA ZAVALANI W.P.S

PARTICIPATING some of the most eminent literary figures, between them and LNPSHA “Pegasus” ALBANIA and Association “Family and Media-The Power for Change” with “ALBANIA FOR AN OTHERWISE”

KEY TARGET: Making COUNTRY PUBLIC OPINION, intellectual historians walking RIGHT FOR A PROGRESSIVE DEVELOPMENT OF THE COUNTRY IN a multi planed direction FORM:
Seeing that the world has entered a severe economic crisis with serious consequences on human life, decrease the level vital to the extremities of millions of people and many others, who have extremely poor, due to the presence of corruption and inefficient policies, followed, in favor of some and not the majority, which is seen through the eyes of the stepmother, supposedly stimulating and triggered with democratic format, not giving priority to intelligence and erudition, professionalism, but militancy, the use of nepotism, the nihilism of creature previous generations and belittling their schooling emphasized methods corruption in the existing schools by making false diplomas; corner of the property by persons without the right of property ownership and creation of land Feud, “by laws and decisions of self taught ‘ for procedures, “the invasion and abnormal selling by auction and the drawing of national values and abuse their people selling these properties, who are not devout … freeze freezing intelligence and advice not to walk on the road to progressive…
So in this context, seeing the abuse of the environment, immorality and not the country’s EU entry, the long-standing dream of the Albanians, who are long exhausted during the long transition, since the introduction of the country will increase negative control.

Demonstration event will have a variety of and action.

The event with short speeches universal peace, respect for the human rights to combat the extremes of low vital for fight against economic and ecological crisis, to combat severe injuries to the other system … Poets will interpret their poems, drawings, papers prepared, laconic sense creations, satirical, satirical interpretation with songs, with songs that have themes such concerts, free calls directed with poetic appeal, poetic dances, quartets and octets recitative for a certain problem, part of their work in February to talk about these problems …. Performances by actors, which are part of ballet identify these problems, interpretation of the song, with words wisdom competitions. Materials are accompanied by short films, POWER POINT …. Ranting, groups, actors and creative interpretations of parts of short dramatic scenes short their monologues, stories…. Concerts with such themes will take place in universities, institutes … artists, painters, caricaturists will open an exhibition with the theme of change with some works …
We vended visible poems will be displayed in this character getting their permission to display the relevant authorities …. In some places visible to poetry recited by poets …
…. Take part with your creations, you know the poets of the World …
entering it about poets representatives of different countries.

Our event In TIRANA, the capital city of Albania, was held in room “Koco Tashko Tefta” Ministry Tourism Culture Youth and Sports, was very crowded with poets. We had a really wonderful time at the event “100 thousand Poets for Change” in Tirana.

Aida Bode
HESHTJA FLET

Dhe heshtja me foli ne vesh.
butesi qe flet aq lehte.
debore, bekim i ngrohte

pergjoja permes qet’simesh
petal ku prehja jeten fal
te gjeta, udhetar pritjesh

“Te dua!” agim i befte
ti heshtja, me fole ne vesh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

HUSHED

Hushed timber of your hinterland
craving my choked respiration
warming snow in glittered caption

As heard through a silenced time sand
grains of yore carried me ashore
and I found you still by the strand

“I love you” waved serened ocean
hushed timber of your hinterland

AB ©

LISTA E KRIJUESVE PJESËMARRËSVE NË MITINGUN E MADH POETIK TË 24 SHTATORIT 2011
NË TIRANË
1.KRISTAQ F. SHABANI GJIROKASTËR
2. KOZETA ZAVALANI TIRANË
3. RAJMONDA KORÇA KORÇË, SHBA
4. ENRIETA SINA TIRANË
5. NEBI BUNJAKU PRISHTINË KOSOVË
6. SHEFQETE GOSALCI PRISHTINË KOSOVË
7.YLLKA FILIPI TIRANË
8. JOZEFINA TRABOINI TIRANË
9. FLUTURA MAÇI TIRANË
10. ALEKSANDRA SHABANI GJIROKASTËR
11. DINO ÇIÇO GJIROKASTËR
12. REZARTA PONDE SHKODËR
13.NATASHA LUSHAJ TIRANË
14. PRIMO SHLLAKU TIRANË
15.ELEFTERIA KALLOJERI GJIROKASTËR
16. ROLAND LUSHI TIRANË
17.PËLLUMB GORICA TIRANË
18. LULZIM LOGU BAJRAM CURRI
19. LULZIM HAJDARI KUKËS
20.KUJTIM MORINA TIRANË
21. MIRLINDA MUSAJ PRIZREN, KOSOVË
22.GJERGJ NIKOLLA , MIRDITË
23.DEMIR GJERGJI TIRANË
24.BESA MANAJ TIRANË
25.AGIM BAJRAMI DURRËS
26.KEJDI SEJDINI DURRËS
27.MYZEJEN KONDURI DURRËS
28. SUZANA SELMANI TIRANË
29. JULI GAXHOLLI TIRANË
30.NEXHI BAUSHI TIRANË
31. VENKA CAPA TIRANË
32.LIDIA CAPA TIRANË
33. VALBONA JANI TIRANË
34. ALBERT PEPKOLAJ LEZHË
35.ANJZA SAKAJ FIER
36. NAMIK SELMANI BERAT
37. NERTILA TOSKA BERAT
38.KADRIJE DUSHKU GURMANI TIRANË
39. ISIDOR KOTI ELBASAN
40.ZOG HYSENAJ TROPOJË
41. KASTRIOT HADËRI TIRANË
42. IZET ÇULLI TEPELENE
43. BRUNILDA BELULI , TIRANË
44. AGIM XHEKA
45. ANJEZA DODA MIRDITË
46. RUDI MEZINI, DURRËS
47 GAZETARJA KUKËS
48.ASTRIT REÇKA TIRANË
49. ANXHELA PEZA TIRANË
50.AGIM NIKAJ BAJRAM CURRI
51. PETRAQ KOTE, TIRANË
52. RIZA LAHI TIRANË
53. NUREDIN BARDHI DURRËS
54. XHELAL ANGONI, TIRANË
55. RIZA ÇATO TIRANË
56. DUKAGJIN HATA, TIRANË
57. MIMOZA AHMETI TIRANË
58. XHEVDET MALAJ, TIRANË
59. BRUNILDA ZLLAMI TIRANË
60. FILLORETA LOLI, TIRANË
61.ERMAL GEGA, LAÇ
62.ELION AMERAJ, TROPOJË
63.MUJO BUÇPAPA, TIRANË,
64. LINDA BUÇPAPAJ TIRANË
65.ILIRIANA JUPA KUKËS
66.MEJBËLL GURMANI TIRANË
67.LULËZIM BESHAJ TIRANË
68.ENKELEJDA THIMO TIRANË
69. LIRIDONA SHEHU PRIZREN
70. NERMIN SPAHIU KUKËS
71. RUDINA ÇUPI DURRES
72. TONE DEDA SHKODER
73. MAMICA KASTRIOTI, TIRANË
74. XHEVAHIR SPAHIU, TIRANE
75. BARDHYLLONDO, TIRANE TE FTUAR
76.ARTAN ALMETA, LIBRAZHD
77. HAXHI DIKOLLI TIRANW
78. SOTIRAQ MISHAXHIU BERAT
79. PERIKLI SHULI GRAMSH
80. ANTON GOJÇAJ MAL I ZI
81.TOM VELIA SHKODER
82. MIMOZA GERCARI SHKODER

September 23Kristaq Shabani
Deri ne ora 15.00 date 23.09

o I am very happy to be participating at the festival in Ordu, 19 – 23 Octombre.2011

I am attaching my CV and some poetry translated into Turkish by my friend Emma Osmani
Please, tell me if it’s ok based on English language…

Kozeta Zavalani, Korcaya dogdu, Martin 8, 1958 Yillina, Arnavutlukta, kendisi su anda Tiranada calisiyor ve yasiyor. Mezun oldugu yilli 1982 Tirana universitesine Ekonomik bolumu , spesializationlari kendisi 1985 devam etti Gazetecilikte. Arnavut Devlet televizionuna calismis , simdilik Kap redaktor olarak “ Stina per ndryshim” ( Degismek mevsimi ) dergisine calisiyor, bu dergi “ Familja dhe Media – Fuqia per ndryshim “ ( Aile ve Media – Degimek Gucu ) organisasionu calistiriyor .

Oduler ve ragipler

Secilmis ”Ambasadore për Paqen” ( Baris Buyukelcisi) Ulusluararasi baris icin aile federasyonu, ve ” Connect Us Communications Canada ” 2007 yillina Kozeta bu yillini kadini olarak odulenmis (Woman of the World – 2007). Dunya sairleri uyesi World Poets Society (W.P.S.), Union of Poets & Writers ve Sairlerin ve insan haklari odulu verildi.

2009 yillini ikinci odule laik goruldu arnaut kadin sairleri toplantisina Vistrri de odulendi

Birinci odulu sirleri icin NOSITI redaksionunda verildi

Ozel Odulu Siir Balkan geceleri Korcada verildi

YAYINLAR

1976 yillina , birlikte yazilan olan siir kitabi “ Birinci sarkilar” yayinladi

1978 yillina, oyku hacmi 2-4-6 “ Sessiz kahramanlar “ yayinladi

1997-2002 yillina periodik gazetesini SHGPA-yi “Menager”, edildi

2000 – 2002 yillina oyku 1 ve 2 kitabi “ Ilham olan kadinlar ” ve ayni zamanda inglizcesi “Women who have inspired me” yayinladi

2005 yillina oyku ”Halfworld”, yayinladi

2007 yillina oyku ”Yarimdunya” ve bulteni “ Insan Haklari “ bu yayin QSHDNJ edildi .

2010 yillina oyku siirler “ Gocebe” yayinladi.

Roman surec “ Anksiyette “ vardir

Birinci Siir

Ruhun kapisi

Bazen oluyor

Gocebe gozle olmak

ama, sigara uykulu degil

Bir umut isigi var

Bende umit var .

Hic bir sey beni kalmadi vermemekten

Her zaman,

Iyi insanlara anahtari vererim ,

Ruhumu kapisi actirmak icin ,

Nerde mavi dallgar seslenirler ,

Nerede yilldizlar kugularla banjo yaparlar ….

Ben bazen baharim,

Bazen sadece nefes alirim

Golge donuyorum tamamen

Bazen son baharin firtinasi gibi

Gorusleri nedini duvara catistilar

Ben yazdigim zaman , hayirsizliktan

Ruhum dogluiken

Kafami kaldiriyorum mavi goke ,

Kaybolmak istemem ,

Bir gunun orbitine ….

Ve nefesten bir barca ben yaparim kurtulmak icin.

Bogolanlar icin ,

Onlar ki yuzmeye bilmezler …

Ruhun kapisi
Bazen kalbin renksiz yanlizlikta
Ruyalar savasliyorlar yorulmus halerini
Olmus olan sarkilar patlar
Volkan gibi lavasini cikariyor
Cicek umit
Rahatsizlanmis olan ruhuma,
Baska bir tadi ile cikiyor
Sanki beni sarhos etmeye isterler
Onlarin aralarina ben kendimi serbes birakiyorum
Nasil aplar ciceklerin yanida ucuyorlar,
Sarahos eden ilk baharin tadi
Cicek Umit dikiyorum tam isigin sinirinda
Bu ilk bahari suslenmek icin
Ruhun dort mevsimleri ile
Bu son ruyami bu hayati veriyorum
Yukarda bu gok yuze firtinali da olsa ucurum
Bir gumruk su var ellimde dun den kalani
Ruhun kapisi ,
Cicek- umit sulandirim

2.

Bu beyaz sabahta

Bu kristal olan vasuma

Isik kiriliyor

Gok yuzu isklandiriyor

Ruhun kristaleri kiriliyor
Bagiryorlar, ses kaldiriyorlar ,
Guc ile vuruyor
Gorunulen sesizligin duvarlari
Gok yuzu yurumuyor
Gunesin nefesini ustunde.
Kuslar agalarlar agaclarda
Yaprak dollu oluyorlar bu ilk bahada .
Odama sesizlik dum duz oturmus .
yatagimdan yatip kalkiyorum
Yarim kelimeler topluyorum
Gullerin nefesini aldinda
Devam eden yolarina giderim ,
orda nerede hatiralar dokulur ,
bu yesil tarlaya buyuturler
gozlerimin icinde.
bu beyaz sabah’da
Goz eden ruhumdan ,
arkadaslarima ,
Sizinle muhabet ederim :
Iyilikler dilerim size!!

3. Memleketimin papatyalar

Papatyalar ozluyorum, biliyorum.

Sizin bilmesini isterim,

Dostlarim!

Uykusuz uykusuz yurudum,

Cok yoruldum

Sahane gunes batisina

Avrupa ve Amerikaya.

Perladan olan bir kolanya

Gurur ile giydirmek icin

Papatyalar ben ozluyorum , biliyorum.

Ama, ben ne ariyordum okeanuslara uzak

Kalbim rahatlik etmedi ?!

Papatyalar ben ozluyorum , biliyorum.

Moravanin dagalari uzanmis olan papatyalar

Papatyalar – anahtar ,

Kapali olan kalbimi acmak icin

Benim gogusum ustunde

Papatyalar – aplar evi renkler,

Nerede saklanmis duruyor bu mevsim .

Uzaklara gitmeyin ne olur

Memleketimin papatyalar

Size kordelya yapip siraya kayar .

Bahar , sen olme !

Memleketimin papatyalar ile

Butun dunya suslenmek isterim.

4. Gurbetkar

Bir tasin gocune cicek buldum

Tuz ve gunes birlikte buyunmus.

Koparmaya yapamadim

Uzuldum ama bir az dokundum.

Sahane bir dallganin icinden cikiyorum

Hayatimin onunde bir sey degilim..

Ben gurbetkarmiyim yoksa degilim

Onlar icin baska bir seyim var .

Renkler attarim ve cicekler buyuturum ,

Simbil simbil isigi dallgadan buyumus.

Tasilarini kokusunu ben cikaramadim,

Sadece bir ses gonca actim

Gurbetkarim renk parcalarinda

Ben ruzgar ruh gibiyim

Dallgalardan cikiyorum , gotun kolarini gibi

Bati gunesin rengine alirim.

5. Anneme Anika

O gece kul yilldizi ,

Gec yapti ”Anek” yollunu Pireden ,

Yapamadim gelemedim zamanda,

Beni engelediler ,

Ben geri donemedim !

Hizli olun , ne olurun dedim ,

Hizli…!

Gozlerim kapida ,

O beni bekler .

Gurbetten ozlemden ,

O eski adadan

Adi Kreti,

Oksalamis olan gunes ve deniz olur,

Kazanzaqi hayatta uyuyor

Ah annem va !

Augustun sicakligindan

Acima dolluyum

Ozlem gunesi de yakardi,

Pindi yollunu actim dagalarda ,

si dikur mes drerëve kalonin

sadece tanimayan …

ve geldim…. geldim o gun ,

Ayrilik ruzgari

Dudaklari sulandi ,

Gozlerini opmeliydim ..!
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Her ayin basina kafam karisik :

Bogazima bir sey kalip

Kalbim yorulmus .

Her zaman seni ozluyorum :

Ah annem dua eden annam !

Ruhum iyi olmadigizaman ,

Dallgalarin icinde firtinali ,

Bazen senden isteyim

Senden , annam ,

Kenara cikmak, yada bir kosede

Basima donuyorum ariyorum kendimle konusurum,

Dur derim annemi bir soriyim

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“Anek” Gemisi Pirede gec olacak.

Ama, limanda beni her zaman bekler,

Annemin emaneti gibi

O topragin icinde

Jukarda Kreta da….!

Polar yilldizi gokyuzunden dokuluyor ,

Seni aramizda getir :

Birbirimize sevgi ,

Ve dogdugumuz olan yeri

Bize emanet !!!
o

15 hours agoKozeta Zavalani
o Kozeta Zavalani (Qirjo) was born in Korça Albania on March 8, 1958 and lives in Tirana. She graduated from the Faculty of Economics at the University of Tirana in 1982 and in 1985, is specialized in journalism. Kozeta worked in the Albanian Public Television and now is Editor in Chief of the magazine “Season for Change” of the “Family and Media – Power for Change” association, which she leads.

Reputation and awards

She was selected “Ambassador for Peace” by the Family Federation for Universal Peace

She is one of the “Women of the World – 2007” by “Connect Us Communications Canada”.

She is a member of World Poets Society (WPS) Union of Poets & Writers and Poets for Human Rights.

In 2009 was honoured with the second prize in the Meeting of Albanian Poets in Vushtrri

Winner of the “First Award” – in poetry by “Nositi” editorial magazine

The Special Winner of the Balkan Poetry Evenings, in Korca, Albania

Literary works:

She was co-author in the 1976 book of poetry “First songs”
In 1978 volumes of stories 2-4-6 “Silent heroes”.
Between 1997-2002 published the periodic newspaper of PBWA “The manager”.
In the year 2000 – 2002 volumes 1 and 2 of the book “Gra që më kanë frymëzuar” in Albanian

and “Women who have inspired me” in English.

In 2005 she published the volume “Halfworld” in English

In 2007 the volume “Gjysmëbota” in Albanian, as well as the bulletin “Human Rights”, a QSHDNJ edition.

In 2010 was launched the volume of poetry “Migrator”.

Recently she is publishing the novel “Ankthi”

Poetry 1

Soul Gate

Sometimes I’m wandering-eyed,
but never sleepy.
Sunlight of hope has always been sparkling on me,
but it couldn’t vanquish.
I always give to kind people,

the key,

to open the door of my soul,
where the mercy of blue waves are whispering

where the stars and swans make love.

Sometimes I am evergreen, sometimes a simple creature
And turn into a phantom, like a storm in the fall.

Casting the thoughts at the wall of reasons,
not writing in vain,
with the bountiful spirit.
Looking up to the blue sky,
unwilling to miss any day in orbit …
Building the life boat,

for the blues ones,

who don’t know to swim.

To the Soul Gate.

Often, in colorless loneliness of the soul,

The slaughtered dreams are wrestling,

Buried songs explode like volcanoes with lava.
The flowering hopes are budding the broken-hearted,
with a heady fragrance.

Feeling free among them,
like the bees are swarming on the flowers,

Wandering through the spring breeze.

Sowing the flower-hopes at day limits,
On the eve of spring, to blossom

with souls’ four seasons
Giving life the last dream.

Up above the storms’ sky I row

Come with a handful of water from the yesterday,

At the soul’s gate to water the hope-flowers.

2. In this white morning

On my crystal vase
The light reflects.
The dazzling light covers the sky.
The soul’s crystals crumble

Scream and cry

Beating forcefully

The transparent walls of silence

The clouds cease their fly

Over the sun’s breath

The birds’ tears fall on tree branches

And mingle with spring’s leaves.

In my room silence sat on the chair

I writhe, lied on my bed and wake up;

Miss something

Collect word pieces

beneath roses steam

And walk on verses streets

Where memories gush

And enhance the green field

Inside my eyes.

In this white morning

That has come migrated from soul

I get up

And with you friends I talk

To wish you peace and goodness.

3. Birthplace’s daisies

I miss daisies, I know,

I want you to know it too,

My friends!

I wondered and wondered sleeplessly,

and got exhausted

In the paradise of magical west;

Europe and America

To find a necklace of pearls

To cover me on glory…

I miss daisies, I know,

But whad did I look for beyond the oceans

When my heart can’t find serenity?!

I miss daisies, I know,

In the lush of Morava hills

Daisies-the key

To open the locked heart of my bosom

Honeycomb, colourful daisies,

All nature lies underneath.

So don’t go away

my birthplace daisies!

Spring, don’t die

With my birthplace daisies,

The whole world I want to embellish.

4. Migratory

In rock’s roots I found the flower

With salt and sun together fed

But I couldn’t pick it up

Only painfuly I touched it a bit

I woke from the magical wave

In front of life I am nothing

I am only a Migrator bird

Though I’ve got something for it

I throw the colours and grow the flower

The thorny flower arosed from the wave

I couldn’t uproot it from the rock

Though I could open a bud…

I migrate through colours of petals

I’m like wind and soul

Come out the wave, like swans’ wings

Embracing the crimson sunset.

5.

To my mother Anika

That night – ember of stars

Delayed “Anek” the trip from Pireaus

And I couldn’t reach…

Impeded, though

Back I didn’t go…!

Hurry, please – I told them –

Hurry up…!

With the eyes hinged on the opening door

She waits for me

Migrated and yearning with longing

In the ancient island named Crete,

Where embracing sun and sea

Kazanzatkis forever sleeps

Oh, mother!

Through August’s heat

Loaded with pain

And my longing that was burning the sun

I made my way through Pindus,

As once the patriots passed through deer’s…

I came… I did come that day

With the eternal farewell’s cent

To moisten your lips

To kiss your eyes…

The dawn of each month

Perturbed I am

A knot of sorrow in the throat…

Always pining for you my blessed, dear mother

When I am troubled and lost

Like in between waves of a storm

I always seek an advise from you, mother

To reach the shore or some other land.

Turn my head and look for you

And mutter to myself:

Wait to ask my mother!…

“Anek” ferry will delay from Pireaus

But will always find me in the harbors

Like my blessed mother’s will

On the shore of Mediterranean,

Far away in Crete…

Pole Star falls from the sky,

To bring you here in our midst

The love for each other

And the homeland

Our vow for you…
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o Kozeta Zavalani (Qirjo) was born in Korça on March 8, 1958. She graduated from the Faculty of Economics at the University of Tirana in 1982 and in 1985, is specialized in journalism. It’s the mother of two sons Mendi and Mikel and wife of the doctor Gjergj Zavalani. Kozeta worked in the Albanian Public Television and now is Editor in Chief of the magazine “Season for Change” of the “Family and Media – Power for Change” association, which she leads.
She was coauthor of the 1976 book of poetry “First songs” and in 1978 volumes of stories 2-4-6 “Silent heroes”. Between 1997-2002 published the periodic newspaper of PBWA “The manager”. In the year 2000 – 2002 volumes 1 and 2 of the book “Gra që më kanë frymëzuar” in Albanian and “Women who have inspired me” in English. In 2005 she published the volume “Halfworld” in English and in 2007 the volume “Gjysmëbota” in Albanian, as well as the bulletin “Human Rights”, a QSHDNJ edition. In 2010 was launched the volume of poetry “Migratory”.
She was selected “Ambassador for Peace” by the Family Federation for Universal Peace and one of the “Women of the World – 2007” by “Connect Us Communications Canada”. She is a member of World Poets Society (WPS) Union of Poets & Writers and Poets for Human Rights. In 2009 was honored with the second prize in the Meeting of Albanian Poets in Vushtrri and first prize for poetry from the editorial cycle NOSITI. At the 22-World Congress of Poets Awarded to Kozeta Zavalani – Olympus Poetry Prize Demeter “In recognition and appreciation of Exellence in Poetry” on 2 june 2011.