Fatmir Terziu Poems
- The Rivers Of Dreams I jump over rivers In the middle of the...
- The Mothers Tear A tear dripped
- Instead Of Going Bird of my heart, come Sing with me the ...
- Stilettos How I would have liked to have learned the language...
- Advert For The Father-Land What could I tell a Londoner about...
- Delirium I would have wanted for us to iron our thoughts ...
- The Church Of The Eyes Those just out of the egg, The ...
Dr Fatmir Terziu
Fatmir Terziu, born 24 July 1964 in Elbasan, Albania, is an British-Albanian writer, filmmaker and journalist. After completing his studies, he worked as a teacher and head teacher in many schools in his home city of Elbasan. In the UK he continued his studies for HNC Media Production at South Thames College, for Communication at London South Bank University and later for DFVP at LSBU (2004-2007) . He gained an MA for Media, Cultural Studies & Politics at Roehampton University and obtained a PhD at London South Bank University. In 1992 he began working as chief editor of local newspaper Fjala e Lire (Free Speech) and in 1997 as Television director, presenter and ... more »
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''Even the mountains had shaved their heads. Their baldness gave it another name to that area.''Nature in our eyes
''Forgetfulness knit enough spider webs.''Memory and life.
''The carnivores make their nest in the church camps, they want to feel the divine counsel closely.''Birds and reality
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The Rivers Of Dreams
I jump over rivers
In the middle of the night
I walk straight through them
I face the slush the mud
Even though I do not believe my eyes
The rivers of dreams
I have set off to rest
Tired, hostage at midnight
I swim continuously and without rest between them.
Endless water in my dreams
Rivers that flow endlessly
Then loneliness is combed
Every meditation begins.
My rivers never sleep
They have gifted me their attributes
Even in the dark well of night they find me
New roads to challenge.
The rivers have been wild for some ...