Bilall Maliqi (Presheva)

Bilall Maliqi (Presheva)
Bilall Maliqi is a writer, poet and publicist, was born in on 08.04.1969 in a village ElezBAli, municipality of Presheva. He writes poetry and prose for children and adults, h e deals also with literature critics. He is the author of 21 works: poetry for children, for adults, prose for children and adults, journalism and literary critics.
Anthologies: the magazine
Panorama by the authors of South East Kosova “ Sigh for Earth “ by the author Hysen Keqiku (2004) ;
In lexicon “ authors of Albanian Literature for children and adults 1886- 2009” by prof. as.dr. Astrit Bishqemi;
in poetical antology Albanian- Swedish “Fllamande Ballad” by Sokol Demaku (2009);
In poetical anthology “The Echo of Centuries”by Sokol Demaku, (2010).
In poetical anthology by dr. Fatmir Terziu “ Virgin Tears, (2012);
In Belgium Poetical Anthology French-Albanian “ Anthologie de poetes Albanophones(2012);
Maliqi is a founder and editor in chief of the magazine
“Qendresa” which is published in Presheva Valley.
Maliqi is a president of association of Presheva writers;
Maliqi is a member of League of Writers of Kosova;
Member of Ars Club “ Beqir Musliu” Gjilan;
Member of the board “ Atunis”
President of “Atunis Lugina” in Presheva.
An evening of longing
Beyond the pages
That are softened
From the sea waves
I walk attracted
From the aroma
Of warmth and vibrancy
For the first time
I enjoy the tide of waves
Beyond the city
Lamps were cracking
Darkness with light
Wetted beauties…
Valleys raised
With their wrinkles
Convess longing
Of waiting
Their heights
As they are assembled
Among themselves
For times gone by
Below them
The river
Is refreshed by waives
Of Arberia, are those
Through time…
Winds of the Sea
While crashing
And rinsing the sand
The vertical width
Thousands of souls
Challenge the warmth
Of the king
And in the sea’s stomach
The ships slowly
Are bending
Our walk.
Enjoyable atmosphere
Encompasses the lungs
They emerge from the sea
A contrast of colors from a mountain
Are erupting abrumptly
The inflated surface
Of a turbulent longing
Life of art
Of an open undersky
My dreams frightningly
Are destroyed.

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