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VDEKJA JOTE NA TRONDITI?!\u200b
(Kushtuar simotr\u00ebs sime, kunat\u00ebs, Majlinda Molishti)\u200b
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Ah!\u2026 Si mund t\u00eb shkruaj n\u00eb k\u00ebto \u00e7aste?!\u200b
Jam si e mpir\u00eb, jo, s’dua ta besoj\u2026\u200b
Zemra, shpirti, lot\u00ebt, m\u00eb mor\u00ebn logjik\u00ebn,\u200b
E kam humbur fillin\u2026 \u200b
Pse ky lajm kaq i r\u00ebnd\u00eb, tep\u00ebr i hidhur!\u2026 \u200b
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Si rrufe m\u00eb erdhi, shpirtin m\u00eb d\u00ebrrmoi.\u200b
Pse nuk njeh, as frik\u00ebn?!\u200b
Deri n\u00eb kock\u00eb, jam helmuar.\u200b
P\u00ebr simotr\u00ebn time, zem\u00ebr-p\u00ebrv\u00ebluar.\u200b
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Ah! Sa keq, moj mot\u00ebr!\u200b
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P\u00ebr ty \u00ebndrronim, sh\u00ebrim t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb.\u200b
P\u00ebr ty \u00ebndrronim, takime dhe g\u00ebzime. \u200b
V\u00ebllain, Gonin q\u00eb, aq shum\u00eb e doje,\u200b
E, t\u00eb donte, peng t\u00eb kishte prore, n\u00eb kujtimet e veta\u2026\u200b
Ah! T\u00eb donte, m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa duhet jeta\u2026.\u200b
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E godite si plumbi, e plagose t\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebn, \u200b
\u00c7do gj\u00eb rreth nesh, zien jet\u00eb-vrazhd\u00ebsi\u2026 \u200b
P\u00ebr ty lot\u00ebt, nuk do t\u00eb shterojn\u00eb, \u200b
P\u00ebr ne kjo ver\u00eb-dim\u00ebr, u kthye n\u00eb err\u00ebsi!\u200b
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Ah! Tok\u00ebs iu drodh\u00ebn gjymtyr\u00ebt,\u200b
Diellit, keq i iku shk\u00eblqimi, \u200b
Qiellit, iu vra e bukura kalt\u00ebrsia,\u200b
Det Joni, gj\u00ebmoi nga stuhi-m\u00ebrzia.\u200b
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Mua ndihem keq, m\u00eb rr\u00ebmbeu bot\u00eb e tjet\u00ebrsuar.\u200b
Nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb ndjenjave shpirt\u00ebrore,\u200b
Ty moj e vuajtuara shenj\u00ebtore, me vete na i more\u2026 \u200b
Me pjes\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, mbet\u00ebm t\u00eb p\u00ebrv\u00ebluar.\u200b
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Sot e lava unaz\u00ebn me lot, bashk\u00eb me k\u00ebt\u00eb elegji.\u200b
Jo! S’po gjej ngush\u00ebllim tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb dhe t\u00eb huaj,\u200b
Larg jush k\u00ebtu n\u00eb vetmi, as hidh\u00ebrimet\u2026\u200b
Bashk\u00eb, s\u00b4po i p\u00ebrjetojm\u00eb, kjo qenka mbifatkeq\u00ebsi.\u200b
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Jam e kryq\u00ebzuar!\u2026\u200b
E shtr\u00ebngoj fort nj\u00eb fotografi, n\u00eb duart e mia, \u200b
V\u00ebrdall\u00eb, m\u00eb vin\u00eb kujtimet e vala, \u200b
E mbaj mend, t\u00eb bukur si nj\u00eb kartolin\u00eb.\u200b
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E, ty moj mot\u00ebr, me engj\u00ebjt je bashkuar.\u200b
Do t\u00b4na mungosh tmerrsisht, p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht.\u200b
Ty, p\u00ebrjet\u00eb s\u00b4kemi, p\u00ebr t\u00eb harruar.\u200b
Do t\u00eb ruajm\u00eb kujtimet, t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebla njer\u00ebzisht.\u200b<\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00cbR TY N\u00cbN\u00cb!\u200b<\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00ebr ty n\u00ebn\u00eb, q\u00eb ende jeton larg dhe af\u00ebr meje!\u200b
P\u00ebr ty n\u00ebn\u00eb, miliona tr\u00ebndafila jan\u00eb pak,\u200b
Miliona puthje e p\u00ebrqafime, shkreptima hareje,\u200b
T\u00eb qet\u00ebsojm\u00eb zemrat, q\u00eb na digjen flak\u00eb!\u200b
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\u00cbndrrimet m\u00eb pushtojn\u00eb, fluturoj hap\u00ebsirave qiellore.\u200b
Paprimtas dritat m\u00eb ofrojn\u00eb, mjegullat m\u00eb largojn\u00eb.\u200b
Dua t\u00eb vi pran\u00eb teje, dit\u00eb e nat\u00eb,-prore\u2026\u200b
Vall\u00eb, kur do vin\u00eb val\u00ebt jet\u00ebsore, pran\u00eb t\u00eb na bashkojn\u00eb.\u200b
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Kur zgjohem, m\u00ebrzia m\u00eb pushton, shp\u00ebrthej n\u00eb lot,\u200b
Dashuria e pa fund, q\u00eb kam p\u00ebr ty moj n\u00ebn\u00eb,\u200b
Me mij\u00ebra \u00ebndrra dashurie, v\u00ebrtet\u00ebsin\u00eb nuk e pasqyrojn\u00eb\u2026\u200b
Ah! Moj dashuri n\u00eb larg\u00ebsi-afri, m\u00eb ndihmo?!\u200b
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E p\u00ebrhumbur, e palumtur nga \u00ebndrrat m\u00ebngjesore,\u200b
E zhytur, n\u00eb thellimet-agimet e m\u00ebngjezit,\u200b
E trishtuar nga \u00ebndrrat e trazuara t\u00eb nat\u00ebs.\u200b
I lutem zotit, o zot m\u00eb ndihmo?!\u200b
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Dua t\u00eb shkruaj dy fjal\u00eb, me zjar me mall\u00eb,\u200b
P\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn time t\u00eb dashur!\u2026\u200b
Ty shkruaj dy fjal\u00eb, t\u00b4i d\u00ebshmoj si po digjem,\u200b
Pakufish\u00ebm, larg teje zem\u00ebrplasur!\u200b
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JO! Nuk ka fjal\u00eb, s\u00b4ka krahasime, e hidhur jeta ime.\u200b
Kur e kujtoj si m\u00eb tha, kur p\u00ebrkoh\u00ebsisht u ndam\u00eb:\u200b
Ah, e mjera un\u00eb!\u2026 Vetmia po m\u00eb r\u00ebndon!\u2026\u200b
Mos jam p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, n\u00eb trazime?!?!\u200b
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Jo, jo, s\u00b4jam n\u00eb \u00ebndrrime!\u2026 \u200b
Ajo ka z\u00ebn\u00eb ka z\u00ebn\u00eb vend, kurdoher\u00eb,\u200b
Thell\u00eb n\u00eb shpirtin, zemr\u00ebn, mendjen time,\u200b
Jam n\u00eb realitetin me d\u00ebshp\u00ebrime.\u200b
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Ajo, ngado q\u00eb shkoj e ngado q\u00eb vi,\u200b
N\u00eb \u00e7’do koh\u00eb m\u00eb drejton, pa gabime\u2026\u200b
O sikur ta d\u00ebgjoja kurdoher\u00eb,\u200b
Kur merrja dhe kur marr vendime.\u200b
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Oh, oh, sa k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi!\u2026.\u200b
Mendimet rrjedhin, rrjedhin,\u200b
Si uj\u00ebvarat me miliona burime,\u200b
T\u00eb Tetorit t\u00eb kuq, me ty pata qafime!\u2026\u200b
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Ty, n\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb hape der\u00ebn,\u200b
E, furish\u00ebm m\u00eb rr\u00ebmbeve,\u200b
N\u00eb gjoksin t\u00ebnd t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb\u2026\u200b
Me shpirt\u00eb,-bardh\u00ebsi, e hape atmosfer\u00ebn\u2026\u200b
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Oh! Kjo lumturi e pakufi\u2026\u200b
Dashuri zemre, s\u00b4ka vend p\u00ebr shpjegim\u2026.\u200b
Ve\u00e7 mund t\u00eb quhet, tej, tej k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi,\u200b
E thell\u00eb e gjer\u00eb, e pambarim!\u200b
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T\u00eb heshtura, nga gjoksi yt i ngroht\u00eb,\u200b
Rr\u00ebshqiten lot\u00ebt, n\u00eb faqet tona, \u200b
Kur nga buz\u00ebt e tua n\u00ebn\u00eb, belb\u00ebzoi fjala,\u200b
T\u00eb dua n\u00eb shpirt! R\u00ebnkoi zemra jote, mos ik m\u00eb!\u200b
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Miljona buz\u00ebqeshje rreze diellore,\u200b
Shp\u00ebrthyen n\u00eb buz\u00ebt tona,\u200b
Lumturi, g\u00ebzime, dashuri,\u200b
Past\u00ebrti zemash, u mblodh\u00ebn tok.\u200b
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Ah! Dit\u00ebt ik\u00ebn vet\u00ebtim\u00eb , koha kaloi!\u2026\u200b
Ndarja, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, keq na p\u00ebrv\u00ebloi.\u200b
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Ikja ime at\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, me ngrica,\u200b
Qe nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e err\u00ebt e trazuar\u2026\u200b
M\u00eb rr\u00ebmbeve, me p\u00ebrqafime \u200b
N\u00eb vesh m\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebrite e p\u00ebrlotur\u2026\u200b
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Mos ik! Bot\u00ebs nuk i vjen fundi!\u200b
Vall\u00eb, a do m\u00eb takosh p\u00ebrs\u00ebri?!\u200b
Shp\u00ebrthyen! Mall\u00ebngjimi, trishtimi dhimbja,\u200b
Nj\u00eb t\u00ebrmet i fuqish\u00ebm, zemrat tona i tundi.\u200b
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Ah, ah, mor kurbet i mallkuar\u2026\u200b
P\u00ebrse m\u00eb merr vajz\u00ebn nga duart?!\u200b
P\u00ebrse? N\u00eb jet\u00eb, ku paskam m\u00ebkatuar?!\u200b
P\u00ebrse n\u00eb pleq\u00ebri t\u00eb thell\u00eb, jam kaq e vetmuar?!\u200b
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S`m\u00eb l\u00eb t\u00eb shoh f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, t\u00eb \u00e7amallem me nip\u00ebrit,\u200b
T\u00b4i sht\u00ebrngoj\u00eb n\u00eb gji, t\u00b4i p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel\u00eb me duar,\u200b
P\u00ebr ne kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb jet\u00eb zezone, me katrahura, rrebeshe\u2026 \u200b
Deri kur, mos qoft\u00eb e pambaruar, more i mallkuar!\u200b
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Ah! Sikur t\u00eb isha, vet\u00ebm un\u00eb k\u00ebshtu k\u00ebrcure,\u200b
Po me dinak\u00ebri, shum\u00eb zemra n\u00ebnash,\u200b
I ke helmuar, kazane pelimesh iu ke ofruar,\u200b
Shpirt\u00ebrat ua more, pasi i ke sakatuar.\u200b
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Ato ik\u00ebn, me nj\u00eb amanet t\u00eb pa realizuar,\u200b
Amanetin e t\u00eb par\u00ebve, n\u00eb vend duhet \u00e7uar!\u2026\u200b
P\u00ebr nj\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri t\u00eb ribashkuar, jet\u00ebn njer\u00ebzisht,\u200b
Jet\u00ebn shqiptarisht, bashk\u00eb duam p\u00ebr ta g\u00ebzuar!\u200b<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u200bQORTIME?!\u200b<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk e di, \u00e7far\u00eb po ndodh me mua?!\u200b
Vall\u00eb, n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr jam, o n\u00eb realitet,\u200b
Sa her\u00eb m\u00eb qorton, ty mua?!\u200b
Aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb, t\u00eb t\u00eb vlersoj n\u00eb jet\u00eb.\u200b
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Je shpirti im binjak, deri dje s\u00b4arrija t\u00eb di,\u200b
Ah, ah! -Mos vall\u00eb je shpirt-babai im?!!!\u200b
M\u00ebndjen vras, shum\u00eb po vuaj nga kjo befasi,\u200b
Ve\u00e7 teje nuk m\u00eb do, askush n\u00eb bot\u00eb me njer\u00ebzi.\u200b
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P\u00ebrse, nuk marr asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje?!!!\u200b
N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb dim\u00ebrore, q\u00eb e ka mbuluar dhen\u00eb,\u200b
Me pen\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb mendohem, si pish\u00eb po digjem,\u200b
Vall\u00eb, kjo q\u00eb m\u00eb mundon, mos \u00ebsht\u00eb hije e rrem\u00eb?! \u200b
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Sot, n\u00eb bot\u00ebn e g\u00ebnjeshtrave jetojm\u00eb, \u200b
Kjo, mua tmerrsisht m\u00eb frik\u00ebson?!!!\u200b
S\u00b4dua ta besoj\u2026, \u00ebsht\u00eb ve\u00e7 keqkuptim,\u200b
N\u00eb mendime trishtime, pse m\u00eb shqet\u00ebson?!\u200b
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Dua, q\u00eb tani t\u00eb hidhem n\u00eb vegime hareje,\u200b
Jeta \u00ebsht\u00eb e shkurt\u00eb, kjo tragjike-katrahur\u00eb,\u200b
Shpirtin binjak, e dua pran\u00eb meje,\u200b
Babai engj\u00eblli im m\u00eb la, s\u00b4e qafoj dot si dikur.\u200b
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Dua tani t\u00eb mbyll\u00eb syt\u00eb, si engj\u00ebllesh\u00eb,\u200b
N\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrra hareje, t\u00b4i hapi krah\u00ebt\u2026\u200b
Shpirtin binjak, p\u00ebrkrah ta kem,\u200b
T\u00eb fluturojm\u00eb, bashk\u00eb me shqiponjat\u2026.\u200b
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E duam, ajrin e qiellit kaltrosh shqiptar pa re,\u200b
Atje me rreze diellore, n\u00eb detin Jon, t\u00eb pushojm\u00eb.\u200b
Pran\u00eb lul\u00ebkuqeve, mbi nj\u00eb gur buz\u00eb Jonit atje\u2026\u200b
Larg, shum\u00eb larg, s’ mund t\u00eb jemi ne, nuk g\u00ebzojm\u00eb.\u200b
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Larg, shum\u00eb larg, n\u00eb koh\u00ebn peline, \u200b
S’ mund t\u00eb rrojm\u00eb, as t\u00eb vdesim,\u200b
Larg teje, o det-jet\u00eb, stuhi n\u00eb Jon,\u200b
Duam t\u00eb jemi pran\u00eb teje, moj Shqip\u00ebria ime.\u200b<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u200bVDEKJA JOTE NA TRONDITI?!\u200b(Kushtuar simotr\u00ebs sime, kunat\u00ebs, Majlinda Molishti)\u200b\u200bAh!\u2026 Si mund t\u00eb shkruaj n\u00eb k\u00ebto \u00e7aste?!\u200bJam si e mpir\u00eb, jo, s’dua ta besoj\u2026\u200bZemra, shpirti, lot\u00ebt, m\u00eb mor\u00ebn logjik\u00ebn,\u200bE kam humbur fillin\u2026 \u200bPse ky lajm kaq i r\u00ebnd\u00eb, tep\u00ebr i hidhur!\u2026 \u200b\u200bSi rrufe m\u00eb erdhi, shpirtin m\u00eb d\u00ebrrmoi.\u200bPse nuk njeh, as frik\u00ebn?!\u200bDeri n\u00eb kock\u00eb, jam helmuar.\u200bP\u00ebr […]<\/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":[3083],"class_list":["post-25998","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi","tag-landa"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25998","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=25998"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25998\/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=25998"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25998"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25998"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}