{"id":22377,"date":"2019-05-10T18:30:55","date_gmt":"2019-05-10T16:30:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/?p=22377"},"modified":"2019-05-10T18:24:48","modified_gmt":"2019-05-10T16:24:48","slug":"%ef%bb%bfkujdes-nga-ajo-grua","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/2019\/05\/%ef%bb%bfkujdes-nga-ajo-grua\/","title":{"rendered":"\ufeffKujdes nga ajo grua!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Nga Izet S. \u00c7ulli<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ajo medoemos do t\u00eb gjente koh\u00eb t\u00eb dilte p\u00ebrpara n\u00eb rrug\u00eb thuajse rast\u00ebsisht, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

sa her\u00eb q\u00eb mjeku, dihej, do t\u00eb kalonte andej. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

E, ndalte kinse si padashur p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shqet\u00ebsim t\u00eb stisur si: \u201cKam nj\u00eb gjum\u00eb t\u00eb trazuar dhe shoh pothuajse gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin njeri n\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e shumta torturuese q\u00eb p\u00ebrjetoj\u201d, ose: \u201cKur mund t\u00eb m\u00eb siguroni nj\u00eb vizit\u00eb t\u00eb plot\u00eb mjek\u00ebsore\u201d, etj. Llafe bresh\u00ebri, t\u00eb cilat i theksonte me nj\u00eb ngarkes\u00eb gati trallis\u00ebse emocionale. Nuk e di, por erotomania, takimet \u201cdashurore\u201d i donte dhe i sajonte gati n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin vend, q\u00eb ajo e quante \u201ct\u00eb shenjt\u00eb\u201d e n\u00eb ndonj\u00eb rast t\u00eb pap\u00ebrs\u00ebritsh\u00ebm dhe dukej si nj\u00eb skllave ndjenjash t\u00ebrbimtare e dashurish t\u00eb pap\u00ebrmbajtura harbimesh. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– E di q\u00eb tani\njam p\u00ebrskuqur n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb e vesh\u00eb, por t\u00eb lutem m\u00eb jep ndonj\u00eb ila\u00e7. E dua vet\u00ebm\nnga dora jote. – M\u00eb pas i dilte n\u00eb shteg: – Un\u00eb i \u00e7moj shum\u00eb, zilepsem, i dua\nnjer\u00ebzit, por m\u00eb beso, ndjehem kaq e dashuruar, oh, sa e dashuruar q\u00eb jam!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nj\u00eb her\u00eb tjet\u00ebr,\neuforike dhe hipertimike, me emocione t\u00eb gjalla, e gazmuar tejmase i thosh: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Kam nj\u00eb\ngosti ndjellamir\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, sa mir\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebnit t\u00eb vinit dhe ju; do t\u00eb vajz\u00ebrohesha\nm\u00eb shum\u00eb. Me siguri do t\u00eb na e ngrohnit dhe ndritnit m\u00eb tep\u00ebr mbr\u00ebmjen\nogurbardh\u00eb. A do ta kemi k\u00ebt\u00eb fat? Patjet\u00ebr, doktor! T\u00eb faleminderit shum\u00eb!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSa trillore!\n\u2013 mendoi mjeku. \u2013 P\u00ebrse m\u00eb fal\u00ebnderon, un\u00eb asgj\u00eb s\u2019i premtova hi\u00e7 asgj\u00eb!\u201d \u00cbndrrakot\u00eb.\nTekamadhe… Nuk e dinte mjeku: I kishte m\u00ebsuar p\u00ebrmend\u00ebsh apo i rridhnin\nashtu, aq lirsh\u00ebm mendimet, si n\u00eb nj\u00eb sken\u00eb teatrore. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Un\u00eb nuk jam\nsi gjith\u00eb bota, nuk jam si e gjith\u00eb bota, mor ta marr\u00e7a! A e di se shpesh mua m\u00eb\nha dhe kocka, m\u00eb ha edhe gocka! \u2013 dhe dukej sikur kjo shprehje e qet\u00ebsonte, i\npushtonte gjith\u00eb shpirtin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u00c7\u2019sekonda t\u00eb\npam\u00ebshirsh\u00ebm q\u00eb p\u00ebrjetoj pran\u00eb asaj heshtjes t\u00ebnde josh\u00ebse! \u2013 Vazhdoi nj\u00eb her\u00eb,\nshp\u00ebrthyeshm\u00ebrisht, kur, \u00e7\u2018\u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrteta, mjeku nxitonte s\u2019di se ku. Po ajo n\u00eb\nt\u00eb saj\u00ebn: – E sa t\u00eb dashura, sa jet\u00ebdh\u00ebn\u00ebse ishin ato tri rrokje t\u00eb emrit t\u00ebnd.\n– Mbas nj\u00eb ekstaze t\u00eb till\u00eb vazhdoi: – P\u00ebr mua, \u00ebsht\u00eb kaq e dashur, kaq e\nngroht\u00eb \u00e7do qeliz\u00eb e trupit t\u00ebnd! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Si t\u2019i b\u00ebnte\nbisht ai? Si t\u00eb shk\u00ebputej me takt dhe pa e fyer? Po ajo: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Eh, sikur t\u00eb\npija pak nga dashuria jote! \u2013 E syt\u00eb iu gjall\u00ebruan duke marr\u00eb nj\u00eb drit\u00eb t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb,\nsi e ndezur nga nj\u00eb elektricitet i brendsh\u00ebm n\u00eb shpirt. – Po \u201cpartneri\u201d\ns\u2019kishte koh\u00eb t\u00eb mendonte, pale pastaj t\u00eb kishte koh\u00eb p\u00ebr p\u00ebrgjigje. Dhe ajo\nshkundullonte e shkum\u00ebzonte: – Ato labirintet e tua shpirkulluara, \u00e7\u2018formul\u00eb\nmatematikore i zb\u00ebrthen? \u2013 pyeti sakaq tronditsh\u00ebm. E mbante gjat\u00eb vazhdimisht\nn\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb pa e ditur se sa, mbasi me sa dukej, n\u00eb ato \u00e7aste nuk e kishte asfare\nnocionin e pandalsh\u00ebm t\u00eb koh\u00ebs. Niste n\u00eb kok\u00ebn e saj projekte nga m\u00eb t\u00eb\npabesueshmet dhe shprehej se sekondat kalonin shpejt me t\u00eb, mezi i shtynte\nminutat e munges\u00ebs s\u00eb tij dhe priste e priste zem\u00ebrzjarr. – – Mos e prish \u00e7atin\u00eb,\nvepr\u00ebn ton\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt, – tha nj\u00eb her\u00eb duke klithmuar. \u2013 Mos m\u00eb plagos e mos\nm\u00eb izolo m\u00eb shum\u00eb! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMos m\u00eb\nishullo, m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb thosh\u201d, mendoi me vete mjeku.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ai kaloi nj\u00eb\ndit\u00eb krejt shp\u00ebrfillsh\u00ebm dhe papritur, kur ajo si rast\u00ebsisht i doli s\u00ebrish p\u00ebrpara\nduke i shprehur k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb\nmoment kaq fatlumtur q\u00eb erdhe pik\u00ebrisht tani, si me porosi. Falm\u00eb, t\u00eb lutem,\nqoft\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb, edhe e kursqyer qoft\u00eb. Ah, sikur t\u2019i\nbindeshit z\u00ebrit tim nj\u00eb grim\u00eb t\u00eb vetme! \u2013 Dhe psher\u00ebtinte her\u00eb pas here, shtr\u00ebngonte\nduart n\u00eb gjoks e gati sikur i ndalonte frym\u00ebmarrja. M\u00eb tej: – Nj\u00eb mendim i yti\ndo m\u00eb ndri\u00e7onte me siguri m\u00eb shum\u00eb shpirtin e do dep\u00ebrtonte tejetej n\u00eb t\u00eb.\nPushtoje dhe noto n\u00eb shpirtin tim. M\u00eb duket sikur flas me z\u00ebrin t\u00ebnd, besom\u00eb! \u2013\ndhe mprehte fjal\u00eb vet\u00ebm fjal\u00eb, ashtu pa fre, kur nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje i zbriste\nlehtas tat\u00ebpjet\u00eb fytyr\u00ebs dhe nj\u00eb lumturi sikur i kishte veshur ballin… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Doktori, p\u00ebr\nfat t\u00eb keq, kishte spitalin pran\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb saj dhe donte s\u2019donte ai, andej\ndo kalonte. Ndaj ishte n\u00eb siklet t\u00eb madh se e dinte q\u00eb do ndeshej me t\u00eb, ngado\nq\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtitej. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– A e d\u00ebgjon k\u00ebng\u00ebn\ne shpirtit, apo jo?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dhe pask\u00ebtaj\nnxori nga gjoksi disa letrurina, ashtu zem\u00ebrngrir\u00eb, t\u00eb cilat ia kishte kushtuar\natij, me plotkuptim\u00ebsi. Ja nj\u00eb strof\u00eb nga ato: \u201cGjendja e ndezur shpirt\u00ebrore\/\nushqen ndjenjat dashurore\/ si n\u00eb fush\u00eb dhe n\u00eb bjeshk\u00eb\/ ma mban kraharorin eshk\u00eb\u201d\netj. Vargje t\u00eb tilla t\u00eb erotizuara, por nj\u00eb \u00e7ast iu duk sikur ngurt\u00ebsoi syt\u00eb\nnga pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia kur lexoi mimik\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb pandryshuar, t\u00eb heshtur. Q\u00ebndronte\nsi e ngrir\u00eb, fjal\u00ebftoht\u00eb, vet\u00ebm se k\u00ebsaj here e nd\u00ebrpreu vazhdimin e m\u00ebtejme t\u00eb\nleximit t\u00eb krijimit t\u00eb saj poetik, apo ndoshta t\u00eb marra nga librat e ndoshta\nshum\u00eb syresh i kishte m\u00ebsuar p\u00ebrmend\u00ebsh. Se, \u00e7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrteta, ajo lexonte si\nPushkinin, Eseninin, Lermontovin, Tagor\u00ebn, Lev Tolstoin, Stefan Cvajgun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Nuk e di po\npse m\u00eb pret rrug\u00ebn? \u2013 Ia ktheu nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ai, disi ashp\u00ebr dhe ashtu\nmendjeturbulluar.  Po ajo dinte ta zbuste\nsituat\u00ebn e nder\u00eb shpeshher\u00eb. E pa me nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim lut\u00ebs e t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb, fytyr\u00ebs\nsikur po i rr\u00ebshqiste nj\u00eb val\u00eb g\u00ebzimi e tepruar, e mezipritur dhe u shpreh\nsakaq:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Kur takohem\nme ty, a thua se m\u00eb pushton nj\u00eb val\u00ebz e ngroht\u00eb, e \u00ebmb\u00ebl e shum\u00ebpritur! – dhe\ndridhej e t\u00ebra me buz\u00ebt e saj epshore dukej sikur shpirtin ia ngrohte shikimi i\nbashk\u00ebfol\u00ebsit. – Oh, ky moment solemn! \u2013 Hoqi n\u00eb zem\u00ebr thell\u00eb duke p\u00ebrtypur\nmendime t\u00eb tjera n\u00eb kok\u00eb. \u00c7\u2019eufori a ekstaz\u00eb endej n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e saj! \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb\nkjo pavendosm\u00ebri fatale kaq ngulmuese, ftoht\u00ebsi e pad\u00ebgjuar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb?\u201d \u2013\ndukej se po p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste dhe e v\u00ebshtronte me nj\u00eb shikim disi t\u00eb kulluar, t\u00eb past\u00ebr.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– E fshehta\njon\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb ky\u00e7et gjat\u00eb, kuptom\u00eb, t\u00eb lutem, – i tha nj\u00eb her\u00eb tjet\u00ebr\nintimisht dhe gati shpres\u00ebndezur e ashtu haz\u00ebrxhevap, me nj\u00eb besim t\u00eb pap\u00ebrmbajtur\ne rrez\u00ebllim g\u00ebzimplot\u00eb n\u00eb qelizat e pamjes s\u00eb saj: \u201cKjo ur\u00eb q\u00eb na lidh ne t\u00eb dyve,\nnuk duhet t\u00eb shembet, apo jo?\u201d, vazhdoi tashm\u00eb mendjeveri, z\u00ebdrithmuar e me nj\u00eb\nlumturi, e cila i p\u00ebrshkonte fytyr\u00ebn dhe q\u00eb i dukej e pandashme nga ajo e\ntjetrit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Nd\u00ebrhyrjet e\ntij, ndon\u00ebse t\u00eb rralla, nuk kishin as fare vler\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Un\u00eb kam\nbesim. Mua m\u00eb ngjan se portreti yt flet m\u00eb shum\u00eb me heshtjen t\u00ebnde. \u2013 Me sa\nduket kjo ishte arma e fundit q\u00eb p\u00ebrdori, po nuk ishte e th\u00ebn\u00eb: harbimi i s\u00ebmundjes,\nprush\u00ebrimi i saj, d\u00ebshirat e pamata \u00ebnd\u00ebrrtare, refreni i paprer\u00eb i shpresave t\u00eb\nhumbura, tashm\u00eb po e b\u00ebnin t\u00eb vet\u00ebn. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– A nuk e\nkupton \u2013 E pyeti t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen \u2013 se shpirti im \u00ebsht\u00eb i fshehur tek yti n\u00eb k\u00ebto \u00e7aste,\nsi nj\u00eb shirit i pak\u00ebputur magnetofoni? Merri p\u00ebr dore d\u00ebshirat tona dhe ke p\u00ebr\nt\u00eb par\u00eb, shijuar e vler\u00ebsuar zjarrisht\u00ebn gj\u00ebmimtare t\u00eb ndjenjave t\u00eb mia t\u00eb d\u00eblira…\nPse s\u2019ma \u00ebmb\u00eblson zemr\u00ebn? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zem\u00ebrrrahja\ndukej se do ta \u00e7ante gjoksin e tejlodhur. Tani e ndiqte me nj\u00eb shikim tejet t\u00eb\nm\u00ebrish\u00ebm… \u00c7do bised\u00eb e takim me t\u00eb ishte gati i nj\u00ebjt\u00eb, si nj\u00eb sken\u00eb e parap\u00ebrgatitur\nartistike, e lexuar me siguri n\u00ebp\u00ebr libra erotik\u00eb, q\u00eb tani shiteshin me kile.\nAjo v\u00ebrtitej n\u00eb nj\u00eb kah, si fyellit q\u00eb i bihet n\u00eb nj\u00eb vrim\u00eb. Dialogu nuk ishte\ndialog, p\u00ebrderisa nuk kishte reagim e p\u00ebrgjigje nga \u201cpala tjet\u00ebr\u201d. Ajo realisht\nvet\u00eb fliste, vet\u00eb skuqej e p\u00ebrskuqej, po vet\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte at\u00eb q\u00eb thosh dhe kurr\u00eb\nnuk t\u00eb linte koh\u00eb e vend p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur e as p\u00ebr t\u00eb menduar. Ngjanin me monolog\u00eb\nt\u00eb pafund e t\u00eb stisur artificialisht m\u00eb shum\u00eb, por gjithsesi, ai e d\u00ebgjonte p\u00ebr\npolites\u00eb dhe ngase ishte m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte t\u00eb s\u00ebmurin, gj\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb art m\u00eb\nvete. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shoqi dhe f\u00ebmija\ni saj i p\u00ebrjetonin me dhembje skena t\u00eb atilla p\u00ebr s\u00eb largu, t\u00eb heshtuar, t\u00eb l\u00ebnduar.\nI kishte ndodhur nj\u00eb shoku t\u00eb k\u00ebtij mjeku, dikur, me nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr l\u00ebnesh\u00eb, e cila\np\u00ebrpiqej me k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe me duar e vente-vinte p\u00ebr t\u2019i r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy atij, madje edhe\nduke i th\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb rast: \u201cTy t\u00eb mungon kryesori: Guximi!\u201d, por kjo ia kalonte.\nSa keq p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shfaqje t\u00eb till\u00eb, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje t\u00eb shprehur mendore, p\u00ebr t\u00eb\ncil\u00ebn ajo as e kishte fare iden\u00eb. Sa bukur shprehej nobelisti Kamilio Hoze\nSela: \u201cSigurisht ne duhet t\u00eb dallojm\u00eb qart\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka e jo t\u00eb marrim p\u00ebr dashuri\n\u00e7rregullimet e sistemit nervor.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kujdes,\nkoleg\u00eb! Ajo duhet mjekuar seriozisht. \u00cbsht\u00eb erotomane! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marr\u00eb nga Libri \u201cT\u00eb jesh mjek\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Nga Izet S. \u00c7ulli Ajo medoemos do t\u00eb gjente koh\u00eb t\u00eb dilte p\u00ebrpara n\u00eb rrug\u00eb thuajse rast\u00ebsisht, sa her\u00eb q\u00eb mjeku, dihej, do t\u00eb kalonte andej. E, ndalte kinse si padashur p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shqet\u00ebsim t\u00eb stisur si: \u201cKam nj\u00eb gjum\u00eb t\u00eb trazuar dhe shoh pothuajse gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin njeri n\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e shumta torturuese q\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":22378,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22377","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22377","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=22377"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22377\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/22378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22377"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22377"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22377"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}