Biography of Ilire Zajmi
Ilire Zajmi studied mass communication and media.Specialised diplomacy and political scienes. She is a writer, journalist and trainer of television journalism in the Kosovo Media Institute. Ilire works as professor of communication in Prishtina. She is also Head of Education at the Kosovo national public broadcaster Radio Television of Kosovo (RTK) .
Ilire writes poems, prose, essays. She is also very much engaged in the studing and writing for media issues in Kosovo and abroad.
Ilire won special poetry prize in the international contest in Milan, Italy, in the 20 edition, held 2011.
Her poems and books are traslated in Italian, English, Romanian. She is member of Kosovo PEN and Associacion Poetas del Mundo.
Ilire Zajmi's Works:
'Morning bell' poem collection, Art Makers Forum publishing house, Prishtina 1991
'Fading of rebel dreams' novel, Art Makerks Forum publishing house, Prishtina 1996
'Un treno per Blace' publicistic book, publishing house Meridiana, Italy,1999
'White balad' poem collection, Sfinga publishing house,2000 Prishtina
'Një tren për Bllacë', publicistic book, Saga publishing house, 2011 Prishtina
'Amnesia' poem collection, Corpos Editora publishing house, Portugal,2011
'Television pictures and reality' study, Rozafa publishing house, Prishtina 2011
Ilire Zajmi Poems
They trade with my dreams training their skills They shop with my temper dabble their patience
I desideri sono bambini che non crescono mai Bolle galleggianti in aria
Wishes are children who never grow up Bubbles floating in the air
Too Early To Die
Give me your hand, when I won’t be able to stand on my feet Give me a childish smile when the first wrinkles appear on my forehead Give me a fervent kiss on my bruised lips
All day long I stare at people walking by I drink bitter coffee, smoke cheap cigarettes In front and behind my back I don't see anyone
I don’t want to walk on the same roads Repeat slandered rituals To drink big black coffee without taste At the most frequented bar in the city
All day long
I stare at people walking by
I drink bitter coffee, smoke cheap cigarettes
In front and behind my back I don't see anyone
I flirt with boys that I don't like
Tell jokes and don't laugh
Write poems in the moonlight
And rip them under sunlight
Give promises in the morning