I loved him beyond death, so I loved him.

The renowned Albanian writer Fatos Arapi is today separated from life at the age of 89. For 10 years the writer was sick and did not leave his apartment after a stroke. The Arab today will be forwarded to the last residence.

He was born in 1929 in Vlora. There he conducted high school, while high studies were attended in Bulgaria (Sofia) at the Faculty of Mathematics and Economy. He has worked many years as a journalist and professor at the Faculty of History Philology in Tirana.

It has sometimes won national and international poetry awards. In 2008 he won the “Golden Wreath” in the poetic manifestation of the Strugan Poetry Evenings and is the first Albanian poet to have won this reward. Fatos Arp's work is rich in the different kind of sand he plowed. Except for poetry where he stands in the front lines, F. Arap wrote some novels: Wild potatoes, 1969; Snow breast, 1985; Headless genius, 1999 etc; some novels: December concerned, 1970; Friends, 1977; Sea in the middle, 1986; some drama: Nameless Partizan, 1962; Kezar and good soldier Shveke, on the front somewhere in 1995; he has made several translations: Song for Man, Nikola Vapcarov, 1981; Poetry, Pablo Neruda, 1989; Safo, 1990; Turkish poetry anthology etc; and has written a large number of different articles and studies.

Meanwhile, among his most popular poems is this:

HOW SUCH PAK FISH MORE

I loved him beyond death
I loved her.
I still can't forgive myself:
How come I wanted some more...

A little more where the soul breaks
I say split up: Wait a minute.
Let's lie to the bad stuff.
Remember to lie a little.

Beyond death beyond worlds
Where the other “starts
The one that stands between my gods:
How could I have loved more...”