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Tyran Prizren Spahiu
He was born in Kosova. University education at the University of Pristina – English language and literature.
Tyran wrote six novels and over four thousand poems.
Winner of many awards
– Pegasi Albania declared him poet of the year
– Bardi III – League of Writers of Kosova
please, do not judge me!
I AM right this MAN
”With constraint and money it doesn’t work…”
The spiritless home is like an emotionally fallen object, afflicts love, sincerity, beautiful words that love awakens.
Here I Live, or better say breathe. Being slightly overlooked by education, I have forgotten the cleaner’s broom, I have reached the heights of eternity!
Royal room, enriching the veranda I spend thousands of Euros, there are hundreds of books I have never read.
The appearance of the lagoon breaks the day, it is a landscape that inspires, cares for love, feeds the artists.
I admit
I have no idea, I am not creative, I do not hear whispers of golden letters!
I invited to the party the GOLDEN PEN, the wanderer, the arrogant, The BOHEMIAN …
At the moment of the zenith, at midnight, we’ve greeted and I welcomed him. Modest, unshaven. Oh, remarkable person, he was so happy!
We climbed the royal stairs to my library. Dilemma- the fear-respect captures me, how will the sincere noble man react!!
He browsed several pages of poetry, glitters on his face, apocalypse happened, titanic collapsed again, virgin poems are suffering!!!
With thin voice said: go back to your profit, back to Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby parties, at that world you are original !!! Even if you are tendered with a little makeup, you still are rich !!
The damage becomes too great if you continue to violate the letters, mislead the verses, try to deceive poems, honestly
you will be humiliated, ridiculed, worthless … you will never taste eternity, BUT anathema will be waiting for you!
Down of the granite stairs, lying on the resting place, was almost naked, the hazy eyes glittered. She offered her hand, it was so soft, oily skin, the lips poured out the unmistakable humidity of rampant lust.
The poet, caught in the trap, did not surrender to the magic of the creature, this supernatural beauty that enslaves, supports the surrender.
I do guess, the emotions of Loyalty to the Queen at Home even more boasted Bohemian.
Whispered: every enriched letter, duplicated, elaborated text is SHAME …you do understand my friend!
Evening, the city as an inexhaustible source of defile.
Walking through the streets of the city, I saw a woman, dressed in almost a kilogram of gold, BUT half naked body lines poured in excess kilograms.
Defeated by half-naked creatures, with the cheapest perfumed products, silence laments to find the blessed place, the verses that are donating eternity…
… life this is short
Conditions, the purpose
feathers, pen lovers
are poor in having enough time …
TODAY I!
…in this WORLD of injustice and sick selfishnes
we hardly breathe
feudal capitalism continues to rule
definitely rights are stifled
freedom is limited
life insurance is conditional
same shoes whether communism, socialism or capitalism
I live life of a number
skin mark that recalls the robotization of the most fundamental being
humanity is entering the world shell of human existence
having us in arrest as the most sophisticated form of mental health blindness…
… two days ago I met 64 years old The Queen, same as my age ..
-Listen said, I’ll tell you something, but be careful do not hurry and try to understand me!
Her exquisite calm voice brought a warm smile on my face.
– Yes, please say it.
… she looked at me as if she was saying to calm down, to have patience, to accept without a misunderstanding her suggestions!
– Before you judge history or unverified sayings, you might sink into a labyrinth of blind road. Fight jealousy, this severe mental illness!
To relatives, strangers, children, to the poor stretch out the hand of kindness, mercy, by no means do not offend, do not slander. I advise you first to find your own mistakes, the ones in your being and then to point finger towards your neighbor, brother! O beloved man, when you learn these basic rules of life you can freely say that you have reached maturity of age, life and love!
Not too surprised I said ..
-I understood, but I knew this even earlier!
She looked at me once again, as though repeating.
No, no, you have not yet learned the philosophy of life, but I hope you will learn it soon, before it’s too late!
…. offended and extremely irritated I turned my head and walked beyond the Stone Bridge towards the conscience.
That night, perhaps overwhelmed by the ignorance I wrote this confession, I promised Tyran Prizren Spahiu that from now on will not judge anyone without revision of myself …. I promised my modest nature to be at the level of a common man, not to exhaust the lust of people who deserve respect, trust, writing opportunities! … I should appreciate with prudence … try not rape history, do not neglect people with different opinions, color, religion, nationality, THEY have to be respected ………….. I think now I have found highway of life, I can say that I am a man of obedience, maturity. I am confident I will address PEOPLE with care, devotion…. while the others, eh the others .. will be INVISIBLE for my eyes, most probably morally condemned, anathematized in this life, perhaps even beyond…
Tyran Prizren Spahiu
