ENGJELL I BERISHA, THE POET FROM GJAKOVA, KOSOVO

ENGJELL I BERISHA'S BIOGRAPHY

Engjell I. Berisha, was born on June 17th, 1962, District of Gjakova, Kosovo. During his studies on Albanian Language and Literature in Prishtina, has frequently published on periodicals since 1985 and continued for many years.Published his first book in 1990 while continuing later with four poetry volumes. In 1993 established the Literary magazine “Fiction Magazine” while serving as its managing editor. Has been a contributor on almost every newspaper published in Kosova, while in 1995-1999, worked as an investigative journalist in the daily “Bota Sot” and in the weekly “Eurozeri”.In 1997 in the traditional conferences of Gjeçovi, earned the annual prize for best poetry. In 2002, in the conference of poetry, won the prize of “poetry gathering” with his book entitled: “Çati eshtrash”(House Ceiling of Dreams).In December 2006, won a literary prize, “Serembe on Poetry” with his book, “Drunken memory” from the Art Club of Laç. Is the founder and managing editor of the journal of those Missing in Action and have Dissapeared “April 27”. Since 2005 is the chairman of the Literary Club “Gjon Nikolle Kazazi”, in Gjakova. For many years has been a staff member and for fifteen years serves as the director of the regional “Ibrahim Rugova” Library in Gjakova.

Amongst others he published: "Moon and Bride Day" poetry "Buzuku". Prishtina, 1991. "Awnings of the Twilight", poetry, authors' agency. Pristina, 1994. "Albanian diaspora", stories "Pjetër Bogdani", Has, 1993. "Snake in bottles", poetry "Rozafa", Prishtina, 2000. "Meja of Korenica massacre", publicist, "Gjon Nikolla Kazazi", Gjakova. "bone of bones", poetry, "Rozafa". Prishtina, 2003. "The Doors of Heaven", narrative-publicist, "Rozafa". Prishtina, 2005. "Creating a Book", a summary of the opus. "W. N. Kazazi ". Gjakova, 2006. "Educational Role of School and Public Libraries in Kosovo", Publisher: Library "Ibrahim Rugova. 2011.

POEMS BY ENGJELL I BERISHA REPULISHED FROM CAMPUS 247 MAGAZINE.

REITERATION OF NOTHINGNESS

You finished the whole color of the world
Pencil drops black
Black and even black
Yellow flowers red flowers
White flowers
And blue sky

The words are screaming
From mysanthrops’ vase
To fall out from a bottle of writting
Poison with stomach and lungs
I am, growing
Under an oaks shade
And cut my hand so I would loose
And to respond
A word of response

Perhaps you may be tired
Possibly you cannot see
How the pretty
Are setting bed
Over my body
A river with a sky of blue
Where the clock’s arrow would not stop

View it in depth
As a value of inheritance
Place rotten wood
And returns the face
To the north with freezing winter

Oh Nothingness, nothingness
Fumes with stress without stop
And spits
Near the window without a house

THE COLOR OF WRITING

Just like the eyes of a child with sea color
The color of writting
A deep pond
How cold is the depth
There with a stone the tiger’s teeth
Diamont and topaz
And the color darkened, darkened
And comes a white blood
Of clinical death

Just like the kid’s eyes with longing color
The color of writing exhausts whiteness
With the beautiful view of birth
Cuts with a black line
The small peace of happiness

Send me a letter - Violet
A color of the sky
Lastly drawing the words
The river where they drink
The herded animals
And wild people

O God! where did you find,
That plume which in place of sweet color
Drops poison and tears

THE LETTER THAT IS LOST THROUGHOUT TIME

I am leaving all my wealth
In a road side
I am building a temple of goodness
I am leaving my name as inheritance
In the face of my child
Will arrive your delayed letter
And will open as a testament
The wet hands of the builders

Then I will sing
A simphony and music
The chamber of happyness
Over the grass of my body in that world
Completely the same
Is the writing unraveling the truth or lies
Come and testify