Agim Gjakova is the son of two teachers and patriotic activists for the liberation of Kosovo from Italian Fascism and German Nazism. His father was arrested by Italian fascists and tortured cruelly to let him die some days after. His mother managed to educate his eight years son.
\nAgim Gjakova was born on the 11th of July 1935. He finished elementary and middle school in 1952 in his town Gjakova, and began to study at the Faculty of Philosophy, University of Belgrade. During this period he founded the Association of Albanian Students studying in Belgrade, named “Endeavour”. For his opposition against the denationalization and cruel treating of Albanian people by Yugoslav (Serbian) tyrannical regime he was jailed three times, sent to a concentration camp and at last expelled from ex-Yugoslavia as persona non grata and deported to Albania in 1960.
\n\u200bHe worked as a teacher in Kavaja, Albania, (1960-1962). In 1966 he finished studies in the Faculty of History-Philology at the University of Tirana. From that time he worked in some places as teacher, editor-translator, screenwriter etc.
\nIn June 1999 he came back to Kosovo. He worked as an editor for culture in the newspaper “The world today” till 2006, when he retired.
\nBut as \u201cdictatorship has no nationality\u201d (dictum of Agim Gjakova) he was admitted badly by Albanian dictatorship regime. For his creativity with a democratic and humanist soul he was half ignored and half isolated, supervised at all times wildly by State Security of Albania until 1990, and some of his works were edited after the overthrowing the dictatorship.
\nIn the Plenum of the Writers and Artists of Albania in 1967, he forwarded the request to support the treatment of subjects from the life of Kosovo Albanians who were massacred, deported to Turkey etc. This was received very badly by the “elite governing party”. He was accused that he raises issues contrary to the party line. He was on the brink of being jailed.
\nFollowing the publication of the novel “In search of the truth”, which was charged in plenum of the Writers as a-historical and tarnishing the reality, very dangerous accusations. In this sequence for the poetry collection “Roots renewed” (“I shoot dreams with stones”), which was banned from publication, Committee Plenum of the Party of Labour of Albania accused him: Counter Party ideology, Party politics, socialist construction, hermetic and warmongers as he treated some motives from Kosovo. Since then his name was first on the list of seven or eight persons as “maker is bound to err ideologically” and, as his works were not in accordance with the appetites of dictatorship\u2019s regime.<\/p>\n
Poetry<\/p>\n
My wife<\/strong><\/p>\n Evergreen leaf in my album of life how quickly my weary temples rattled smile once more for me ah, what feelings impulses ardors For e smile I envy everybody The hind and the sea<\/strong><\/p>\n She frisks sheds tears flirts with the sea enrage discharges hastens confesses the flower petals wraps her wholly the sea shrinks kneeling sinful I am playing on the sand playing for fun!<\/p>\n The bottom \u2013 the head<\/strong><\/p>\n I the poet of the end of the globe Why the poet of the end of the globe They say that I am e disturber Why the poet of the end of the globe because my love is to all I had forgotten that the globe can be turned Agim Gjakova is the son of two teachers and patriotic activists for the liberation of Kosovo from Italian Fascism and German Nazism. His father was arrested by Italian fascists and tortured cruelly to let him die some days after. His mother managed to educate his eight years son. Agim Gjakova was born on the 11th […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":3546,"comment_status":"open","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":[171,162],"tags":[],"book_author":[],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/780"}],"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\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=780"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/780\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3545,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/780\/revisions\/3545"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3546"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=780"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=780"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=780"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=780"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=780"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwhen the winds wafted me before myself
\nmore clear than day more unbounded then night
\nthe darting of dawn all these long years
\nwhile my sky was your face through the railings
\nyour seasoned smiling remained my space<\/p>\n
\nwhen the dew of time began to moisten your eyes
\nmy recollections were stiffened into
\nrocky wrinkles (furrows)
\nand a flake of snow fshsht! was added to my head<\/p>\n
\nthe light on the face frightens the wild darkness in a recess
\nand my stare as of a lion you soothe
\nsmile once more for me
\nas a caravan of ants thoughts
\nnip my cerebrum
\nsuck the poison as bird one by one grain beans
\nsmile once more for me
\nlet colors move deeper beyond the time<\/p>\n
\nit lures!<\/p>\n
\nthere are years that heart has forgotten that ornament.<\/p>\n
\ndrops drips sprinkles waves
\nthe hind the doe the gold-horned<\/p>\n
\nvery old too endurable enormously emotional<\/p>\n
\ntrickle flake breeze bud
\nflares flies wings whiffs<\/p>\n
\nsound-full colored soft face-full\u2026<\/p>\n
\nstarted to go to head of this world
\nto se myself in the mirror of mankind<\/p>\n
\nThe devil asked<\/p>\n
\nthey say that my speech doesn’t know bounds
\nthey say that I don\u2019t has money
\nthey say. . and what they say not\u2026<\/p>\n
\nasked the angel<\/p>\n
\nmy dignity is uncompromised
\nmy sufferings are endless
\nI am e man<\/p>\n
\nSo with e little push I saw myself at the head.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"