May of this year, the only writer's son Flutura Açka left life at age 18 following a battle with a serious illness. Something was responding to the river of condolences online by status two weeks later, ignoring the statements of Genta Kaloçi. The kayak, which turned into a phenomenon, said the death of the writer's son was justice, but not disaster.

Another controversy strikes the network for the same issue, this time by Edison Ypi. In a Facebook status, the journalist said:

"It would be better to die the Butterfly Than Her Boy, who would not write mediocre verses for the dead mother who would be equivalent to the desecration of art, that is, thousands of mothers and thousands of dead children."

The poem in question was published by Açka a few days ago.

"The guard of light

You had so much heaven in you,
as well as the sun bante at the eye,
and the light was jealous when it turned dark,
the horizon lamented,
that I could not find you.
Smothered in tears
your chest still gives ripple,
ribbon and sparkle to wiggle the stitching of the sting
of our sadness, arouses.
It is far away, eternal age,
the kingdom of N'shundi lye with ink of man,
a non-destructive spirit,
unsuccessful Kurm,
the lack of feeling,
ores that do not touch any depths,
existence somewhere, my gega,
"the terrible beauty" * in the longest exile.
You love walking,
you smile,
you cried the radiance of goodness,
who knows what she is reading now,
our oil that prays for return.
You the guard of light,
hears the darkness that awaits us to spice,
to shed misery to us.
Now it hurts to clean ground,
of dreams of approaching racing trails,
you eternal,
you do not turn off like a jelly,
neither the blazing candle burning wind,
a distant illustration of a strange star,
tattoo of the soul remains ...

"The Terrible Beauty", John Keats's "

We leave you in the company of "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton, which was written after his four-year-old son was killed by falling from the 50th floor of a New York building. So do desecration sound like that?