PO FAJIN E KA ZEMRA\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Merre bes\u00ebn time,
gjakun q\u00eb si shpoti po ta l\u00ebshoj,
sikur gjith\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjet t\u00eb pinin,
shk\u00ebndi zjarresh do v\u00ebrg\u00ebllojn\u00eb.
Merre qeliz\u00ebn time,
diellin q\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt po ta dhuroj,
diku m\u00eb ke prekur zemr\u00ebn,
tani as truri s’ kuvendon.
Po fajin e ka zemra,
ajo z\u00eb e s\u00ebmbon,
diku \u00ebsht\u00eb lidhur ora,
tik taku z\u00eb e gj\u00ebmon.
M\u00ebngjezi duket af\u00ebr,
ylberi p\u00ebrkarshi,
hapat trokasin te gjaku,
z\u00ebra venash pa kufi.
Po fajin e ka zjarri,
th\u00ebngjijt\u00eb n\u00ebn mangall,
aty del avulli dhe faji,
aty zemra s’ka plan\u2026
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MOS I PREKNI SYT\u00cb..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Syt\u00eb lind\u00ebn n\u00eb nj\u00eb nat\u00eb si kjo,
t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb e nazike,
t\u00eb puthur n\u00eb fsheht\u00ebsi,
dit\u00ebn i flisnin qiellit,
nat\u00ebn b\u00ebnin herezi.
Dashuronin syt\u00eb e panjohur,
brithnin gardhit gjith\u00eb k\u00ebrsh\u00ebri,
ishin kthyer xix\u00ebllonj\u00eb,
kur h\u00ebna mbyllej n\u00eb kuvli.
Mos i prekni syt\u00eb e pjekur,
rilindin n\u00eb fsheht\u00ebsi,
bredhin brigjeve t\u00eb buta,
nga lisi shp\u00ebrthyer n\u00eb arrati.
Kur t\u00eb vij\u00eb m\u00ebngjesi,
kthehen mbret\u00ebr,
udh\u00eb n\u00eb gjalles\u00eb,
k\u00ebshilltar t\u00eb ndrojtur,
Pik\u00eb plumbi pa ndales\u00eb\u2026
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STIN\u00cbT DHE TI I DASHUR\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stin\u00ebt dhe ti i dashur jeni nj\u00eb,
si ajo rroba e shpirtit,
q\u00eb nuk vesh k\u00ebmishat e bot\u00ebs.
Dielli dhe ti i dashur ngjasoni,
pik\u00ebrisht te ato rrezet e ngrohta q\u00eb dep\u00ebrtojn\u00eb n\u00eb thell\u00ebsi ,
p\u00ebr t\u00eb hequr t\u00eb dridhurat e net\u00ebve t\u00eb zjarrta.
A \u00e8 di sa her\u00eb flasim,
un\u00eb zbuloj nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb q\u00eb xhvishet e vishet si tul i pjekur shkrir\u00eb n\u00eb goj\u00eb ,
n\u00eb nj\u00eb ngjizje p\u00ebrrallore.
Them\u00eb t\u00eb lagemi ashtu si amfor\u00eb,
t\u00eb vrapojm\u00eb cep m\u00eb cep n\u00eb ishullin ku loz e qesh e bukura h\u00ebn\u00eb.
Dashurin\u00eb ta djegim n\u00eb pasionin e mallit t\u00eb munguar ,
q\u00eb nga frika e bot\u00ebs breth net\u00ebve n\u00eb prag arratie.
Sot e vendos\u00ebm do shkelim n\u00eb ndales\u00ebn e er\u00ebs,
do dorzohemi n\u00eb bisqe t\u00eb njoma ,
do vjedhim or\u00ebt e maleve q\u00eb fshihen kuturu zgavrave t\u00eb pyllit,
ku un\u00eb e ti varim ret\u00eb nga dashuria e pritjeve t\u00eb mundura\u2026
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KA T\u00cb NGJAR\u00cb\u2026..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ka t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb,
q\u00eb e bukura h\u00ebn\u00eb,
nat\u00ebn t\u00eb ulet n\u00eb l\u00ebndin\u00eb,
n\u00eb luledelet e haruara t\u00eb fsheh virgj\u00ebrin\u00eb.
Ka t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb\u2026puthjen ta fsheh te burimi,
q\u00eb nat\u00ebn djemt\u00eb \u00e7apk\u00ebn ,
ta rr\u00ebmbejn\u00eb ..kur fushat i z\u00eb trishtimi,
kur frutat z\u00ebn\u00eb e m\u00ebkatojn\u00eb,
se pema me djallin rri e kuvendon.
Ka t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb..q\u00eb h\u00ebna t\u00eb presi diellin,
e trupin plot ledhe t\u00eb harkuar,
ta b\u00ebj\u00eb \u00e7erdhe..n\u00ebn pend\u00ebn ,
e nj\u00eb puple t\u00eb harruar.
Nat\u00ebn kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb do flen\u00eb,
do lindin yje ,
n\u00ebn petkun e drit\u00ebs ,
dhe n\u00eb hijen e r\u00ebnies\u2026
RUDINA PAPAJANI<\/p>\n\n\n\n
MIDIS T\u00cb TJERAVE\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Midis t\u00eb tjerave,
ti je si ajo vera e vjet\u00ebr q\u00eb mbush kup\u00ebn e fildisht n\u00eb net\u00eat me h\u00ebn\u00eb.
Je aroma q\u0113 mbush me g\u00ebzim,
nj\u00eb shpirt t\u00eb trishtuar dhe bosh.
Midis t\u0113 tjerave ti e dashur,
m\u00eb dukesh uji i past\u00ebr,
q\u0113 dhe gjolin mbyt\u00ebs,
e kthen n\u00eb burim jet\u00ebsor.
A e di pse t\u0113 dua,
ja p\u00ebr at\u00eb zemr\u00ebn e but\u0113,
p\u00ebr shpirtin q\u00eb val\u00ebzon me er\u00ebn kryene\u00e7e.
P\u00ebr z\u00ebrin t\u0113nd ting\u00ebllues,
q\u00eb prek dhe barin e njom\u00eb,
dhe yjet i kandis t\u00eb dalin,
nat\u0113n kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb flen\u00eb.
E di q\u0113 ke mall g\u0113rryes,
edhe nat\u0113n gjum\u00eb nuk v\u00eb,
por mos m\u00eb prek tani e dashur,
larg dhe un\u00eb me qiellin bisedoj.
Kur do t\u00eb shihemi prap\u00eb,
apo si gjithmon\u00eb n\u00eb ato vargjet e tua,
ku un\u00eb s ngjaj me ask\u00ebnd,
dhe t\u00eb zgjoj \u00e7do m\u00ebngjes,
me at\u0113 diellin pranveror.
Tani dhe moti u kthjelltua,
dhe hap\u00ebsir\u00eb mes nesh nuk ka,
sepse ti vjen kaluar,
e un\u00eb t\u00eb pres me nj\u00eb kal\u00eb t\u00eb bardh\u00eb\u2026\u2026
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U DOL\u00cbM P\u00cbRPARA DIT\u00cbVE\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lind\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb paqt\u00eb,
\nme veten dhe me ju,
\nhodh\u00ebm spiranc\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb lir\u00eb,
\nn\u00eb \u00e7erdhen e fatit,
\nq\u00eb qethet kaluar nga makinat e kujtesave,
\nq\u00eb flasin nga kurmet e lodhura.
\nI dol\u00ebm p\u00ebrpara dit\u00ebve,
\nme \u00e7mimin e l\u00ebkurave t\u00eb holluara,
\nme syt\u00eb plot perde ,
\nnga tymnaja e filluar.
\nKaluam nga shtegu n\u00eb shteg,
\ngurin hijer\u00ebnd\u00eb e t\u00eb ciflosur,
\n e dergj\u00ebm n\u00eb nj\u00eb kupol\u00eb q\u00eb shfryn.
\nDhe gjithmon\u00eb flasim me vete,
\nsi p\u00ebr t’u mjekuar,
\nme at\u00eb tis t\u00eb holl\u00eb mjalti,
\nq\u00eb mplekset kaluar ,
\nn\u00eb neuronet e trurit q\u00eb b\u00ebrtet.
\nDashuruam t\u00eb pafaj,
\nluftuam me veten t\u00eb harronim,
\nato sy bukurat,
\nmes k\u00ebputurat q\u00eb vinin v\u00ebrdall\u00eb,
\nluftuam me plag\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl,
\ngozhdimin pa kushte ,
\nyllin e celebruar,
\nn\u00eb kupidin e bot\u00ebs mbar\u00eb\u2026..
\nRUDINA PAPAJANI .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
PO FAJIN E KA ZEMRA\u2026 Merre bes\u00ebn time, gjakun q\u00eb si shpoti po ta l\u00ebshoj, sikur gjith\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjet t\u00eb pinin, shk\u00ebndi zjarresh do v\u00ebrg\u00ebllojn\u00eb. Merre qeliz\u00ebn time, diellin q\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt po ta dhuroj, diku m\u00eb ke prekur zemr\u00ebn, tani as truri s’ kuvendon. Po fajin e ka zemra, ajo z\u00eb e s\u00ebmbon, diku \u00ebsht\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":24240,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[106],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24239","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24239","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=24239"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24239\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/24240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}