{"id":5244,"date":"2024-05-28T19:43:12","date_gmt":"2024-05-28T19:43:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=5244"},"modified":"2024-05-28T19:43:12","modified_gmt":"2024-05-28T19:43:12","slug":"love-in-war-time-by-jeton-kelmendi-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/love-in-war-time-by-jeton-kelmendi-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Love in war time by Jeton Kelmendi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Jeton Kelmendi, Belgium\/Kosovo<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>LOVE IN WAR TIME<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I want them to happen<br \/>\nThese things<br \/>\nDifferently<br \/>\nFor example, a heavy fog fell on me,<br \/>\nAnd a border was easily<br \/>\nCrossed \u2014<br \/>\nTo pass there first of all<br \/>\nWhere a few months ago<br \/>\nI saw a girl<br \/>\nWith curly hair,<br \/>\nOnly saw her \u2014<br \/>\nAnd to dream later on, while<br \/>\nFalling in love.<\/p>\n<p>At the end<br \/>\nIt is war and we don\u2019t<br \/>\nknow the future<br \/>\nEvery day fighting with death<br \/>\nThese stories that<br \/>\nSomeone or whomever<br \/>\nFell for freedom,<br \/>\nOr other news,<br \/>\nSuch as the enemy<br \/>\nWas destroyed,<br \/>\nThese are daily routines.<br \/>\nPerhaps<br \/>\nTo share with someone<\/p>\n<p>That he desires love<br \/>\nDuring war time,<br \/>\nSomeone will think you are stupid<br \/>\nBut even in the fiercest fights<br \/>\nA soldier will never stop thinking about love<br \/>\nI have seen it in myself.<\/p>\n<p>In time of war<br \/>\nGod knows<br \/>\nHow the end will come,<br \/>\nPerhaps<br \/>\nNo time has space for love \u2014<br \/>\nTime tolls,<br \/>\nBut what if everyone planted<br \/>\nDeath<br \/>\nWho would harvest<br \/>\nLove?<\/p>\n<p>A poet thinks<br \/>\nthat the greatest loves<br \/>\nAre born in war time.<br \/>\nPerhaps,<br \/>\nPerhaps \u2014 exceeding the imagination<br \/>\nOf a bible story,<br \/>\nOr<br \/>\nEven the most illustrated stories<br \/>\nOf Lorca and Hemingway.<br \/>\nSimply<br \/>\nLove is another war,<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s an infinite war<br \/>\nEven the longest war<br \/>\nLonger than any other.<br \/>\nBut weapons are<br \/>\nSomething else:<br \/>\nHeart, Soul and Sex.<\/p>\n<p>I came for myself<br \/>\nAnd went<br \/>\nRight to the center of stage.<br \/>\nThere is war.<br \/>\nAre you looking at it, day by day<br \/>\nLife is becoming even more boring:<br \/>\nThis is how it started<br \/>\nMy mind confused me,<br \/>\nAnd with happiness we were ready<br \/>\nFor a little more love.<\/p>\n<p>Is this a dream or anti-dream;<br \/>\nNot sure<br \/>\nIf someone will ask,<br \/>\nToday \u2014<br \/>\nBut, surprisingly,<br \/>\nIt happened.<br \/>\n99 times, I have been able to die<br \/>\nAll 99.<br \/>\nWithout war,<br \/>\nHow can love begin ?<\/p>\n<p>It cannot be imagined.<br \/>\nThere is love, and war.<\/p>\n<p>Late night<br \/>\nThe moon has forgotten<br \/>\nTo come outside,<br \/>\nA soldier returns, departs<br \/>\nFor other front lines;<br \/>\nWhen there is love during war time<br \/>\nWar continues\u2026<br \/>\nThis is a soldier of a soldier.<\/p>\n<p><em><br \/>\nNovember 1999, sometime in the War of Kosovo.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Born in the city of Peja, Kosovo Jeton Kelmendi is a poet, player, publicist, translator, publisher, university professor, academic, and active member of the European Academy of Science and Arts in Salzburg Austria. He has published 11 poetry books, 12 books in sciences politics and he has translated 70 books. He is the most translated albanian poet.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>DASHURI N<\/strong>\u00eb<strong> KOH\u00cb LUFTE<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nNganj\u00ebher\u00eb dua t\u00eb ndodhin<br \/>\nKrejt gj\u00ebrat<br \/>\nNdryshe<br \/>\nP\u00ebr shembull, me ra mjegulla e dendur,<br \/>\nSa t\u00eb kalohet m\u00eb leht\u00eb<br \/>\nKufiri,<br \/>\nT\u00eb kalohet atypari<br \/>\nKu disa muaj m\u00eb par\u00eb<br \/>\nKam par\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb<br \/>\nKa\u00e7urrele,<br \/>\nS\u00eb paku ta shoh me sy<br \/>\nE ta \u00ebnd\u00ebrroj pastaj<br \/>\nDuke b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri.<\/p>\n<p>Fundja<br \/>\nLuft\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe luft\u00ebs<br \/>\nNuk i dihet:<br \/>\nP\u00ebrdit\u00eb duke e mundur vdekjen<br \/>\nNgjarje t\u00eb tilla<br \/>\nSe filani e fisteku<br \/>\nRan\u00eb p\u00ebr liri,<br \/>\nApo edhe lajme tjera,<br \/>\nSi p.sh. armikut iu asgj\u00ebsuan<br \/>\nKaq e kaq&#8230;<br \/>\nK\u00ebto pra jan\u00eb p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebri.<br \/>\nNdoshta<br \/>\nT\u2019i thuash dikujt<br \/>\nSe n\u00eb koh\u00eb lufte d\u00ebshiron<br \/>\nDashuri,<br \/>\nDikush t\u00eb merr p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb,<br \/>\nPor edhe n\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjakshmet<br \/>\nLuft\u00ebra,<br \/>\nUshtari mendjen s\u2019e heq prej dashuris\u00eb<br \/>\nAt\u00eb koh\u00eb vet\u00eb e kam par\u00eb.<\/p>\n<p>Koh\u00eb lufte \u00ebsht\u00eb<br \/>\nZoti e di<br \/>\nSi do t\u2019i vij\u00eb fundi,<br \/>\nNdoshta<br \/>\nAs koh\u00eb s\u2019ka m\u00eb p\u00ebr dashuri,<br \/>\nKoha e b\u00ebn t\u00eb veten<br \/>\nPor, sikur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb t\u00eb mbjellin<br \/>\nVdekjen,<br \/>\nKush do ta korrte<br \/>\nDashurin\u00eb.<\/p>\n<p>Poeti mendon<br \/>\nSe dashurit\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdha<br \/>\nLindin n\u00eb koh\u00eb luft\u00ebrash,<br \/>\nNdoshta,<br \/>\nNdoshta tejkalojn\u00eb p\u00ebrmasat<br \/>\nE nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfimi biblik,<br \/>\nOse<br \/>\nEdhe historit\u00eb m\u00eb fantastike<br \/>\nT\u00eb Lork\u00ebs dhe Heminguejit,<br \/>\nThjesht<br \/>\nDashuria \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb luft\u00eb tjet\u00ebr,<br \/>\nM\u00eb e p\u00ebrjetshmja luft\u00eb,<br \/>\nM\u00eb e gjat\u00eb<br \/>\nSe \u00e7do luft\u00eb tjet\u00ebr,<br \/>\nPor arm\u00ebt jan\u00eb<br \/>\nTjera:<br \/>\nZemra, Shpirti dhe Seksi.<\/p>\n<p>I dola vetes dore<br \/>\nDhe vajta<br \/>\nMu te kryepersonazhi.<br \/>\nLuft\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb<br \/>\nA po e sheh dita-dit\u00ebs<br \/>\nJeta po b\u00ebhet m\u00eb e m\u00ebrzitshme:<br \/>\nK\u00ebshtu disi<br \/>\nM\u00eb ka rrapllua mendja,<br \/>\nTeksa<br \/>\nMe qejf t\u00eb madh po b\u00ebheshim gati<br \/>\nP\u00ebr pak dashuri.<\/p>\n<p>\u00ebnd\u00ebrr apo zhgj\u00ebnd\u00ebrr,<br \/>\nAs sot<br \/>\nS\u2019jam i sigurt n\u00ebse m\u00eb pyet<br \/>\nDikush,<br \/>\nPor, nj\u00eb \u00e7udi e madhe<br \/>\nPat ndodhur<br \/>\n99 her\u00eb kam mundur t\u00eb vdes<br \/>\n99-\u00ebn.<br \/>\nPa luftuar,<br \/>\nSi fillon koha e dashuris\u00eb<br \/>\nAs q\u00eb merret me mend,<br \/>\nHaj dashuria bre, he lufta.<\/p>\n<p>Nat\u00eb e von\u00eb<br \/>\nDhe H\u00ebna sikur ka harruar<br \/>\nT\u00eb dal\u00eb,<br \/>\nKthehet ushtari, niset<br \/>\nBetejave t\u00eb reja.<\/p>\n<p>Nj\u00ebmend \u00ebsht\u00eb dashuri n\u00eb koh\u00eb lufte,<br \/>\nLufta vazhdon&#8230;<br \/>\nHe ushtar ushtari.<\/p>\n<p><em>N\u00ebntor 1999, diku gjat\u00eb luft\u00ebs n\u00eb Kosov\u00eb.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I lindur n\u00eb qytetin e Pej\u00ebs, Kosova Jeton Kelmendi \u00ebsht\u00eb poet, dramaturg, publicist, p\u00ebrkthyes, botues, profesor universitar, akademik dhe an\u00ebtar aktiv i Akademis\u00eb Evropiane t\u00eb Shkencave dhe Arteve n\u00eb Salzburg Austri. Ka botuar 11 libra me poezi, 12 libra nga fusha e politik\u00ebs dhe ka p\u00ebrkthyer 70 libra. Ai \u00ebsht\u00eb poeti shqiptar m\u00eb i p\u00ebrkthyer.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jeton Kelmendi, Belgium\/Kosovo LOVE IN WAR TIME Sometimes I want them to happen These things Differently For example, a heavy fog fell on me, And a border was easily Crossed \u2014 To pass there first of all Where a few months ago I saw a girl With curly hair, Only saw her \u2014 And to [&hellip;]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":5077,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[171],"tags":[],"book_author":[],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5244"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5244"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5244\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5245,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5244\/revisions\/5245"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5077"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5244"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5244"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5244"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=5244"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=5244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}