Rita Petro (Filipi) was born on March 13, 1962, in Tirana, Albania. She has graduated from the University of Tirana, Albanian Language and Literature Branch (1980-1984). She specialized in Ancient Philosophy and Culture at the University of Athens (1993). She worked as an editor and specialist on the subject of literature for primary education (1985-2000). She established Albas Publishing House (2000) where she he is currently holding the office of Director of Publications.
She has authored 36 school textbooks on Albanian Language and Literature for primary. She has also authored the following 5 poetic books poetic: Slandered Verses; Taste of Instinct; They Sing Live Here Below; In privacy … by Rita; The Hole.
She is the winner of “Onufri Prize” (1999). She is also winner of the “Prize for Poetry Career (2014). She has participated in several International Poetry Festivals. Her work as appeared in various literary magazines and anthologies of the contemporary world literature.
Title: “VRIMA” (THE HOLE)
Place of Publication: Tirana
Year of Publication: 2014
ISBN : 978-9928-02-461-9
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Description: Her book “Vrima” (The Whole) was published under the title “L’Origine” by L’HARMATTAN, France 2015.
This book describes the female allegorical journey that begins with the Exodus from the flesh walls to travel constantly surrendering body and soul throughout the Forbidden Zone where freedom is hiding, and reach the abyss of eternity where the seeds of rebirth are to be found.
The journey through this energetic power, which is also known as sexual history, continues in the second part of the book where a real incest relation rises to the height of a philosophical and theological thought on the creation of the human world. Here, the fruits of love reveal the human being down to its secret instincts and passions, which sometimes takes the disfigured shape of sister-brother relationship, of what is forbidden and punishable according to moral and social codes. However, at close reading level (which poetry always requires), the poetic message can be adequately deciphered only through the help of theology and philosophy.
Through great controversial art, the poetess breaks the taboos related to morals, legends, and philosophical conceptions of existence, thus extremely provoking the reader’s intellect and feelings. Even in the most romantic situations, she shakes the feelings instead of caressing them.
This book aims to reveal poetically darkest recesses of the universal consciousness and human soul. Eros is placed in the center of the harmony of celestial and human bodies: Its presence is felt in every line of the book as motherhood and female sensuality.
Extend your hand
Do you feel the hot breath flowing out of this hole?
It will burn your fingers… even without putting them inside it
Do you smell the flavor of that whit liquid matter trying to pour out?
And when it cakes
You can see
Its green orange threads
It smells like sulphur
This will be the end of the world
The earth’s orgasm exploding outside
The whole world will get burnt by a volcano
Staying silent under the earth
Hidden under the ashes of past volcanoes
I feel it under my feet
It is thronging
I have tried it
(I once lived in the exploding lo of Jupiter)
The earth trembled, and lava devoured everything
Trees, stones, temples, swords, and sheets
Men and women, old and young, children… flocks of animals
Thousands of embryos that were waiting to come into life
I ran to extinguish the fire in the ocean
But even there the water was floating…
I remember that to this day
My cells melted into orgasms of lava
My bones remained there – they turned into black stones
My flesh… turned into ashes
With the wind spreading them all over cosmos
Bringing me back here
Reborn from a new volcano
Burn your fingers in this hole
If you really want to know
That the EARTH is preparing for a new explosion…
We are fighting
A life or death battle
A battle of winners
A battle of no losers
I hurt my back
When you lie me on the ground
And fight against me
You cover your knees with blood
For you want to penetrate deep
It is quite a different world
So generous for your dick
For being too hard
No… My brother
There is no reason for retreat…
In my depths I feel
Your sword moving in and out
When you fall a hero
In the battlefield
You lie over me
Broad and long
Oh golden sword of my brother
I am dying under you
Like Gjergj Elez Alia
And his sister did in their time
Whereas from under my back
An oak tree and a lime tree
Sprout with their roots growing deep beneath them.
The extract is translated from the Albanian from Ukë Buçpapaj
 Gjergj Elez Alia is hero of the Albanian Epic Songs. He died after wining the duel to protect his lands and his sister’s honor. Even his sisters died from grief when they were embracing each other. Later, a lime tree grew at the place of their death.