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Ekrem Ajruli, Makedonija,roen 1957 u Tetovu, Makedonija.pie poeziju, prie, satiru...

O prijatelju

Pjesnik, satiriar, kritiar, sanjar.

Da, etiri imena vrijede kako unutar

linosti, tako i u knjievnoj

sveobuhvatnosti lika i djela Ekrema

Ajrulija. Njegova pjesnika snaga jeste u

jednostavnosti boja rijei koje stvaraju

kolorit reenica a odraavaju njegov

grijeh - ljubav ka istini, ma kakva ona

bila. Iako se ponekad nepaljivom

etau moe priiniti da je pred njimautor koji se jo uvijek trai unutar

mree nadanja, ve u sljedeem koraku

biva protresen sutinom jednostavne

istine ovoga kritiara. I sanjara.

Nadasve. Jer kod njega nada nikada nije

naputena. ak tavie, on je nada sui

generis (sam po sebi.) Kako sam to

mogao zakljuiti iz njegove poezije? Ne,

njegova poetika je samo otisak

unutranje due linosti Ekremove. A

zakljuio sam veoma subjektivno jer mi

je prijatelj. Iskren. Prijateljstvo je

kompromis razliitosti. Zajednike.

Poezija je nadgradnja. Kako njegova,

tako i moja.

Rije urednika

Sabahudin Hadiali

About a friend

The poet, satirist, critic,

dreamer.Yes, four names that

are valid within the personality,

as well as within iterary figures

and works of

comprehensiveness of Ekrem

Ajrulija. His poetic power lies in

the simplicity of colors of words

which creates color of

sentences that reflect the colorof his sin - to love the truth,

whatever it was. Although

sometimes it may seem to

careless hikers that he faces an

author who is still searching

within the network of hopes,

but in the next step is being

shaken with essence of this

simple truth of him - critic. And

dreamer. Above all. Because

with him the hope was never

abandoned. In fact, he is thehopesui generis. How could I

gather that from his

poetry? No, I have not, because

his poetry is just the print of

the inner soul of Ekrem's

personality. And I concluded

very subjective because he is

my friend. Honest. Friendship

is a compromise of

differences.Common

one. Poetry is an upgrade. As it

is his and...mine.

Editor's word

Sabahudin Hadzialic


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Pjesme na albanskom jeziku Pjesme na engleskom jeziku (prevod)

MIQT

Kudo thikart mbjellin trishtim

do dit prplasemi me llumin

Krkoj mik t shpreh shqetsimin

Miq i kam poetin dhe lumin

Sodis ecjen e tyre stoike

do val do varg me mua flet

Bota sht plot llovrak e llumNdaj bjeru mik poet

Ky rreth sht prplot handrak

Ndaj merri gjrat shtruar, pa ngutFjala jote sht zjarr q frugullon

Mik ti nuk je Dhmbsut

POETI

Nuk sht gjeth

q e bart lumi kah t don

sht gurzjarr q djeg

sht gjektim q shungullon

PLEQRIA

Pleqria nis afrohet

Si bilbili n deg fiku

Splaket shpirti i poetit

Rrudhet ca vetm fiziku

Kurr nuk jepet

nuk dorzohet as sht treturSsht si i ca t tjerve

Nt 50-tat gjallvdekur

Zemra e tij gurgac

Krkon pran nj cop eshke

Me t rnn e masatit

I v flakn tr nj bjeshke

Friends

Felons sow deep sadness everywhere

We clash with sludge every day

I am seeking a friend to express them my disruption

The poet and the river are my mates.

I observe their stoic march

Every wave, every string talks to me

The world is full of hatch wastes

Thus, hit them my poet friend.

This area with full of movement

Thus, take things easy, without tearYour word is a scorching fire

My friend, you are not a dumb mare.

The poet

He is not a leaf

To be taken away by the rivers

He is a burning firestone

A rumble which shivers.

Senility

Senility is coming by

As a bird upon trees of fig

The poets soul never gets old

Only the physique wrinkles up a bit.

It never gives up, nor resigns

It does not waste away

It does not resemble some others soul

That is living dead in their middle age.

His heart as a firestoneIs looking for a piece of punk

By beating the flintstone steel

He fires up a whole highland.


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M

Pate thn ta heq kt ves

Ndaj duhanin nuk e dua

Por cigaren se shmang dot

Ngase digjet ve pr mua

TAKAT

Takat tua elegante

shkelin zshm mbi asfalt

hapi yt hap gazele

drithrim m shti n shtat

sjan t thjeshta si do taka

t prmbytura n balt e djers

jan taka t prkryera

zgjojn kureshtjen n mngjes

E NDJEJ...

Mallin tnd si vjen

rreze dielli djeg n ball

shpirti im zog qielli

ka nevoj pr tu mall

at shikim xix stralli

syri yt din ta derdhzemra ime shpuz deti

din mir si ta mbledh

kto visare kaq t shtrenjta

i fsheh thell nfund t detit

i prkdhel i ledhatoj

oqean zemra e poetit

More

You said I should get rid of this vice

Thus tobacco I dislike

But I wont avoid cigarettes

Since they burn just for me alike.

Heels

Your elegant heels

Step loudly on the road

Your pace as a gazelle walk

Shivers my whole body mode.

Theyre not as vague as some other heels

Stifled in mud and sweat

They are just perfect heels

That stir the curiosity, I bet.

I feel

I feel your longing coming

As a sun ray that heats the fore

My soul a heavenly bird

Has the urge to cheer up more.

Your eyes know to spread that look

That resembles to a flint twinkleMy soul as a sea sponge

Has the skill to absorb it wholly.

You hide these costly treasuries

At the bottom of the sea

I cuddle up and caress them

An ocean is the poets sympathy.


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