Poetry BY ARBEN DUKA Hymn to Dritëro Agolli... Music flows from every bone in me, a good breeze blows from everywhere, I sing for You, Master, it is not at all difficult for me. My friend who was born early, a little from dew, a little from light, and you shone above the others,
Milosao Shpëtim Çuçka on Dritëro Agolli. Essay by Rexhep Ferri Where are Konica’s lost books? Agron Alibali: The legacy, in the footsteps of the lost library By AGRON ALIBALI Faik Konica’s Library (BFK) is among the precious values of the national heritage that is still considere