Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Bio: Kumrie Avdyl Shala, born in December 1971, in Graboc, lives and works in Pejë – Republic of Kosovo. Veteran – UÇK fighter
Graduated from: Faculty of Education-Prishtina.
Certified; in two levels at the School of Journalism.
Works in the Municipality of Peja, Leader of the War Categories.
He has published 4 books of poetry.
It is a participant in some
Anthological Magazine;
Certified by the prestigious newspaper “The Daily Global National” with the title: International Ambassador of Peace,
More recognition from magazines and newspapers of different local and international countries in the field of literature has been appreciated.
STRONG WOMAN
Even if God separated the sexes,
he did not divide the human brain,
He has not shared his emotions, feelings or desires.
I say that he shared the weight, and he gave it to the man as a gift.
While he left the heavy burden to the woman to create the man,
to fill the world with good and righteous souls.
Creatures worthless to mankind.
And the value for them is only money and lust.
If you think that the woman is “shallow” you are wrong, if you think that the woman only needs the man and here you are wrong.
Because the woman is the one who creates the man,
Life gave meaning to the world.
You, man who is strong,
with muscles, and if you try to rule the world with money, to humiliate and defile women, you are wrong.
SPRING
I came to your years, spring,
don’t let the waterfalls of weather run dry,
I was not satisfied with the fruits of the forest,
like the bilbili bird song
never get bored!
As from the lines of the rain
that wet me on spring days,
And they caress with love
early morning hair…
The flowers of the cornelian cherry were gilded
on the path of father’s field!
Don’t grow old spring,
In your years I always came!
ODD NUMBER
How beautiful life is
When the smile shines from the facts,
From letters, even and odd numbers,
by their weight
inside the truth knocks.
A single one in a corner, smiling there,
with odd leaves, on odd day, in odd year,
a member of an odd household,
in any odd place
and, his face is smiling.
I was alone, I remained alone to resemble the creator,
The odd number is not replaced by an even one,
When the number is odd, it is multiplied by odd numbers
It turns out to be odd.
The number is silent, even God is silent,
I was also silent because I was
I was left to stir up the Dead Sea
And the mud to be drawn to the bosom
Like a magnet.
