Lahuta e gjyshit tim!
\nQ\u00ebndroj p\u00ebrball\u00eb saj n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb
\nSyt\u00eb e mi jan\u00eb p\u00ebrqendruar n\u00eb t\u00eb
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb m\u00eb e vog\u00ebl, por dhe ajo ngjan
\nMe lahut\u00ebn e gjyshit tim
\nE varur n\u00eb mur, m\u00eb kalon n\u00eb kujtimet e mia
\nMendimet at\u00ebher\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb
\nQ\u00eb ngjanin me err\u00ebsir\u00ebn e zez\u00eb pish\u00eb
\nT\u00eb atyre viteve t\u00eb r\u00ebndomta
\nQ\u00eb un\u00eb nuk kuptoja dhe as dija
\nPor e vetmja gj\u00eb, at\u00ebher\u00eb q\u00eb kuptoja
\nIshte shprehja n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e gjyshit tim
\nKur ai me lahut\u00ebn e tij
\nI k\u00ebndonte kurbetit
\nAh, ajo k\u00ebng\u00eb, mundim e dhimbje shprehte
\nSot, q\u00eb un\u00eb mbesa e tij i p\u00ebrkas kurbetit
\nAto fjal\u00eb sot vrapojn\u00eb kudo bashk\u00eb me mua
\nShpojn\u00eb heshtjen e atyre viteve pa kuptim
\nM\u00eb japin drit\u00eb plot kalt\u00ebrsi, q\u00eb shndrit
\nHap nj\u00eb dritare n\u00eb shpirtin tim
\nM\u00eb shtyn q\u00eb sot at\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb ta vazhdoj un\u00eb
\nAshtu si\u00e7 jam e mbushur gjith\u00eb nostalgji
\nGjyshi im t\u2019i k\u00ebndonte me lahut\u00ebn e tij
\nFjal\u00ebt e mia q\u00eb sot p\u00ebrb\u00ebjn\u00eb tekstin
\nNuk dalloj kur \u00ebsht\u00eb dit\u00eb e kur \u00ebsht\u00eb nat\u00eb
\nKur jeta m\u00eb vjen posht\u00eb e lart
\nP\u00ebr mua nuk ka ftoht\u00eb dhe as nxeht\u00eb
\nNuk ka dje dhe as nes\u00ebr
\nNuk ka dhimbje dhe as g\u00ebzim
\nPasi nj\u00eb dit\u00eb s\u2019do t\u00eb jem as un\u00eb
\nSe jeta ime i p\u00ebrket kurbetit
\nN\u00ebse ke etje, eja ta shuash me lot\u00ebt e mi
\nN\u00ebse ke uri, eja ta shuash me bardh\u00ebsin\u00eb e shpirtit tim
\nN\u00ebse ke gjum\u00eb, mb\u00ebshtetu n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e mia
\nN\u00ebse ke ftoht\u00eb, eja t\u00eb t\u00eb nxeh me zemr\u00ebn time
\nN\u00ebse do t\u00eb kthehesh n\u00eb atdheun t\u00ebnd
\nT\u00eb jap shoq\u00ebruese gjith\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e mia
\nT\u00eb ngarkuara n\u00eb nj\u00eb karro me dy kuaj
\nNj\u00ebri \u00ebsht\u00eb kali i zi, t\u00eb t\u00eb kujtoj\u00eb vuajtjet e mia
\nNd\u00ebrsa kali i bardh\u00eb, t\u00eb t\u2019kujtoj ato t\u00eb pakta
\nLumturit\u00eb e g\u00ebzimet q\u00eb jeta m\u00eb dhuroi! Marjana Sulejmani.<\/p>\n
Varf\u00ebri
\nPash\u00eb nj\u00eb dor\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl
\nPash\u00eb nj\u00eb dor\u00eb t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb
\nPash\u00eb nj\u00eb dor\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb
\nq\u00eb ashtu p\u00ebrhumbur k\u00ebrkonte pak fat.
\nSyri rrotullohet
\nVetullat rrudhosen
\nFaqkat e vogla dhe shpirti i damkosur
\nFjala m\u00eb nuk del
\nBuza i ka ngrir\u00eb
\nZemra i ka humbur n\u00eb at\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb.
\nSirtari i buk\u00ebs m\u00eb nuk ekziston
\nF\u00ebmija shikon t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebn k\u00ebrkon nj\u00eb iluzion.
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb jetosh n\u00eb mjerim
\nVarf\u00ebria \u00ebsht\u00eb mjerim dhe mjerimi do pak ngush\u00ebllim. Anxhelina Ballaj<\/p>\n
\u00c7’mund t\u0451 b\u0451j m\u0451 shum\u0451?<\/p>\n
Nga ligji t\u0451 merrja ajo q\u0451 m\u0451 takonte,
\nDokumentacion i gjer\u0451 duhej p\u00ebrgatitur,
\nN\u0451 zyrat e shtetit korrupsioni gjallonte,
\nJasht\u0451 sekser\u0451t na buz\u0451qeshnin hidhur.<\/p>\n
Kurr\u0451 kaq leht\u0451, profesionit t\u0451 vjedhur,
\nshijen e k\u0451naq\u0451sis\u0451, s’do mund t\u2019ia jepja
\nndonj\u0451 gj\u0451 t\u0451 madhe un\u0451 s\u2019kisha humbur,
\nat\u0451 kurr\u0451 s’e pata, \u00e7\u2019duhej q\u0451 ta merrja.<\/p>\n
Tani q\u0451 nuk ishte vuajt\u0451si i v\u0451rtet\u0451,
\nMadje i vetmuar ai dhimbsh\u0451m vdiq,
\nNdoshta mallkimi atje kishte mbet\u0451,
\nPa\u00e7ka se na takonte p\u0451rfitimi me ligj.<\/p>\n
Me z\u0451rin e Zotit sikur lejen t\u2019ma d\u0451rgonte,
\nS’do mundesha kurr\u0451 t\u0451 ndalja tjet\u0451rsimin,
\nVlera p\u0451rfituese personit s’do t\u2019i shkonte,
\nMbi vete do merrja padrejt\u0451sisht d\u0451nimin.<\/p>\n
Fjal\u0451 krejt ndryshe, kan\u0451 hedhur n\u0451 eter,
\nMosbesimin ndaj meje gabimisht ke ngritur,
\nShpirtngysur vrar\u0451, mbushur plot vrer,
\nMundimsh\u0451n ke mbajtur revolt\u0451n strukur.<\/p>\n
Kur efektin s\u2019e dhan\u0451, as fjal\u0451t e zemr\u0451s,
\nBetimin b\u0451ra, p\u00ebr t\u0451 vetmen vajz\u0451 e nip,
\nP\u0451rs\u0451ri s\u2019ia hoqe st\u0451rk\u0451mbshin g\u0451njeshtr\u0451s,
\nDyshimi absurd nga mendja s’t\u2019u shqit.<\/p>\n
Fishekun e fundit, tashm\u0451 e kam harxhuar,
\n\u00c7’mund t\u0451 b\u0451j m\u0451 shum\u0451, p\u0451r ty mot\u0451r e mir\u0451,
\nQ\u0451 n\u0451 bot\u0451n tjet\u0451r t\u0451 shkojm\u0451 t\u0451 qet\u0451suar,
\nMe zem\u0451r t\u0451 ngrohur, nd\u0451rgjegje t\u0451 dlir\u0451. Jeton Mu\u00e7ollari<\/p>\n
I dua t\u00eb gjitha<\/p>\n
I dua ethsh\u00ebm syt\u00eb e tu
\nI adhuroj, \u00e7mendem p\u00ebr ta
\nMe nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim m\u00eb marrin shpirtin
\nSy… q\u00eb s’gjenden n\u00eb dynja!
\nI dua po, buz\u00ebt e tua
\nQ\u00eb p\u00ebrv\u00eblojn\u00eb m\u00eb keq se zjarr’
\nE ashtu \u00ebmb\u00ebl m\u00eb djegin mua
\nKjo bot\u00eb si ‘to jo nuk ka par\u00eb!
\nK\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb tua s’i maten vlerat
\nI dua them gjer n\u00eb marr\u00ebzi
\nNj\u00eb mrekulli jo si t\u00eb tjerat
\nPor unike, mrekulli!
\nL\u00ebkura jote, duart e tua
\nL\u00ebshom\u00eb ti let\u00ebr dhe pak vend
\nQ\u00eb t\u00eb shkruaj ato q\u00eb dua
\nBukurit\u00eb e unit t\u00ebnd…
\nFlok\u00ebt e tu, vithet e tua
\nS’di \u00e7far\u00eb tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrmend
\nGjith\u00e7ka t\u00ebnden un\u00eb e dua
\nSepse dua shpirtin t\u00ebnd!
\nOqean ai p\u00ebr mua…
\nAty t\u00eb mbytem kam nd\u00ebrmend. Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Nuk je k\u00ebtu<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr ty dhe veten e mohova
\nNd\u00ebrgjegjen lash\u00eb n\u00eb utopi
\nE kur krejt\u00ebsisht t\u2019u p\u00ebrkushtova
\n…ike Ti!<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr ty gjith\u00eb bot\u00ebn do ta luftoja
\nU b\u00ebra p\u00ebr ty tjet\u00ebr njeri
\nE kur arrita me shpirt t\u00eb doja
\n…ike Ti!<\/p>\n
Nuk je k\u00ebtu! K\u00ebtu nuk je
\nPor un\u00eb t\u00eb ndjej \u00e7do dit\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb
\nN\u00eb fund t\u00eb bot\u00ebs, diku atje
\nK\u00ebtu nuk je, por je tek un\u00eb…<\/p>\n
Ti mban me vete di\u00e7ka timen
\nAt\u00eb q\u00eb vet\u00eb s\u2019munde t\u00eb kesh
\nS\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb faji im q\u00eb prap\u00eb t\u00eb dua
\nQ\u00eb m\u00eb je n\u00eb shpirt e do t\u00eb jesh…<\/p>\n
Nuk t\u00eb merr dot askush nga mua
\nAs shiu, as bresh\u00ebr e stuhi
\nI b\u00ebj shpirt ato q\u00eb dua
\nE shpirtin tim s\u2019e merr njeri! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Dashuria
\nSi tr\u00ebndafil \u00e7eli dashuria
\nN\u00eb mes t\u00eb kopshtit tim
\nDhe si k\u00ebng\u00eb bukuria
\nS\u2019m\u00eb ndalet n\u00eb udh\u00ebtim
\nKjo bukuri mbi gjith\u00e7ka mbetet
\nAsgj\u00eb mbi dh\u00e9 s\u2019e tund
\nMe mua ec\u00ebn derisa detet
\nT\u00eb thahen deri n\u00eb fund
\nNuk than detet zemra ime
\nGraniti nuk firon
\nNuk ndalet r\u00ebra n\u00eb udh\u00ebtim
\nSe r\u00ebra ve\u00e7 vrapon
\nMbe\u00e7 me sh\u00ebndet p\u00ebr ty ngre got\u00ebn
\nMos u m\u00ebrzit, o shpirt
\nSikur ta bredh me k\u00ebmb\u00eb bot\u00ebn
\nT\u00eb gjej, por ve\u00e7 t\u00eb lutem m\u00eb prit!
\nP\u00ebr shpirtin tim, me rastin e dit\u00eblindjes. Alban Arapi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lahuta e gjyshit tim! Q\u00ebndroj p\u00ebrball\u00eb saj n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb Syt\u00eb e mi jan\u00eb p\u00ebrqendruar n\u00eb t\u00eb \u00cbsht\u00eb m\u00eb e vog\u00ebl, por dhe ajo ngjan Me lahut\u00ebn e gjyshit tim E varur n\u00eb mur, m\u00eb kalon n\u00eb kujtimet e mia Mendimet at\u00ebher\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb Q\u00eb ngjanin me err\u00ebsir\u00ebn e zez\u00eb pish\u00eb T\u00eb atyre viteve t\u00eb r\u00ebndomta Q\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[106],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11221","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11221","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11221"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11221\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}