Nga Bohotina shikonim horizontet
\nKushtuar mikut tim Shefik Koka<\/p>\n
T\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
Sa m\u00eb larg<\/p>\n
Q\u00ebndro larg, sa m\u00eb larg
\nGjej nj\u00eb qosh\u2019 n\u00eb fund t\u00eb tok\u00ebs
\nPo kur malli b\u00ebhet varg
\nThon\u00eb, i vihet gishti kok\u00ebs!<\/p>\n
E kur malli zgjatet, zgjatet
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u2019i gjesh nj\u00eb fund
\nSepse, larg\u00ebsia matet
\nPor jo malli kur t\u00eb mund\u2026<\/p>\n
U largove, vet\u00eb e zgjodhe
\nI shp\u00ebtohet dashuris\u00eb?
\nShpirtit t\u00ebnd nuk i besove
\n\u2026i besove larg\u00ebsis\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Kur t\u2019i vihet gishti kok\u00ebs
\nUn\u00eb p\u00ebr ty do jem kujtim
\nNj\u00eb mirazh n\u00eb fund t\u00eb tok\u00ebs
\nQ\u00eb nuk tretet n\u00eb harrim\u2026<\/p>\n
Gjej nj\u00eb bot\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr vete
\nKu nga un\u00eb t\u00eb gjesh shp\u00ebtim! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Kur ti linde<\/p>\n
Ti ke lindur nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur
\nKur dhe Zeusi k\u00ebrkonte grua
\nMe t’tijat gusto t’krijoi si flutur
\nE ti vendose t\u00eb vish te mua…<\/p>\n
Ti ke lindur kur nat\u00eb nuk kishte
\nNdaj shk\u00eblqen si t\u00eb jesh diell
\nKur drita jote mbi mua binte
\nHidhte rr\u00ebnj\u00eb thell\u00eb e m\u00eb thell\u00eb.<\/p>\n
E tani q\u00eb s\u2019je pran\u00eb meje
\nNuk mund t\u00eb them je nj\u00eb kujtim
\nTi me gjakun rrjedh nd\u00ebr deje
\nSigurisht, je shpirti im! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Dhimbjen lash\u00eb pas
\nE sfidova dhimbjen
\nE lash\u00eb pas
\nDhe nat\u00ebn
\nDhe heshtjen
\nDhe vetmin\u00eb.
\nFilloj ul\u00ebras
\nMe z\u00ebrin e shpirtit
\nP\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb humba.
\nFilloj t\u00eb jetoj
\nT\u00eb qesh
\nT\u00eb g\u00ebzohem
\nP\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb vij\u00eb.
\nDhe dhimbja mbeti pas
\nN\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00ebn e nat\u00ebs
\nFitorja triumfon
\nM\u00ebngjeset plot drit\u00eb m\u00eb presin. Deti Zogu <\/p>\n
P\u00ebrtej err\u00ebsir\u00ebs
\nTi
\nVjen nga p\u00ebrtej err\u00ebsir\u00ebs
\nMa mjegullon pamjen dhe llogjik\u00ebn
\nM\u00eb mashtron me egoizmin t\u00ebnd
\nAh, ky egoizmi yt!
\nVe\u00e7se ke mashtruar m\u00eb shum\u00eb vetveten
\nSepse ashtu si vjen – ashtu prej meje ik\u00ebn!
\nUn\u00eb
\nMb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb me vello engj\u00ebllore
\nMe krah\u00ebt gati gjys\u00ebm t\u00eb k\u00ebputur
\nK\u00ebrkoj t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtetem diku
\nKu ka si nj\u00eb mik i mir\u00eb?!
\nE st\u00ebrlodhur, t\u00eb zgjodha ty.
\nPor u gabova nga nj\u00eb iluzion i bukur!
\nNe
\nParajs\u00ebn dhe Ferrin e paska \u00e7do vend
\n(Ka shkruar sa shum\u00eb Dante Aligeri!)
\nNuk lem\u00eb hap\u00ebsira p\u00ebr pastrim shpirti
\nSi meteor\u00eb t\u00eb rreziksh\u00ebm ngjajm\u00eb
\nKujdes nga p\u00ebrplasja fatale
\nKur nj\u00ebri shkon n\u00eb parajs\u00eb-tjetri shkon te ferri! Deti Zogu<\/p>\n
Mbi liqen
\nL\u00ebshova petalet e tr\u00ebndafilit
\nI lash\u00eb t\u00eb notonin
\nAshtu pal\u00eb-pal\u00eb.
\nTek ceknin sip\u00ebrfaqen e ujit
\nMe faqen t\u00ebnde
\nT\u00eb njomur nga lot\u00ebt
\n\u00c7udit\u00ebrisht m\u00eb ngjan\u00eb.
\nGjethet e kadifenjta
\nNotojn\u00eb mbi liqen
\nE lot\u00ebt e kripur
\nMbi faqe ran\u00eb. Deti Zogu.<\/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\u00eb 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","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nga Bohotina shikonim horizontet Kushtuar mikut tim Shefik Koka T\u00eb dy bridhnim rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb fshatit, N\u00ebn malet me kif a qeleshe d\u00ebbore Dhe aty te Rrapet e Progonatit, Shikonim bot\u00ebn kapur dor\u00eb p\u00ebr dore Shpesh q\u00ebndronim ulur n\u00eb nj\u00eb bang\u00eb Dhe ver\u00ebs vraponim n\u00ebn hijen e moll\u00ebs. Nga Bohotina shfaqej pllaja e paan\u00eb, Vraponim si […]<\/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-13155","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\/13155","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=13155"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13155\/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=13155"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13155"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13155"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}