Mbase ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb do m\u00eb k\u00ebrkosh <\/p>\n
Mbase ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb, ti do m\u00eb k\u00ebrkosh,
\nMbase ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb, do t\u00eb m\u00eb lutesh?
\nUn\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb dashuroj,
\nSi dikur kaluam bashk\u00eb shum\u00eb vuajtje.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb flak\u00ebn e dashuris\u00eb t\u00ebnde do t\u00eb digjem
\nE n\u00eb u b\u00ebfsha krejt shkrumb e hi,
\nUn\u00eb prap\u00eb se prap\u00eb nuk do t\u00ebrhiqem,
\nDerisa t\u00eb m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngosh fort n\u00eb gji…<\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb vij papritmas, porsi uragan
\nDo t\u00eb t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtjell me krah\u00ebt e mi,
\nDo fluturojm\u00eb bashk\u00eb qiejve pa an\u00eb,
\nAtje kur shpirti yn\u00eb do gjej\u00eb qet\u00ebsi… Luljeta Gj. Pashollari<\/p>\n
Larg e ndodhur <\/p>\n
Sa d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb flas k\u00ebt\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje
\nKu dhe h\u00ebna shndrin nga larg
\nTi je muz\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb fle n\u00eb mendje
\nDhe kur shkruaj, hyn n\u00eb varg!<\/p>\n
Sa d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb flas k\u00ebt\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje
\nKu dhe h\u00ebna shndrin e plot\u00eb
\nTek lodron, t\u00eb shoh me \u00ebndje
\nPor \u00e7far\u00eb je q\u00eb s’t\u00eb prek dot?<\/p>\n
Sa d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb flas k’t\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje
\nKu dhe h\u00ebna sikur flet…
\nTi je tema e nj\u00eb \u00ebndrre
\nQ\u00eb nuk resht e zgjat p\u00ebrjet\u00eb…<\/p>\n
Me d\u00ebshir\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur
\nUn\u00eb nuk fola, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri
\nH\u00ebna qeshte larg e ndodhur
\nLarg e ndodhur sa edhe ti! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb<\/p>\n
Harro kush t\u00eb harroi
\nDhe duaj k\u00eb t\u00eb duash
\nJeta \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb loj\u00eb
\nZgjidh me k\u00eb do luash!
\nKrijo ekipin t\u00ebnd
\nOse l\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb zgjedhin
\nPor t\u00eb kesh nd\u00ebrmend
\n“Sa hapin e hedhin”…
\nN\u00ebse do gjithmon\u00eb
\nMe ngulm q\u00eb t\u00eb fitosh
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb kampion
\nDuhet t\u00eb luftosh…
\nN\u00ebse do qet\u00ebsi
\nT\u00eb shoh\u00ebsh pun\u00ebn t\u00ebnde
\nNuk do strategji
\nMadje as shum\u00eb mendje…
\nZ\u00ebr nj\u00eb vend n\u00eb turm\u00eb
\nN\u00eb loj\u00ebn q\u00eb vazhdon
\nMos b\u00ebj fare zhurm\u00eb
\nAskush nuk t\u00eb shikon!
\nMua mos m\u00eb pyet
\nP\u00ebr rrug\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb
\nNjeriu \u00ebsht\u00eb njeri
\nD\u00ebshira \u00ebsht\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Drit\u00eb e frik\u00ebsuar! <\/p>\n
Po shndrit drit\u00eb e frik\u00ebsuar,
\ndrita q\u00eb duam nat\u00eb e dit\u00eb,
\ne dit\u00eb e nat\u00eb, pa sahat,
\nsikur \u00e7do gj\u00eb t\u00eb ishte drit\u00eb.
\nK\u00ebshtu, t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn do ta kishim harruar,
\nndon\u00ebse \u00e7do trishtim e l\u00eb nj\u00eb port\u00eb hapur,
\nsepse e tashmja nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e mira,
\nprandaj e ardhmja del vet\u00ebm nga vullnetet tona.
\nMe drit\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb ishim pa vaj, as pa lot,
\nas per\u00ebndimi nuk vjen ashtu kot,
\ndrita e lart mbush e zbraz tok\u00ebn sot e mot.
\npor ne jemi posht\u00eb, oh sa posht\u00eb!
\nN\u00eb centralin e nd\u00ebrgjegjes nuk ka pun\u00ebtor\u00eb,
\nme siguri, i ka z\u00ebn\u00eb gjumi!
\nnuk po bie asnj\u00eb alarm q\u00eb t\u2019i zgjoj\u00eb,
\nnata vazhdon, ne shohim \u00ebndrra t\u00eb zbehta! Isidor Koti<\/p>\n
Buqete pranverore<\/p>\n
Mes l\u00ebndin\u00ebs mbushur lule,
\nti je m\u00eb e bukura buqet\u00eb,
\nsyt\u00eb e mi i b\u00ebn p\u00ebr vete,
\ndhe shpirtit i fal ngjyra e jet\u00eb…<\/p>\n
Me t\u00eb rralla lule Zoti t\u00eb krijoi,
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar un\u00eb nj\u00eb stin\u00eb ngaher\u00eb,
\nn\u00eb shkret\u00ebtir\u00eb t\u00eb mos mbetem vet\u00ebm,
\ne n\u00eb mes dimrit t\u00eb shoh pranver\u00eb…
\nNdaj s’kam \u00e7’t\u00eb mendohem gjat\u00eb,
\npor m\u00eb thuaj n\u00ebse tjet\u00ebr vend do ti,
\nse n\u00eb kraharor kam vendosur t\u00eb mbaj,
\ndhe zemra t\u00eb jet\u00eb e jotja saksi… Bujar Salla<\/p>\n
Loj\u00eb dashurie<\/p>\n
Luan me mua pa m\u00ebshir\u00eb
\nher\u00eb m\u00eb shtyn,
\nher\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00ebrheq,
\nher\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb lumtur shum\u00eb,
\nher\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb ndihem keq.
\nLuan si\u00e7 luan h\u00ebna me detin,
\nher\u00eb batic\u00eb,
\nher\u00eb zbatic\u00eb,
\nher\u00eb pranver\u00eb m\u00eb sjell n\u00eb zem\u00ebr,
\nher\u00eb-her\u00eb
\nm\u00eb mbulon me ngric\u00eb.
\nT\u00eb lutem
\nmos luaj me mua,
\nt\u00eb lodh loj\u2019e dashuris\u00eb,
\nzemra si nj\u00eb sheg\u00eb e pjekur,
\nmund t\u00eb \u00e7ahet befasisht! Fejzi Murati<\/p>\n
M\u00eb prite
\nM\u00eb prite nj\u00eb dit\u00eb… ankth!
\nM\u00eb prite nj\u00eb jav\u00eb… shpres\u00eb
\nM\u00eb prite nj\u00eb muaj, mall.
\nM\u00eb prite nj\u00eb vit, dhimbje.
\nM\u00eb prite nj\u00eb jet\u00eb, vdekje! Alban Arapi<\/p>\n
Nga Bohotina shikonim horizontet
\nKushtuar mikut tim Shefik Koka
\nT\u00eb dy bridhnim rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb fshatit,
\nN\u00ebn malet me kif a qeleshe d\u00ebbore
\nDhe aty te Rrapet e Progonatit,
\nShikonim bot\u00ebn kapur dor\u00eb p\u00ebr dore<\/p>\n
Shpesh q\u00ebndronim ulur n\u00eb nj\u00eb bang\u00eb
\nDhe ver\u00ebs vraponim n\u00ebn hijen e moll\u00ebs.
\nNga Bohotina shfaqej pllaja e paan\u00eb,
\nVraponim si er\u00eb n\u00eb rrugicat e shkoll\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
Po nj\u00eb dit\u00eb nj\u00eb bomb\u00eb e mallkuar
\nE l\u00ebn\u00eb pa t\u00eb keq si nj\u00eb \u201cpeshqesh\u201d
\nN\u00eb l\u00ebndin\u00eb, duke u arg\u00ebtuar
\nP\u00ebr pak desh na b\u00ebri p\u00ebrshesh…<\/p>\n
Kurr\u00eb s\u2019e ndave librin nga dora,
\nShkrove poezi edhe portrete,
\nFjal\u00ebt e tua pikonin metafora
\nDhe shkrep\u00ebtinin si dallg\u00eb mbi dete<\/p>\n
Linde nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes n\u00eb pranver\u00eb
\nDhe na ike pa kuptuar n\u00eb korrik.
\nN\u00eb zemra do na q\u00ebndrosh p\u00ebrher\u00eb
\nI shtrenjti yn\u00eb, v\u00eblla Shefik!<\/p>\n
Do kujtohet ajo pena jote,
\nPikturove shpirtra me mjesht\u00ebri
\nDhe do rrjedhim n\u00ebp\u00ebr mote
\nThell\u00eb nga vargjet, melodi. Izet S. \u00c7ulli. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mbase ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb do m\u00eb k\u00ebrkosh Mbase ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb, ti do m\u00eb k\u00ebrkosh, Mbase ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb, do t\u00eb m\u00eb lutesh? Un\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb dashuroj, Si dikur kaluam bashk\u00eb shum\u00eb vuajtje. N\u00eb flak\u00ebn e dashuris\u00eb t\u00ebnde do t\u00eb digjem E n\u00eb u b\u00ebfsha krejt shkrumb e hi, Un\u00eb prap\u00eb se prap\u00eb nuk do t\u00ebrhiqem, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":12109,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[241,106],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13060","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-letersi","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13060","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=13060"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13060\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12109"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13060"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13060"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13060"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}