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JETA STUHI NA BASHKOI?! \u200b
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E heshtur mbushem plot vrer\u2026 \u200b\u200b
I thash\u00eb shpirtit, mos u l\u00ebndo! \u200b\u200b
I thash\u00eb zemr\u00ebs, mos u dor\u00ebzo?!\u200b\u200b
I thash\u00eb vetes, stoike q\u00ebndro?!\u200b\u200b
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E, si mund t\u00eb q\u00ebndroja pa ju?!\u200b\u200b
Stuhive jet\u00ebsore, shum\u00eb ishit p\u00ebrpalsur, \u200b\u200b
Derisa iu gjeta juve, q\u00eb pas maleve,’\u200b\u200b
Ju deg\u00ebdisi si mos m\u00eb keq jeta. \u200b\u200b
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Si n\u00ebn\u00eb e alarmuar e pap\u00ebrmbajtur,\u200b\u200b
E cila, n\u00eb dallg\u00eb deti me stuhi\u2026\u200b\u200b
I k\u00ebrkon, dy foshnje t\u00eb humbura.\u200b\u200b
Duke lebeditur, duke qajtur!\u2026\u200b\u200b
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Ah! Shk\u00ebmbin, p\u00ebr ju do ta \u00e7aja,\u200b\u200b
T’ju p\u00ebrqafoja me mall\u00eb,\u200b\u200b
Bashk\u00eb me ju, n\u00eb jet\u00eb, \u200b\u200b
Aromat tuaja, t\u00b4ua ndjeja duke u \u00e7mall\u00eb, \u200b\u200b
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Val\u00ebt e stuhive jet\u00ebsore,\u200b\u200b
Si dallg\u00ebt detare, q\u00eb na p\u00ebrplas\u00ebn,\u200b\u200b
Si nositja, do t\u00eb shp\u00ebrtheja, \u200b\u200b
Horizonteve jet\u00ebsore, t\u00eb ngadhnjeja.\u200b\u200b
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Ne, pambarim me p\u00ebrkushtime,\u200b\u200b
N\u00eb g\u00ebzime, shqet\u00ebsime, sakrifica, me \u00e7ortime, \u200b\u200b
Dit\u00eb-net\u00ebve, nd\u00ebr vite pran\u00eb nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebs\u2026 \u200b\u200b
Mbijetuam me dashuri, ju devotshm\u00ebria ime!\u2026\u200b\u200b
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Oh! Me sa k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi dhe d\u00ebshir\u00eb, \u200b\u200b
Do t\u00b4ju mb\u00ebshtillja si lulet n\u00eb gjoksin tim, \u200b\u200b
me ledhatime!\u200b\u200b
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Ju jeni vaji, ju jeni k\u00ebnga,\u200b\u200b
Jeni, m\u00eb shum\u00eb, krenaria, \u200b\u200b
Kur po m\u00eb g\u00ebrryen m\u00ebrgimi,\u200b\u200b
N\u00eb k\u00ebto vite t\u00eb r\u00ebnda\u2026\u200b\u200b
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Ju, m\u00eb zbukuronit, m\u00eb zgjatonit,\u200b\u200b
jet\u00ebn, me buz\u00ebqeshje, me p\u00ebrqafime.\u200b\u200b
Me ato shikime t\u00eb zjarrta, si dy yllka drite. \u200b\u200b
Dashuria njer\u00ebzore, nuk matet me kandare,\u200b\u200b
Oh! Matet me zemrat bujare, n\u00eb gjeografin\u00eb bot\u00ebrore.\u200b\u200b
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Ju dua shum\u00eb, tani, shpirt\u00ebrisht po vuaj!\u200b\u200b
Larg\u00ebsia e mallkuar, po na ndan\u00eb?!\u2026 \u200b\u200b
Engj\u00eblloret e mia, dashuria, p\u00ebrjet\u00eb na bashkon, \u200b\u200b
Shpit\u00ebrisht ju kam pran\u00eb e pran\u00eb.\u200b\u200b
Rreze e fuqishme diellore na mban\u00eb.\u200b\u200b
3 Korrik, 2020<\/p>\n\n\n\n
SHK\u00cbLQIM N\u00cb K\u00cbRKIM!
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E k\u00ebrkoja, e k\u00ebrkoja, e k\u00ebrkoja, \u200b
O sa shum\u00eb, e k\u00ebrkoja si e marr\u00eb!\u200b
At\u00eb yll drite, q\u00eb prej shekujsh s’e kisha par\u00eb?! \u200b
Papritur, dridhjet pushtuan kraharorin\u200b
tim.\u200b
Vall\u00eb, n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr jam, apo n\u00eb\u200b
thellim-mendim!?!?\u200b
Nga ky zgjim, diellor ngash\u00ebrim!?\u200b
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Dy shpirt\u00ebra, si dy lule t\u00eb pastra, \u200b
t\u00eb ftohura nga vesa e Tetorit! \u200b
Q\u00eb pushojn\u00eb t\u00eb “heshtura”\u2026, \u200b
Pran\u00eb e pran\u00eb, njera tjetr\u00ebs?!\u200b
Dikur, lumturin\u00eb koha ua mori.\u200b
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Disi shokuese, \u200be pakuptueshme, e val\u00eb\u2026.\u200b
Nj\u00eb t\u00ebrmet, ”tronditje\u2026”, i zgjoi petalet, \u200b
V\u00ebrshuan, u realizuan idealet!\u2026.\u200b
Vite t\u00eb fshikulluara idhsh\u00ebm, \u200b
Nga kamxhik\u00ebt e koh\u00ebs, t\u00eb l\u00ebnduar,\u200b
T\u00eb plagosura, m\u00ebrgimtar\u00ebt e jet\u00ebs!\u200b
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Miliona rreze ngroht\u00ebsie,\u200b
N\u00eb tok\u00ebn arb\u00ebrore rrodh\u00ebn,\u200b
Nga burimet e thella shpirt\u00ebrore,\u200b
Si dy zoq t\u00eb trembur,\u200b
U shfaq\u00ebn n\u00eb horizonte!.. \u200b
Dy buz\u00ebqeshje u drodh\u00ebn,\u200b
N\u00eb buz\u00ebt tona?!?!\u200b
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T\u00eb lumtur u p\u00ebrqafuam. \u200b
E vijat e ballit, tin\u00ebzisht d\u00ebshmuan\u2026.\u200b
Tmerr\u00ebsisht, ishim plakur!..\u200b
Ec\u00ebm n\u00eb sheshet, dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb.\u200b
E, lumturin\u00eb e befasishme e shijuam.\u200b
Bised\u00ebn e k\u00ebndshme miq\u00ebsore,\u200b
Si val\u00eb deti, vazhduam!\u2026 \u200b
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Triumfuam, mbi koh\u00ebn mizore,\u200b
E shkel\u00ebm m\u00ebrzin\u00eb!\u2026. \u200b
Ec\u00ebm p\u00ebrpara, ngadhnjimtar\u00eb,\u200b
Me buz\u00ebqeshje, u ndam\u00eb krenar\u00eb.\u200b<\/p>\n\n\n\n
PSE HARROHEN?!!!\u200b
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Mendoj, mendoj, mendoj, \u200b\u200b
Mb\u00ebshtetur keq pas murit, \u200b\u200b
Me zemr\u00ebn e vrar\u00eb, me trupin q\u00eb m\u00eb dridhet,\u200b\u200b
Lot\u00ebt s\u00b4i p\u00ebrmbaj\u00eb dot, gurgullojn\u00eb?!\u2026\u200b\u200b
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Nga dritarja, hedh v\u00ebshtrimet,\u200b\u200b
Plot trazime, dua t\u00eb qet\u00ebsohem ca?!\u2026\u200b\u200b
M\u00eb trondit\u00eb err\u00ebsira, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb,\u200b\u200b
T\u00eb ftoht\u00eb, t\u00eb gjat\u00eb me trishtim.\u200b\u200b
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I l\u00eb yjet lart n\u00eb qiell, tek e tuk, \u200b\u200b
Heshtur, heshtur, pran\u00eb tryez\u00ebs afrohem,\u200b\u200b
Duart m\u00eb dridhen, lapsin s\u00b4e komandoj,\u200b\u200b
N\u00eb flet dot, me bot\u00ebn revoltohem,\u200b\u200b
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Eh, eh! \u00c7\u00b4jan\u00eb, k\u00ebto vargje \u200b\u200b
t\u00eb l\u00ebnduara sonte?!\u200b\u200b
Lapsin dhe letr\u00ebn i ngjeshi, \u200b\u200b
Si arm\u00ebt n\u00eb fush\u00ebbetej\u00eb.\u200b\u200b
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K\u00ebtu pran\u00eb meje, e shoh kanarin\u00ebn,\u200b\u200b
Disi e trembur m\u00eb v\u00ebshtron. \u200b\u200b
T\u00eb lutem, mos ke frik\u00eb,\u200b\u200b
Me ty, dhimbjen dua t\u00eb ndaj\u00eb.\u200b\u200b
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As n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb, t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb p\u00ebr nder,\u200b\u200b
Jo, nuk e dua, pesimizmin e pa shpres\u00eb?!\u200b\u200b
T\u00eb bashkoj p\u00ebrpjekjet e mia, me lutjet tua, \u200b\u200b
\u00e7elik n\u00eb q\u00ebndres\u00eb.\u200b\u200b
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Dua t\u00eb hapi zemr\u00ebn time, \u200b\u200b
N\u00eb krah\u00ebt e mi t\u00eb fluturosh, \u200b\u200b
T\u00eb mbaj\u00eb n\u00eb duar, si n\u00ebna f\u00ebmij\u00ebn.\u200b\u200b
E dua buz\u00ebqeshjen t\u00ebnde, dua t\u00eb na lumturosh?!\u200b\u200b
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Un\u00eb t\u00eb jap dashuri, ty m\u00eb jep t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl bekimin. \u200b\u200b
T\u00eb iki nga kurbeti mallkuar, t\u00b4 ju mbaj\u00eb n\u00eb preh\u00ebr,\u200b\u200b
Gjith\u00eb bilbilat e kanarinat, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt n\u00eb nevoj\u00eb, \u200b\u200b
Me duar, me dashuri si me jorganet t\u00b4u mbuloj\u00eb!\u200b\u200b
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Stacioni im i par\u00eb, p\u00ebr Edjonin ton\u00eb t\u00eb dashur, \u200b\u200b
Ah, ah, sa d\u00ebshir\u00eb kam, kam mall\u00eb p\u00ebr ta takuar. \u200b\u200b
Ta p\u00ebrqafoja fort e fort, pran\u00eb vetes,\u200b\u200b
Si nj\u00eb bilbil, bukuroshin ta ofroja.\u200b\u200b
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T\u00eb tunden, t\u00eb g\u00ebzohen, t\u00eb qet\u00ebsohen,\u200b\u200b
Malli, shpresa, dashuria,\u200b\u200b
T\u00eb flasim me gjuh\u00ebn e shpirtit,\u200b\u200b
T\u00eb mb\u00ebshtes kok\u00ebn tek ty.\u200b\u200b
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Dua t\u00eb vij\u00eb atje, ku e ka burimin lumturia.\u200b\u200b
P\u00ebrse, k\u00ebta f\u00ebmij\u00eb harrohen vall\u00eb,\u200b\u200b
Fetar\u00ebt dhe pushtetar\u00ebt, pse harrojn\u00eb,\u200b\u200b
S\u00b4e \u00e7’\u00ebsht\u00eb vuajtja e nj\u00eb n\u00ebne, me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt n\u00eb nevoj\u00eb?!\u200b\u200b
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Pse s\u00b4 kuptojn\u00eb, s\u00b4e \u00e7’\u00ebsht\u00eb dashuria..\u200b\u200b
S\u00b4e \u00e7’ \u00ebsht\u00eb dhimbshuria e nj\u00eb n\u00ebne,\u200b\u200b
Q\u00eb vuan e drejt\u00ebsi nuk gjen dot,\u200b\u200b
Troket, troket, e troket kot, n\u00eb \u00e7do port\u00eb.\u200b\u200b
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Padrejt\u00ebsi, me t\u00eb sotmen, shum\u00eb pasiguri,\u200b\u200b
P\u00ebr t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, p\u00ebr k\u00ebta f\u00ebmij\u00eb, t\u00eb d\u00ebrrmuar,\u200b\u200b
Pa shtet, e pa zot, t\u00eb humbur pa ndihmat,\u200b\u200b
Ah m\u00eb e keqe se korona virusi je, o fatkerq\u00ebsi?!\u200b\u200b
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O Zot! O Zot! Kam besim vet\u00ebm tek ti,\u200b
N\u00eb k\u00ebto vite t\u00eb zymta, n\u00eb k\u00ebto vite dyshimta?!\u2026\u200b\u200b
T\u00eb lutem! Ndihmoje bot\u00ebn e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u00eb dob\u00ebsuar,\u200b\u200b
T\u00eb gjith\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e kopshteve, me aft\u00ebsi t\u00eb kufizuara.\u200b\u200b
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Jam n\u00ebn\u00eb, r\u00ebnd\u00eb l\u00ebndohem, shqet\u00ebsohem?!\u2026.\u200b\u200b
K\u00ebt\u00eb plag\u00eb t\u00eb thell\u00eb prind\u00ebrore-njer\u00ebzore,\u200b\u200b
Q\u00eb, s\u00b4po sh\u00ebrohet nd\u00ebr mote, an\u00eb k\u00ebsaj bote,\u200b\u200b
E ndiej n\u00eb shpirt, e s’e duroj dot!\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
URIMI ZJARMIE!\u200b<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(Kushtuar bashk\u00ebshortit tim Agronit, me rastin e dit\u00eblindjes) \u200b<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ty, t\u00b4i fali k\u00ebto vargje, si drit\u00eb kuror\u00eb,\u200b
T\u00b4i shtr\u00ebngoj\u00eb fort, nga dashuria t\u00eb mb\u00ebrthejn\u00eb,\u200b
Si asnj\u00ebjher\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, t\u00eb urojm\u00eb edhe 100 vite,\u200b
Vullnetet bashk\u00ebshortore, prore t\u00eb shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb!
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Lumturi familjare, mbar\u00ebsi krenari shqiptare,\u200b
Sh\u00ebndet, dashuri pa\u00e7im bashk\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn,\u200b
Sh\u00ebndeti dhe dashuria, jan\u00eb vet\u00eb lumturia,\u200b
Sinqeriteti, besnik\u00ebria, koh\u00ebn e b\u00ebjn\u00eb krenare.\u200b
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P\u00ebr mua k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi, lart\u00ebsi qiellore do t\u00eb ishte, \u200b
Me zem\u00ebr, t\u00eb t\u00eb falja respektin dhe dashurin\u00eb, \u200b
Shpirti t\u00eb ndizej zjar, nga vargjet e mia flak\u00ebrishte,\u200b
Asgj\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb p\u00ebr mua, m\u00eb kuptim s\u00b4do t\u00eb kishte.\u200b
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Dhe, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb zjar t\u00eb madh drite, \u200b
T\u00eb rritej Olsi, t\u00eb piqej martesa,\u200b
Mbaj mend, dikur ishim t\u00eb rinj, \u200b
Flisnim p\u00ebr poezin\u00eb, qe besa\u2026\u200b
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N\u00eb at\u00eb dhom\u00eb t\u00eb heshtur, me flakadan\u200b
Ah! Pse s\u00b4e kam shkruar, n\u00eb letrat e mia,\u200b
At\u00ebbot\u00eb, e kam menduar, pa t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb,\u200b
Ty ishe p\u00ebrballimi, p\u00ebrmallimi, si vet poezia.\u200b
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D\u00ebshiroja t\u00eb flisja, mbi poezit\u00eb rinore, hyjnore,\u200b
E, ty m\u00eb v\u00ebshtroje, i habitur shprehje habin\u00eb,\u200b
M\u00eb thoshe, pse gjith\u00eb k\u00ebto lot p\u00ebr poezin\u00eb?!\u200b
Harroje, q\u00eb dashurin\u00eb ton\u00eb, ashtu e kam vaditur\u2026\u200b
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Ishte p\u00ebr ty kjo, nj\u00eb ekuacion i pazgjidhur, \u200b
Thon\u00eb, q\u00eb poet\u00ebt rr\u00ebnj\u00ebt i kan\u00eb n\u00eb ndjenja,\u200b
Ndoshta s\u00b4e dije q\u00eb, shpirti im si me ty, me poezin\u00eb qe lidhur! \u200b
Si lulediellore, si kalt\u00ebrsi qiellore, rriten dhe nuk vyshken prore!\u200b
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Lule tulipane n\u00ebn dhe, duken se, vdesin dimrave,\u200b
Oh! Pranverave rilidin, ato rinore p\u00ebrs\u00ebri,\u200b
Tani, sikur ty vargjet i ledhatoj, ca e vonuar,\u200b
Me frym\u00ebzim, p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelje, ngroht\u00ebsi,\u200b
Mendoj, jo kjo dashuri s\u00b4ka p\u00ebrfunduar\u2026\u200b
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Epo, k\u00ebshtu, si p\u00ebr mbar\u00eb njer\u00ebzimin, \u200b
P\u00ebr ne i dashur, dhurata i paska jeta\u2026\u200b
Me dallg\u00eb t\u00eb fuqishme, her\u00eb me dallg\u00eb t\u00eb qeta.\u200b
Gjithnj\u00eb me synime p\u00ebrparimi, kemi shp\u00ebtimin\u2026\u200b
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M\u00eb lejo t\u00eb t\u00eb rr\u00ebmbej\u00eb me afsh, dua t\u00eb jap\u00eb nj\u00eb qafim\u2026\u200b
Ty dhe Olsi p\u00ebr mua jeni gjith\u00ebsia, jeni lumturia.\u200b
Jeni vaji dhe k\u00ebnga, jeni forca pendimi\u2026\u200b
N\u00eb k\u00ebto vite t\u00eb r\u00ebnda, q\u00eb po na i sjell\u00eb i keqi m\u00ebrgimi.\u200b
Mbi gjith\u00e7ka n\u00eb bot\u00eb, sot dua t\u00eb realizohet yni urimi.\u200b
7 Korrik, 2020<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u200bJETA STUHI NA BASHKOI?! \u200b\u200bE heshtur mbushem plot vrer\u2026 \u200b\u200bI thash\u00eb shpirtit, mos u l\u00ebndo! \u200b\u200bI thash\u00eb zemr\u00ebs, mos u dor\u00ebzo?!\u200b\u200bI thash\u00eb vetes, stoike q\u00ebndro?!\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200bE, si mund t\u00eb q\u00ebndroja pa ju?!\u200b\u200bStuhive jet\u00ebsore, shum\u00eb ishit p\u00ebrpalsur, \u200b\u200bDerisa iu gjeta juve, q\u00eb pas maleve,’\u200b\u200bJu deg\u00ebdisi si mos m\u00eb keq jeta. \u200b\u200b\u200b\u200bSi n\u00ebn\u00eb e alarmuar e pap\u00ebrmbajtur,\u200b\u200bE cila, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":25454,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[106],"tags":[1251],"class_list":["post-25911","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi","tag-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25911","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=25911"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25911\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/25454"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25911"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25911"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25911"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}