The army of nobodies
They’ve encroach the grass of the neighbor’s territory
I was not the neighbor that sowed saplings of Sycamore tree
My pomegranate garden
Unfolded leafs and showed luxurious fertility
And brought the Balm of Gilead
Straight from Parsifal right in the center of the orchard
A huge shadow ficus religiosa
You may circle around
Exactly one thousand years in a row
But they will not allow you to enlighten
Amidst them I was crowded
Absorbing consciously
The odor of their emptiness
Yet I shall recite again the 99th Psalm of
Celestial Intelligencer
Pity myself
Scars on my face
Each time I forgot to mention God’s name by every breathe
taking
Conscious process
I may sing Joy
Oh pity nobodies yet you are unable to feel what you
possessed in your veins
In vain I may call freedom
To establish its conquest but you are the pity ones that
swallowed
All your dreams and hopes
Elixir
There’s only a dew of elixir in the bottom of the empty cup
sleeping as lamb
Now they call it heart, I call it polluted spirit, and you
may call it ruby pomegranate granules
But we the simplest so called human entities jointly may
only Love and this is sufficient
To suffer for the thousand years and a day more
The one who cares not is the luckiest mundane ignorant but
I’m the one alike who outpours his quintessential not knowing for whom
Not knowing for what reason a purpose never show its
glamour in advance
For warning, for love or even for sake of its purest
manifestation
In times when words were queued in the thread abundantly
curved in bobbin from the human scalp
The necklace of verse is fading its shine no sparkling
truths gurgles from its spring to obey our thirsts
We the thirsty souls for divine morsel wandering in here as
the spirits of suicide victims
Empty stomachs of enfant terrible only for the grasp of the
truth they never hear even as the sound of insect
Never as the sound of falling frozen spirit in jade that
you may later see as the Galatea of divine maternal essence
A cornucopia of latent blessings waits
A deficit of Love outbursts proudly displaying its
genitalia without a drop of shame
I wander as a working bee searching for the nectar of
wisdom to feed my Queen bee
And bestow her eternal life with the royal jelly leaking
elegantly from the bottom to the navel
Charged circle
Black
Empty cans
No liquid evaporated
In the air full of pride
Polluted grains of soul
Lost their consistency
Pure fluids of light
Erupts as marshmallow bombs
Death squad penetrates deeply
Aiming to meet Anubis
A Tsunami whirled its wish
Passion and glutton declared independence
The dream of becoming a parallel nation
To co-habit with leukemia of creativity
A sex drive 4x4 retired
A crippled veteran of passion
Bags for the mercy of soulless utilitarian army of human
entity
Better said plankton a homo-plankton of miserable creatures
Even worms and larva are disgusted by our hatred
Fecal, a skunk of fear
An eclipse of love that spans for ages
From birth to death
A spectrum displays its ripeness
Ejaculates liberty as blast
A dazzling dance of shaped and amoeboid forms of
manifestation
Truth
Bitter the honey with suffer
Powder a chamomile with royal jelly and ginseng
All of sudden a wind blows
Spores of the old pines
White
The soul of parallel nation of Angeloid
Is striving pleasure of life?
Lives now
Perpetually woofs a rainbow muslin with the divine light
Inter-woofed dress
Newborn immaculate fellows
Perfuming
Oh those smell of paradise
Mint, Neroli, Oakmoss, Amber
A bouquet of divine pleasure
And Acacia kissed by a queen bee
Yes the queen of Enneagram
Of course
The work produces sweet essences
Oh Sarmouni of our Millennia
Melt the cataract-ic lance so they may see the beauty
Heal the flu so they may smell fresh ozone
A charged circle of light and love
Overwhelm
Remove the pulp from the reed
So may divine tune perform light?
Tao
May be your torchbearer
In the dark valley and by then you may see a spectrum
That encircles an infant fear
For an eternal life
Yet I kiss that that time sequence
Where Jin and Jang harmoniously co-habit
I a Feng Shui of Love
Defragmenter of hate’s files
Zipper of dark matrixes
Arranger
So you may know they do exists
So you try them in order to enjoy the sweetness of life’s
honey
In this porcelain valley
Where goodness and mischief
Hand in hand are gliding furiously
Alas pure the morning with dew of love
Oxidize hate with apple vinegar
Sing to celebrate both solstices and have a cup of vine
That swoon you
That filters all starry
Cells of brain and ganglia
Perfume her navel with rosewater and kiss, kiss, kiss
Do a divine Tantra
With all visible and invisible and semi-visible spirits
Kiss topaz of her eyes
Kiss ruby of her heart
Kiss diamond of her nail
Kiss cooper of her feet ankle
Kiss jade of her bones
Kiss sapphire of her cells
And a flame-y waterfall of hair
And a silky pubic…
Oh…kiss and kiss and kiss whatever belongs to her
Make her a necklace
With your purest and noblest spermatozoids
Then call her as you wish
Or simply Goddess that makes you Angeloid.
Sweet little Roma
I crossed the stone bridge
and listened the gurgle of white river’s water beneath
And the Church staying
proudly next to the Mosque as mirror to see her beauty
The fountain of drinking
water from the top of the cold hills flowing benevolently
Surrounded by the buzzing
manlike creatures unaware of the burden they carry
A approached a different
mendicant than my eyes use to capture as camera obscura
The boy was drinking Coke and
happily smiling to the crowd yet in his eyes
The azure blue formed a net
for the lovers, human and celestial beings alike
As spider waiting for the
victim that would proudly kiss the star in his forehead
The day was happy to find me
there slightly confused by the spring’s breeze
I was happy to be there and
embrace the Coke drinking boy sweet as all boys in the world
The angels that warns us to
Love unbiased
Questions of Angeloid
Am I plain stone?
To be thrown far from the eyesight
Am I skin of the tiger
To be stepped by soulless merchant
Am I blood soaked by relative fellow?
Am I a lost tribe’s leader?
To be adored as saint
Am I lost prophet?
To be searched in caves where the Jinni settled his colony
Am I a Jurassic fossil?
To be displayed in a crystal cube
Am I a jasmine essence?
To be smelled after third millennium
Am I lost planet
The curse of mankind
Am I paradigm of goodness?
To be diminished by surrenderance
Am I perfect mischief?
To be hailed as a Gospel chant
Am I wing of purple angel
To bring you shade
While you search for knowledge
Am I supersensible tune?
To be played by enlightened heartstring
Am I aerial spirit?
To bring you storm
In a midday when the sun
Reads its quatrain
Am I a cosmic fluid?
To be dispersed as a star dust
Am I divine enough?
To rejoice for a cosmic harmony
Am I the bell from the angel’s wings?
To bell the beginning of a new prophecy
Am I a saint that shows hardly his miracle?
To be later adored as Godling
Am I pure water from the desert’s spring?
To be drunk on the moment of death
Am I death of Art?
To be reborn by Theurgy
Am I a drunken lover in Love?
To be perished in the quantum of photon
Am I stupid to reveal a new discovery?
So you may pity or
You may salute and laude
And so, and so, and so on.
Theophany
You kiss me and stamp my existence
I kiss you and melt in God’s essence
The granular spittle that remains in my throat
A long day between winter and spring
My state known only by friends few of them
My Love felt by every creature
The bastards that sprinkles with their hatred
And those that converts their names and faith
This suffocating visible plurality of creatures and bizarre
manifestations
My spiritual nervation has strengthened
Soul cells are dancing the muttered nation’s dance called
Love
Those who make sex in the air as flies’ foals hatred babies
Can you kill babies is our question
We the invisible plurality of divine creatures and
manifestations
We the perpetual Theophany coruscate in pure hearts
As Sun in the dews of mornings full of vetyver, ambergris,
limonene, fragrance and a slight skunk of civet, moschus and the sweat men by
labor exhausted
We speak we sing we paint
With the act without exhaling a syllable from our holly
mouths
We sprinkle with the aureate dust
Straight we look at Saturn ring color eyes and the color of
peacock tale feather
We built a cube temple and play chess in cube
We love the terrain where the guests of Moses and Lot before him had passed through
We sing with Seraph of high realms we sing in sync
Here we bring joy in hearts of those who encroached in
procession through emerald macadam
Where you seldom pass
We know by heart the Al Jaffr and ten Sefirots and we read
the Liber Razielis
We accompanied Adam Kadmon in his solitude prior to
separation and embodiment in terrain that will be bloodied by human through
centuries
We have said to John to go in the river Jordan
For those who knows a little
We said to Waraka to prepare Muhammad to become the leader
of those who seek the truth
We said to Bahaullah to explain men to take after women and
the mother Earth
Otherwise in upcoming millennium the solely food of them
shall be kernels and water
We said to Gibran commence the Theurgy for upcoming
millennium being as solely artistic repose for creative men
We said to Fahredin write as much as possible and hush as a
canyon stone
Until he finds his echo point
We...
The Loom
Yet you are my dew in the petal of
eternity
You’ve
got few strings of mine
With
their painted threads
You’ve
set up the net
In
your loom
For
the tapestry of your last gammon
You
are happy in this delusion
You
enjoy your pace of life
While
you believe
Others
are blind
I’m
not that bad to salute your illusion
Even
in the moments when you think
You
are the Queen of the city
That
cocked the last blood supper
For
the Peninsula of hatred.
Wake
up three times I evoke
Don’t
let the abyss swallows
All
your dreams and hopes
So
the Divine may abandon you.
LE MÉTIER À TISSER
Pourtant, tu es ma rosée dans le pétale de l'éternité
Tu as quelques cordes de moi
Avec leurs fils peints.
Tu as installé la trame
Sur ton métier
Pour tisser la tapisserie de ta dernière fantaisie.
Tu es heureuse dans cette tromperie,
Tu jouis de ta façon de vivre,
Convaincue que les autres
Restent aveugles.
Je ne suis pas si mauvais pour saluer ta tromperie,
Même dans les moments où tu penses
Que tu es la reine de la ville
Je ne suis pas si mauvais pour saluer ta tromperie,
Même dans les moments où tu penses
Que tu es la reine de la ville
Qui as mijoté le dernier souper sanglant
Pour la péninsule de la haine.
Réveille-toi trois fois, comme je te le dis,
Ne laisse pas les abysses engloutir
Tous tes rêves et tes espoirs
Au point que le Divin lui-même t’abandonne.
Pour la péninsule de la haine.
Réveille-toi trois fois, comme je te le dis,
Ne laisse pas les abysses engloutir
Tous tes rêves et tes espoirs
Au point que le Divin lui-même t’abandonne.
Translated into French by
Academic Athanase Vantchev de Thracy, Paris
The zircon goblet
Flame
was the name of my obsession
Flame,
the blue,
Flame
of love
Flame
became purple of my compassion
Flame
the green
Flame
of spirit
Flame
was sparkling, my impression
Flame
of eternity
Flame
transparent glow
The
goblet became full
The
blood turned life
The
Calla was my move
The
Lilly of heaven
The
mist unfurled heavy
The
dust turned cloud
The
jewel remained beneath is precious
The
soul you keep turned LOVE
We.
Drink. In. Tribute. I. Die. Surely. But. Slowly.
We.
Feel. In. Unison. She. Embraces. Me.
The.
Zircon. Goblet. Outpoured. Blood.
The.
One. That. Transforms. In. Life. For. Ages.
The.
One. Lives. For. A. Day. And.
The sorbet of the Divine
for those I met
Arbor had fear,
From a passing stranger
I fed the canary while
They sung in unison
Scared they flew away
A stranger approached me
I was about to faint
The crimson ground
Made tectonic sliding
We feared death
She lives in a distance
Yet she lives with my
Breath and the soul
Radiates in her ether
She remembers the Lilly
I brought from the garden
Of certitude, and
The roses in a blasting white
I bestow as a final touch
Where freedom smells Love
The two-sided medal
Has the love pentacle
At the abyss of the surface
I taught on Kernel of the Kernel
She prayed in the biggest Temple
In synergy with the rolling through
My burning cheek, fried
I evoked Salamanders
To extinguish the fire
With the fire
The crystalline cup
Of the wine, Divine to obey
My thirst
The wisdom approached in
An old fashion
The knowledge bangs
The manifestation of freedom.
The Love eternal Lady
Wowed the platinum thread
An oracle tapestry
She made
I sat there…
I felt there…
I saw there.
Those I met in
The realm of the hanged forms
I saw her dark sapphire eyes
That kept the beauty Secret
The body that sticks
All fallen stars and
The heart of her
That is a sarcophagus of
The secrets; of the chosen
Her voice is the symphony
Of the golden leaf wheat
And the hush of a Sybil
The argument written in
a forehead
Bears testimony
What the holy womb bears
The witnesses are
Two lights
The Angel of the left and the angel
Of the right shoulder
She recognizes the seal of
A prodigy’s
scalp,
And double up and down turned
Triangles
In my Plexus
She is not Mary
She is not Amina
She is not Bathsheba
She is in a circle of curiosity
I’m in the square of stability
Who cares for the mouth?
Of the Cantankerous
The conundrum is set Mandala
The white rose of my being
Bleeds the blue
Because I Love eternally
As a Luna full
Careless of the barking
For a quantum of a moment
I disperse in those I met
They hardly recognize
The quintessence of the “I”
They only remember
Occasionally
The smell of the rose
Even this is for me
A Sufficient Something
I may only rest and
Breath as infant
Marked with the seal
In his forehead
Il sorbetto della Divinità
per coloro che ho incontrato
Arbor aveva paura,
Da uno sconosciuto di passaggio
Ho dato da mangiare al canarino mentre
Cantavano all'unisono
Spaventati volarono via
Uno sconosciuto mi si avvicinò
Stavo per svenire
Il terreno cremisi
Fece slittamenti tettonici
Noi abbiamo avuto paura di morire
Essa vive lontano
Eppure lei vive col mio
Respiro e la mia anima
Si irradia nel suo spirito
Essa ricorda il giglio
Che ho portato dal giardino
Della certezza, e
Le rose di un bianco brillante
I mi do come tocco finale
Dove la libertà odora di Amore
La medaglia a due facce
Ha il pentacolo di amore
Nell’ abisso della superficie
Ho insegnato sul Kernel del Kernel
Ella ha pregato nel tempio più grande
In sinergia con il suo rotolarsi
La mia guancia ardente, ha fritto
Lacrime di cristallo trasformate in madreperla
Ho evocato Salamandre
Per spegnere il fuoco
Con il fuoco
La coppa cristallina
Del vino, Divina ad obbedire
Alla mia sete
La saggezza si è avvicinata in
Un vecchio stile
La conoscenza urta
La manifestazione di libertà.
L 'amore eterna Signora
Ha entusiasmato il filo di platino
Un arazzo di oracolo
Ha fatto
Si è seduta là ...
L’ho percepita là ...
Ho visto là.
Coloro che ho incontrato nel
Regno delle forme appese
Ho visto i suoi occhi di zaffiro scuro
Che tenevano la bellezza Segreta
Il corpo che si attacca
Tutte le stelle cadute e
Il cuore di lei
che è un sarcofago dei
Segreti, degli eletti
La sua voce è la sinfonia
Del grano dorato a foglia
E il silenzio di una Sibilla
L'argomento scritto in
Una fronte
Ne porta la testimonianza
Ciò che il santo grembo porta
I testimoni sono
Due luci
L'Angelo della sinistra e l'angelo
Della spalla destra
Lei riconosce il sigillo del
Scalpo di un prodigio,
E doppiamente su e giù capovolti
Triangoli
Nel mio plesso
Lei non è Maria
Lei non è Amina
Lei non è Betsabea
Lei è in un cerchio di curiosità
Sono il quadrato della stabilità
Chi si preoccupa della bocca?
Dell’ irascibile
L'enigma è impostato Mandala
La rosa bianca del mio essere
Sanguina l'azzurro
Perché Amo eternamente
Come un pieno di Luna
Incurante dei latrati
Per un quanto di un momento
Io disperdo in coloro che ho incontrato
Essi riconoscono a malapena
La quintessenza dell’ "io"
Essi si limitano a ricordare
Occasionalmente
Il profumo della rosa
Anche questo è per me
Un qualcosa che è sufficiente
Posso solo riposare e
Respirare come un bambino
Segnato con il sigillo
Sulla sua fronte
Translated by Peppino Riso
Le mie piogge e i miei venti
(Traduzione di Mario Rigli)
Ventosa polvere di stelle
Auguri completamente
dispersi
Tu aspetti
Il sacrificio del
piccione;
bianco come neon
Lei vola sopra la nostra
testa
Costruisce il nido
Per la progenie della
Libertà
Ti bacio nel punto
Dove la stella ha
sigillato
La pelle avvolta
Per vedere l'invisibile
Il tuo vestito
Un abito pesante
Broccato in oro e platino
Mussola intrecciata con
damasco
Dappertutto
Sprigiona profumo di Oud
(1)
E infonde una calda
brezza orientale
Nel mio corpo occidentale
Vittima della Croce
Qualcuno vuole
Che prevalga la pace nel
nostro regno
Qualcuno vuole leggere i
miei scritti
Proprio come essi
desiderano leggerli
Un qualcosa che vola con
leggerezza
Terre davanti alle
spiagge
Noi divertiti e
sconcertati
Nel sopportare i passati
esteriori
Siamo
Silenziosi come una
pietra
Eretta nella Terra di
mezzo
Ogni tipo di spezie e di
specie
Anche anche di pezzi e di
fette (2)
Originali e mescolati
Parola per parola
Con infinita gratitudine
Calici di ambrosia
Beviamo in nome del
Supremo
Stasera piogge e venti si
sono calmati.
1. L'Oud è uno strumento a corde orientale. Una
leggenda araba attribuisce all'oud una storia illustre, che risale alla notte
dei tempi, attribuendone l'invenzione a Lamak, nipote di Adamo ed Eva. Secondo gli storici musicali, progenitori dell'oud risalgono all'antico
Egitto.
2.
Questi due versi: “All kinds of spices and species/Even slices and
pieces” per la rima ed il gioco di parole sono di difficile resa in italiano.
My rains and winds
Stardust
winded
Wishes
dispersed throughout
You
wait
The
sacrificing pigeon;
as white as neon
She
flies over our head
Builds
the nest
For
the progeny of Liberty
I
kiss you in the spot
Where
the star sealed
The
enveloped skin
To
see the unseen
Your
dress
A
heavy couture
All
brocade, gold and platinum
Twisted
muslin with the damask
All over
Releasing
the smell of Oud
To
bring hot Oriental breeze
In
my Occidental body
A
victim for the Cross
Somebody
wants to
Peace
prevail in our realm
Somebody
wants to read my writing
Jus
as they wish to read
A
flying something lightly
Lands
in the front of the shores
We
by stand the external bygones
Amused
and bewildered
We
are
Silent
as stone
Erected
in the midland
All
kinds of spices and species
Even
slices and pieces
Verbatim’
and Originals
Assembled
Never-ending
gratitude
Goblets
of Ambrose
We
drink in the name of the Supreme
Tonight
rains and winds ceased
1. The Oud is an Eastern stringed instrument. An Arab
legendattaches all'oud an illustrious history, dating back to ancient times,attributing the invention to Lamak, grandson of Adam and
Eve. According to historians, music, oud ancestors date back to ancient Egypt.
2. These two verses: "All kinds of spices and species / Even slices and pieces" for the rhyme and wordplay are difficult given in Italian.
2. These two verses: "All kinds of spices and species / Even slices and pieces" for the rhyme and wordplay are difficult given in Italian.
Il poeta Fahredin
Shehu stesso definisce il suo modo di comporre
“noetico”. La Noetica è quella psudo scienza filosofica che studia le
correlazioni dell'universo della mente (coscienza, anima, spirito)e ha come
oggetto di ricerca il cosiddetto "sesto senso" e un diverso rapporto
al conscio.Se si guarda l'etimologia della parola Noetica potrebbe stare anche
nel senso “di Noè”, e siccome è risaputo che il grande personaggio biblico
faceva uso, a volte non moderato, di vino, poesia noetica potrebbe significare
anche poesia sotto i fumi dell'ebbrezza. A parte la battuta io credo che la
poesia di Fahredin, più che alla Noetica si rifaccia al filone letterario e
poetico del “Nonsense” cioè espressione (parola, frase o altro) che appare
priva di significato. La letteratura del nonsenso, sia poesia che prosa, si
basa sull'equilibrio tra ordine e caos, tra senso compiuto e non. Spesso
presenta un mondo capovolto o alterato. Presenta frequentemente, ma non sempre,
una matrice umoristica, ma non è il caso di Fahredin. La correttezza formale è
spesso bilanciata da un caos semantico o dai doppi significati. Secondo Wim
Tigges l'effetto del nonsensi è spesso ottenuto per eccesso di significati, e
non per assenza. Per intenderci un esempio di Nonsense è la canzone “Cuccurucù
paloma” di Battiato, ma anche e soprattutto Il linguaggio onirico di James
Joyce nella novella Finnegans Wake e in certi passaggi di Dubliners e
dell'Ulisse. Ma anche Edward Lear (1812-1888) e Lewis Carroll (1832-1898), John
Lennon, Frank Zappa, Rino Gaetano e ancora giù giù Nino Frassica o la celebre
“Supercazzola con scappellamento a destra come fosse Antani” degli Amici miei
di Monicelli.
BIOGRAFÍA DEL POETA
Fahredin
Shehu born in Rahovec,
South East of Kosova, in 1972. graduated at Prishtina University, Oriental
Studies. M.A. in Literature. PhD in Sacral Estethics- ongoing. Actively works
on Calligraphy discovering new mediums and techniques for this specific for of
plastic art.
Published books:
- NUN-
collection of mystical poems, 1996
author’s edition,
- INVISIBLE
PLURALITY- Poetical prose, 2000, author’s edition
- NEKTARINA-
Novel, Transcendental Epic, 2004, publishing House, Rozafa Prishtinë-
project of Ministry of Culture Sport and Youth of Kosova
- ELEMENTAL
99- Short poetical mystical stories, 2006, Center for positive thinking,
Prishinë
- KUN-
collection of transcendental lyrics, 2007, Publishing House LOGOS-A,
Skopje, Macedonia.
Issues on papers and magazines:
The
Book of Poetry E-Book in Ronin press,
London, UK
The
book of Poetry in Nadwah Press, Hong Kong
Poetry
on Magazine of Center for Humanistic studies GANI BOBI, Prishtinë
Essays
on Journal “Oriental Studies”, Kosova Orientalist’s Association.
Poetry in Magazine STAV- Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina
Poetry in Magazine ZIVOT- Sarajevo, Bosnia and
Herzegovina
Poetry in Magazine ULAZNICA- Zrenjanin, Vojvodina
Poetry in Magazine URRA- Tirana, Albania
Poetry in Magazine POETA- Belgrade, Serbia
Poetry
in Magazine, ISTANBUL LITERARY REVIEW, Istanbul,
Turkey
Poetry
in Magazine, MOBIUS MAGAZINE, New York,
USA
Poetry in Magazine OBELISK, Tirana, Albania
THE
WORLD POETS QUARTERLY (multilingual) VOLUME No. 58, Bei Jing, China
THE
WORLD POETS YEARBOOK 2009, Bei Jing,
China
Poetry
at Sarajevske Sveske 2010, Sarajevo,
Bosnia
Poetry
in Balkan writers, Belgrade, Serbia
Poetry
at Poetas del Mundo, Santiaogo de Chile
Poetry
at Mediterranean, Gotteborg, Sweden
Poetry
at Aquillrelle, Brussels, Belgium
Poetry
at Poem hunter, USA
Poetry
at World Poets Society, Athens, Greece
Poetry
at Albpoem, Albania
Poetry
at Soylesi Poetry Magazine, Istanbul,
Turkey
Poetry at revista ura, Tirana, Albania
Poetry at Arabic
Nadwah, Hong Kong
Poetry Romanian version
Orientul Meu,
Bucharest, Romania
Poetry
at Agonia , Bucharest, Romania
Poetry
and profile at Carty’s Poetry Journal, Dublin,
Ireland
Poetry
at Middle East Online, London
Poetry
in English on The Sound of Poetry Review, Argentina
Poetry
at Le post, Paris, France
Poetry at Aube,
Paris, France
Poetry
at 24 heures,
Geneve, Zwitzerland
Poetry
at Tribune de Geneve, Geneve,
Switzerland
Poetry
and Calligraphy at World Art Friends, Portugal
Poetry
at lechasseurabstrait. Publisher, Patric Cintas, RAL,M Revue d’Art, et
litterature, Musique, Paris, France
Poetry
at Arte Poetica, Salvador
Poetry
at Carcinogenic
Poetry, Brasil
Poetry
at Album Nocturno, Salvador
Poetry
at Fernando Sabido
Sanchez, Madrid, Spain
Poetry
at Anthology Poetas Siglo
Veintiuno, Editor, Fernando Sabido Sanchez, Madrid, Spain
Poetry
at Cinosargo,
Arica, Chille
Articles
in www.worldbulletin.com,
Istanbul, Turkey
Articles
in www.newropeansmagazine.com,
Strasbourg, France
Participations:
Exhibition
of Calligraphies in Cairo, Egypt, 2004
Sarajevo
44th Poetry Meeting, Sarajevo 2005
Congress
on 600th anniversary of the work of Abdurrahman Ibn Khaldun, Cairo,
Egypt, 2006
Meeting
for the ethnic minority rights, European Parliament, Bruxelles, 2006
Exhibition
of paintings and calligraphies at the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, Cairo
Egypt, 2007
Participation
on the Congress on 800th anniversary of a Persian Poet RUMI,
organized by
UNESCO/Albania and Saadi Shirazi Foundation, Tirana
Participation
at the International conference on Islam and Balkan- Identity and building
bridges, Canakkale, Turkey
Participation
at 13th International Sheikh Tousi Conference, Qom, Teheran,
Mashhad, Iran
Participation
at Conference on Regional Cooperation, Kopaonik Serbia
Debates
on national KTV, RTK, TV BESA, TV 21
Artists
Profile “KULT”, “AVENY” on RTK Public Broadcaster
Interviews
for all nation wide Electronic Media and Press
Translated in English,
Italian, Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, Roma, Swedish, Turkish, Arabic, Romanian. Ambassador of Poets to Albania by Poetas
del Mundo, Santiago de Chile. Member of World Poets Association. Member of the Publishing and Editing
Committee, at the Kosovo Ministry for Culture, Youth and Sport. Member at the Kosovo PEN Center. Executive Director of The Center for
promoting Intercultural Dialogue “OXOR”. Works
in Administration of Radio Television of Kosova RTK
Contact:
Fahredin Shehu
+37744255091
Radio Televizioni i Kosoves
Ndërtesa e Radio Kosoves,
Bordi i Drejtorave, kati IV
10 000 Prishtinë, Kosovë
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