Motiv i zjarrt\u00eb<\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj un\u00eb ty patjet\u00ebr
\nSepse ti flet n\u00eb timin shpirt
\nT\u00eb kam ty muz\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr
\nE \u00e7do dit\u00eb zemr\u00ebs ma b\u00ebn flirt!<\/p>\n
S’t\u00eb iki dot. Edhe nuk dua
\nLe t\u00eb jem rob i shpirtit t\u00ebnd
\nTi je motiv i zjarrt\u00eb p\u00ebr mua
\nE t\u00eb t\u00eb humb s’e kam nd\u00ebrmend…<\/p>\n
Ti e njeh mir\u00eb gjith\u00eb bot\u00ebn time
\nAt\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb s\u2019e njoh aq mir\u00eb
\nDhe n\u00eb momentet m\u00eb intime
\nTi je pasion, vullkan, d\u00ebshir\u00eb!<\/p>\n
V\u00ebrshoj me vrullin e nj\u00eb rr\u00ebkeje
\nKur ndesh ata, t\u00eb buk’rit sy
\nJeta ime filloi pran\u00eb teje
\nLe t\u00eb mbaroj\u00eb e gjith\u00eb aty!<\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj n\u00eb p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb dor\u00ebs
\nMe t’mijat puthje dit\u00ebn t\u00eb nis\u00ebsh.
\nNjeriu \u00ebsht\u00eb, si pun\u00eb e or\u00ebs
\nE ti di mir\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb kurdis\u00ebsh! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Trut\u00eb n\u00eb er\u00eb<\/p>\n
Ngrita dor\u00ebn t\u00eb kap qiellin
\nE ve\u00e7 lart e mbaja kok\u00ebn.
\nE k\u00ebshtu p\u00ebr lart u nisa
\nPor papritur humba tok\u00ebn!<\/p>\n
Humba tok\u00ebn miq t\u00eb dashur
\nFar\u00eb e fis edhe komshinjt\u00eb
\nSi t\u00eb fluturoj drejt Tok\u00ebs
\nPa i b\u00ebr\u00eb p\u00ebrshesh turrinjt\u00eb?!<\/p>\n
Dhe turinjt\u00eb p\u00ebrshesh i b\u00ebra
\nPor dhe vura mend n\u00eb kok\u00eb
\nSepse njer\u00ebz p\u00ebrfundova
\nJo p\u00ebrmbi, por thell\u00eb n\u00ebn Tok\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Dhe tani e shoh prap\u00eb qiellin
\nPor s’k\u00ebrkoj ta prek me dor\u00eb
\nSe nuk do dhe shum\u00eb njeriu
\nKok\u00ebr gruri mendje gjor\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Pastaj, q\u00eb t\u00eb prek\u00ebsh qiellin
\nQenka thjesht nj\u00eb metafor\u00eb! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Fjala ime! <\/p>\n
Fjala ime, sa her\u00eb gjen burime,
\nshtegton e past\u00ebr n\u00ebp\u00ebr dredhime,
\nsh\u00ebmb\u00ebllen jet\u00eb e p\u00ebrjetime,
\ne \u00e7on shpres\u00eb nd\u00ebr mendime jetime.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb shqot\u00ebn e koh\u00ebve q\u00eb shkuan,
\nn\u00eb zymt\u00ebsi e shkret\u00ebtir\u00eb pa per\u00ebndime,
\nti e gjete muz\u00ebn q\u00eb shkrepi prap\u00eb agime,
\nn\u00eb ato vezulluese frym\u00ebzime.<\/p>\n
Kurr\u00eb nuk mbete shurdhmemece,
\nndon\u00ebse e mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb prej pluhurit,
\ndo t\u00eb t\u00eb duan nj\u00eb koh\u00eb, do jesh e varur,
\nsi leck\u00eb mbi plag\u00ebn e hapur!<\/p>\n
Fjala ime, mos u \u00e7apit udh\u00ebve,
\nedhe kur t\u00eb mos jem, diku do jem,
\nkundro bot\u00ebn si nj\u00eb vend parajsor,
\ndhe kthehu nga erdhe, n\u00eb gjirin at\u00ebror. Isidor Koti<\/p>\n
M\u00eb mrekullon<\/p>\n
\u00cbmb\u00eblsisht ndihem mir\u00eb te ti,
\nKur trupi yt ngroht\u00ebsi m\u00eb dhuron.
\nMe emocionet e forta q\u00eb ke ti.
\nShuan llav\u00ebn sa nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb von\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ngrohm\u00eb me nxeht\u00ebsin\u00eb e pashuar,
\nKur ti puth e klith me z\u00eb bilbili,
\nN\u00eb strofk\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, pambuk i but\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb nj\u00eb shtrat me petale tr\u00ebndafili.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb puth, t\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel n\u00eb buz\u00eb e faqe
\nN\u00eb shpirtin e trupin q\u00eb m\u00eb ka lul\u00ebzuar,
\nKur marr nga ty ndjesin\u00eb e paqes,
\nTeksa trupat shkrihen duke dashuruar.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb ndjej n\u00eb kulmin e k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsis\u00eb,
\nP\u00ebrv\u00eblimin e llav\u00ebs q\u00eb vlon n\u00eb lakuriq\u00ebsi.
\nJe i gjith\u00eb imi, q\u00eb m\u00eb mrekullon,
\nMe zjarrin brenda, prush e shk\u00ebndij\u00eb… Luljeta Gj. Pashollari<\/p>\n
Plag\u00eb<\/p>\n
T\u00eb pash\u00eb dje krejt rast\u00ebsisht
\nMenj\u00ebher\u00eb rrug\u00ebn nd\u00ebrrova
\nZemra nis t\u00eb rrah\u00eb s\u00ebrish
\nKot mendoja q\u00eb t\u00eb harrova!<\/p>\n
Kok\u00ebn pas kthej, t\u00eb shikoj
\nFshehurazi pa m\u00eb kuptuar
\nE nj\u00eb zjarr n\u00eb gji m’pushtoj’
\nDashuri e pashijuar!<\/p>\n
Mendja ndali nuk punonte
\nLot\u00ebt rridhnin pa pushim
\nJet\u00eb pa ty s\u2019mund t\u00eb ekzistonte
\nJe nj\u00eb plag\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019ka sh\u00ebrim! Xhesina Duraku<\/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":"
Motiv i zjarrt\u00eb Do t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj un\u00eb ty patjet\u00ebr Sepse ti flet n\u00eb timin shpirt T\u00eb kam ty muz\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr E \u00e7do dit\u00eb zemr\u00ebs ma b\u00ebn flirt! S’t\u00eb iki dot. Edhe nuk dua Le t\u00eb jem rob i shpirtit t\u00ebnd Ti je motiv i zjarrt\u00eb p\u00ebr mua E t\u00eb t\u00eb humb s’e […]<\/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-13258","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\/13258","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=13258"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13258\/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=13258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}