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Edhe sot ma prishe gjumin, si \u00e7do nat\u00eb. M\u2019u shfaqe si vegim, n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr,\nmegjith\u00ebse kot e g\u00ebnjej veten q\u00eb fle. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb shoh \u00ebndrra edhe me sy hapur,\npasi jan\u00eb t\u00eb pakta, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos th\u00ebn\u00eb fare, or\u00ebt e gjumit q\u00eb b\u00ebj. Nuk kam m\u00eb\ngjum\u00eb. Nuk t\u00eb kam as ty. Thjesht, ka mbetur portreti yt i varur mbi mur q\u00eb m\u00eb\nv\u00ebshtron me nj\u00eb shikim qortues, sikur do t\u00eb m\u00eb thot\u00eb: \u201cTi ke faj!\u201d. E di mir\u00eb\nse e v\u00ebrteta \u00ebsht\u00eb kund\u00ebr meje dhe e kam pranuar, por nuk e pranoj dot faktin\nq\u00eb ti nuk je m\u00eb e imja. K\u00ebt\u00eb nuk e besoj dot. E di, kam gabuar. Kam gabuar\nr\u00ebnd\u00eb, e pranoj. T\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj falje, edhe pse e di q\u00eb falja ime nuk do ta sh\u00ebroj\u00eb\ndot at\u00eb dhimbje t\u00eb madhe q\u00eb t\u00eb kam shkaktuar. E di mir\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb kalbur\nzemra nga lot\u00ebt q\u00eb t\u00eb shkaktova un\u00eb, un\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb desha shum\u00eb. Un\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb dua\nende dhe \u00e7mendem nga ideja e t\u00eb qenit vet\u00ebm, pa ty. M\u00eb ke th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb harroj.\nJo, t\u00eb lutem, jo, k\u00ebt\u00eb nuk e b\u00ebj dot! Nuk e kam at\u00eb forc\u00eb q\u00eb mendon ti. E si mund t\u00eb harroj ato momente q\u00eb\njetuam bashk\u00eb, ata muaj t\u00eb mrekulluesh\u00ebm? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
U b\u00eb plot nj\u00eb vit q\u00ebkur ndjenjat tona i\npag\u00ebzuam me emrin Dashuri. E si mund t\u00eb t\u00eb harroj ty, vajz\u00ebn e vetme q\u00eb diti t\u00eb\nm\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur, vajz\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb ka Vlora?! Sot, teksa po ecja i\nvetmuar bregut t\u00eb detit, ndeza nj\u00eb cigare me duart q\u00eb m\u00eb dridheshin. Imazhi yt\nm\u00eb p\u00ebrshkoi flesh kujtes\u00ebn dhe, n\u00eb nj\u00eb moment, nisa t\u00eb qeshja me vete. M\u2019u\nkujtua nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kur m\u00eb k\u00ebrkove nj\u00eb cigare q\u00eb ta pije n\u00eb sy t\u00eb shoqeve q\u00eb t\u00eb\nkishin inat. T\u00eb kujtohet kur e pive at\u00eb cigare dhe desh u mbyte se nuk kishe pir\u00eb\nndonj\u00ebher\u00eb? Sa kemi qeshur at\u00eb dit\u00eb!!! T\u00eb kujtohet nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje kur po sh\u00ebtisnim\nan\u00ebs detit dhe ti ankoheshe se t\u00eb vrisnin k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt? Pastaj i hoqe fare dhe i\nmore n\u00eb dor\u00eb… T\u00eb kujtohet kur ecnim t\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar pa e vrar\u00eb mendjen se \u00e7far\u00eb\nthoshin t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt p\u00ebr ne, pa pyetur p\u00ebr bot\u00ebn?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bota m\u00eb ndau nga ti, kjo bot\u00eb e hipokrizis\u00eb q\u00eb\nlundron n\u00eb velat e g\u00ebnjeshtr\u00ebs. E di \u00e7far\u00eb po m\u00eb kujtohet tani? M\u00eb kujtohet ajo dit\u00eb kur k\u00ebrceve\nvet\u00ebm p\u00ebr mua n\u00eb r\u00ebr\u00ebn e lagur. K\u00ebrceve vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb time… T\u00eb uroj ta\nvazhdosh \u00ebndrr\u00ebn n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn e k\u00ebrcimit dhe t\u00eb futesh n\u00eb bot\u00ebn e spektaklit. Ti\nm\u00eb thoje shpesh se parat\u00eb nuk kishin vler\u00eb p\u00ebr ty dhe se dashuria ishte ajo q\u00eb\ndoje m\u00eb tep\u00ebr se \u00e7do gj\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb. Un\u00eb, gjithmon\u00eb, t\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtoja. Duke qen\u00eb i\nllastuar nga fati, mendoja se paraja \u00ebsht\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka n\u00eb jet\u00eb dhe nuk e kisha\nkuptuar vler\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, nuk e kisha kuptuar se ti ishe m\u00eb e shtrenjt\u00eb se ato. M\u00eb\np\u00eblqenin makinat dhe vajzat e bukura, m\u00eb p\u00eblqente jeta luksoze dhe nuk e\nkuptoja se pran\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb thesar t\u00eb \u00e7muar, q\u00eb ishe ti. T\u00eb lash\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb\ntjet\u00ebr. E ti… ti qave shum\u00eb. M\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb skalitur n\u00eb mendje ai moment i ndarjes,\nkur i pash\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu t\u00eb lotonin. M\u00eb the vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb: \u201cT\u00eb urrej!\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mendoja se do t\u00eb t\u00eb harroja shpejt dhe ajo tjetra do t\u00eb t\u00eb z\u00ebvend\u00ebsonte\nleht\u00eb, por m\u00eb beso, p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb moment nuk m\u00eb je hequr nga mendja. Ajo tjetra\nishte zero para teje dhe ti, gjithmon\u00eb do t\u00eb mbetesh nj\u00ebsh! Pyes veten: Po sot,\nku jam? Ja ku jam, k\u00ebtu, po shkruaj disa rreshta p\u00ebr ty, shum\u00eb pak… T\u00eb\nshkruash p\u00ebr ty nuk mjaftojn\u00eb vet\u00ebm dy faqe letre, por letrat e bot\u00ebs do t\u2019i\nharxhoja t\u00eb gjitha. Kam shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb dhe pak p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjykuar. Ja ku jam!\nJam nj\u00eb hi\u00e7 i k\u00ebsaj bote pa em\u00ebr. Puthjet e tua nuk i gjej gj\u00ebkundi. Ato ishin\nt\u00eb \u00e7iltra, pasionante dhe t\u00eb \u00ebmbla mjalt\u00eb. Ti nuk krahasohesh me ask\u00ebnd! Je e\npaz\u00ebvend\u00ebsueshme! Je e vetmja fem\u00ebr q\u00eb ke ditur t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebsh t\u00eb lumtur. Je\npersoni q\u00eb nuk do ta harroj kurr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Rri dhe t\u00eb shoh kudo. M\u00eb shfaqesh n\u00eb\n\u00ebnd\u00ebrr, n\u00ebp\u00ebr kujtime. Afrohem t\u00eb t\u00eb prek, por ti zhdukesh drejt err\u00ebsir\u00ebs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A t\u00eb kujtohet pema e dashuris\u00eb son\u00eb, ajo pem\u00eb q\u00eb e mboll\u00ebm t\u00eb dy, n\u00eb nj\u00eb\ncep rruge? Un\u00eb shkoj shpesh atje dhe e shoh teksa rritet. Shoh se kan\u00eb dal\u00eb\ngjethe t\u00eb reja. Ajo pem\u00eb do t\u00eb rritet edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb, por dashuria jon\u00eb, jo. Ajo\nmbeti nj\u00eb dashuri nj\u00eb vje\u00e7are q\u00eb nuk shkon m\u00eb tej. M\u00eb mungon! M\u00eb mungon qenia\njote, buz\u00ebqeshja e pafajshme. M\u00eb mungojn\u00eb edhe grindjet me ty se m\u00eb p\u00eblqente\nkur ti acaroheshe dhe, pas pak, m\u00eb mbuloje me puthje. Para\ndisa dit\u00ebsh, festove dit\u00eblindjen me shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb t\u00ebnde. T\u00eb pash\u00eb nga larg dhe m\u2019u\nduke e lumtur. M\u2019u b\u00eb qejfi p\u00ebr ty, sepse kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo q\u00eb dua, q\u00eb ti t\u00eb jesh e\nlumtur. T\u00eb uroj g\u00ebzuar dit\u00eblindjen, edhe pse dhurat\u00ebn time e refuzove. T\u00eb\nbetohem, e kisha marr\u00eb me gjith\u00eb zem\u00ebr at\u00eb dhurat\u00eb. Po ti num\u00ebroje ata\ntr\u00ebndafila, do t\u00eb shikoje se ishin nj\u00ebqind cop\u00eb, kurse mesazhi n\u00eb flet\u00eb ishte\nvet\u00ebm nj\u00eb rresht: \u201cDo t\u00eb t\u00eb dua edhe pas nj\u00ebqind vjet\u00ebsh, aq sa tr\u00ebndafila jan\u00eb\nk\u00ebtu\u201d… Por, ti i flake ata\ntr\u00ebndafila, pa patur mund\u00ebsin\u00eb ta lexoje as mesazhin e shkruar. \u00c7do\ntr\u00ebndafil simbolizonte \u00e7do vit dashurie, \u00e7do vit jete. Ti nuk e gjete dot guximin t\u00eb m\u00eb fal\u00ebsh dhe, e di\nsi mendoj un\u00eb? Ka momente kur t\u00eb kuptoj, ka edhe momente kur mendoj se, t\u00eb\nfal\u00ebsh \u00ebsht\u00eb hyjnore. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk di m\u00eb konkretisht \u00e7far\u00eb mendoj… Flas dhe nuk d\u00ebgjoj asgj\u00eb \u00e7far\u00eb them.\nNertil\u00eb e dashur, e shkrova k\u00ebt\u00eb let\u00ebr p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se nuk do t\u00eb t\u00eb harroj\nkurr\u00eb dhe t\u00eb uroj gjith\u00eb t\u00eb mirat e k\u00ebsaj bote, sepse ti me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb meriton\nt\u00eb jesh e lumtur. Mundet q\u00eb mendimet e mia n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb let\u00ebr t\u00eb jen\u00eb shprehur n\u00eb\nm\u00ebnyr\u00eb enigmatike, por un\u00eb jam i bindur se ti, \u00e7do enigm\u00eb do ta lexosh me\nsakt\u00ebsi t\u00eb plot\u00eb, n\u00eb baz\u00eb t\u00eb logjik\u00ebs t\u00ebnde. N\u00ebse e ndjen se ke di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb\nth\u00ebn\u00eb, ti e di ku mund t\u00eb m\u00eb gjesh…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shpresoj shum\u00eb q\u00eb historia ime t\u00eb sh\u00ebrbej\u00eb dhe si mesazh p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb t\u00eb\nrinjt\u00eb shqiptar\u00eb, kudo q\u00eb ndodhen. Dashuroni sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb, por mos tradhtoni,\nsepse n\u00ebse e humbisni personin q\u00eb keni n\u00eb krah, m\u00eb von\u00eb, dashurin\u00eb e tij nuk do\nta blini dot as me para. Nj\u00eb pyetje kam p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb dhe po e p\u00ebrmbledh me nj\u00eb\npoezi: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
E k\u00ebrkova dashurin\u00eb ngado<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb \u00e7do cep dhe n\u00eb \u00e7do an\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E dija t\u00eb bukur, jo dosido<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk e dija q\u00eb e kisha pran\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I fola, e preka, e dashurova<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe vuajta, qava p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Por kurr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb nuk e kuptova<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb duash, \u00ebsht\u00eb faj apo d\u00ebnim?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me dashuri, Landi p\u00ebr\nNertil\u00ebn, Vlor\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Edhe sot ma prishe gjumin, si \u00e7do nat\u00eb. M\u2019u shfaqe si vegim, n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, megjith\u00ebse kot e g\u00ebnjej veten q\u00eb fle. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb shoh \u00ebndrra edhe me sy hapur, pasi jan\u00eb t\u00eb pakta, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos th\u00ebn\u00eb fare, or\u00ebt e gjumit q\u00eb b\u00ebj. Nuk kam m\u00eb gjum\u00eb. Nuk t\u00eb kam as ty. Thjesht, ka mbetur portreti […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":6713,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249,2065],"class_list":["post-20142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori","tag-mekate"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20142","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=20142"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20142\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}