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N\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb me poetin Hamdi Skeja, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 bisedave t\u00eb zakonshme p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn, let\u00ebrsin\u00eb, reportazhet dhe ato \u201cshkrime me spec\u201d q\u00eb ai shpesh i n\u00ebnshkruan me fines\u00eb e ironi n\u00ebn emrin e personazhit \u201cshoqe\u201d, ndodhi di\u00e7ka q\u00eb do m\u00eb mbetet gjat\u00eb n\u00eb kujtes\u00eb. Poeti m\u00eb dhuroi librin e tij m\u00eb t\u00eb ri me poezi: \u201cJetoj brenda nj\u00eb gruaje\u201d.
E mora me emocion, dhe sapo u ktheva n\u00eb tavolin\u00ebn e pun\u00ebs, nisa ta lexoj. Faqe pas faqeje, poezi pas poezie, ndjeva se nuk kisha m\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr, por nj\u00eb pasaport\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb fuste thell\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00ebn shpirt\u00ebrore t\u00eb autorit, bot\u00ebn e gruas, t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb, t\u00eb mallit dhe t\u00eb trishtimit t\u00eb bukur.
Q\u00eb n\u00eb poezin\u00eb \u201cVajza e luleve\u201d, ku malli b\u00ebhet p\u00ebrdit\u00eb m\u00eb i madh, ndjeva nj\u00eb stil poetik t\u00eb q\u00eblluar, nj\u00eb thjesht\u00ebsi q\u00eb nuk e humb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb thell\u00ebsin\u00eb. Vargjet \u201c\u00e7do m\u00ebngjes m\u00eb mbyt malli\u201d t\u00eb godasin si nj\u00eb z\u00eb i brendsh\u00ebm q\u00eb s\u2019gjen qet\u00ebsi. M\u00eb pas, n\u00eb poezin\u00eb \u201cJemi dy shk\u00ebmbinj\u201d, poeti e vendos dashurin\u00eb dhe mallin p\u00ebrball\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, n\u00eb nj\u00eb p\u00ebrplasje q\u00eb rrjedh natyrsh\u00ebm dhe t\u00eb l\u00eb pa fjal\u00eb.
N\u00eb poezin\u00eb \u201cSikur t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb koh\u00eb tjet\u00ebr\u201d, dashuria shp\u00ebrthen n\u00eb form\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb past\u00ebr, por gjithmon\u00eb me mallin si sfond. Ai nuk shkruan thjesht p\u00ebr gruan, por jeton brenda saj, n\u00eb ndjesin\u00eb, n\u00eb kujtimin, n\u00eb munges\u00ebn e saj. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb e pranishme n\u00eb \u00e7do rresht, si nj\u00eb hije drite q\u00eb mbart dhembje e g\u00ebzim nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht.
Kur arrin te poezia \u201cMalli yt\u201d, ndjen se poeti p\u00ebrdor me mjesht\u00ebri fjal\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u00eb rr\u00ebfyer se si nj\u00eb ecje e dikurshme n\u00eb rrug\u00ebt e qytetit, sot \u00ebsht\u00eb shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb nj\u00eb kujtim q\u00eb g\u00ebrryen.
N\u00eb vargun \u201cSot jam i vet\u00ebm, malli m\u00eb ka vrar\u00eb\u201d, ai e zhvesh shpirtin deri n\u00eb pik\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb brisht\u00eb.
N\u00eb \u201cJetoj brenda nj\u00eb gruaje\u201d, poezia q\u00eb mban dhe titullin e librit, gruaja shfaqet si forca q\u00eb jep jet\u00eb, si lule q\u00eb aromatizon ekzistenc\u00ebn e poetit, nd\u00ebrsa ai vet\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb si bilbili q\u00eb s\u2019pushojn\u00eb s\u00eb k\u00ebnduari, pavar\u00ebsisht heshtjes p\u00ebrreth.
Poeti nuk flet thjesht p\u00ebr munges\u00ebn e saj, por p\u00ebr p\u00ebrqafimin, p\u00ebr frym\u00ebn e saj, p\u00ebr buz\u00ebt dhe \u00ebndrrat q\u00eb ajo mbart. N\u00eb poezin\u00eb \u201cK\u00ebnga e vetmis\u00eb\u201d, ai e pranon se kur dashuria largohet, gjith\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr zbehet, humbet ngjyr\u00ebn, humbet kuptimin.
E ve\u00e7ant\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe poezia \u201cKur t\u00eb vdesim\u201d, q\u00eb si nj\u00eb elegji intime, sjell nj\u00eb varg t\u00eb rrjedhsh\u00ebm dhe plot kuptim. Poeti shpreson q\u00eb pas ikjes s\u00eb tyre, t\u00eb mbetet nj\u00eb kujtim, nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb do flas\u00eb mir\u00eb p\u00ebr ta, p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb e tyre q\u00eb sfidoi koh\u00ebn.
Shum\u00eb nga poezit\u00eb e k\u00ebtij libri jan\u00eb si biseda me detin, me h\u00ebn\u00ebn, me Zotin, figura t\u00eb m\u00ebdha q\u00eb d\u00ebgjojn\u00eb poetin dhe mbajn\u00eb sekretet e tij.
Ai e p\u00ebrshkruan fytyr\u00ebn e gruas me nj\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00eblsi dhe ndjeshm\u00ebri q\u00eb rrall\u00eb gjendet.
\u201cL\u00ebng jasemini nxjerr goja jote\u201d, nj\u00eb krahasim q\u00eb e shnd\u00ebrron gruan n\u00eb nj\u00eb krijes\u00eb engj\u00ebllore, nd\u00ebrsa n\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj lexon gjith\u00eb universin. Lot\u00ebt e saj jan\u00eb si burime t\u00eb shenjta q\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsojn\u00eb ndjesin\u00eb.
Ky lib\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb poetik\u00eb e shpirtit njer\u00ebzor, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb grishje p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndalur koh\u00ebn dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb d\u00ebgjuar z\u00ebrin e dashuris\u00eb q\u00eb shpesh zhurma e bot\u00ebs na e mbulon.
Gjuha e poetit \u00ebsht\u00eb e qart\u00eb, e drejtp\u00ebrdrejt\u00eb, por gjithmon\u00eb e ngarkuar me ndjeshm\u00ebri dhe figuracion. Libri \u00ebsht\u00eb i kuptuesh\u00ebm p\u00ebr \u00e7do lexues, qoft\u00eb ai i p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebris\u00eb apo ai q\u00eb vjen nga bota akademike.
\u201cJetoj brenda nj\u00eb gruaje\u201d \u00ebsht\u00eb tashm\u00eb n\u00eb bibliotek\u00ebn time, n\u00eb rreshtin e librave q\u00eb nuk lexohen nj\u00eb her\u00eb t\u00eb vetme. Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr q\u00eb lexohet me zem\u00ebr. Sepse nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb thjesht nj\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje poezish.
\u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb jet\u00eb e ndjer\u00eb, e shkruar dhe e jetuar me dashuri.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
N\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb me poetin Hamdi Skeja, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 bisedave t\u00eb zakonshme p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn, let\u00ebrsin\u00eb, reportazhet dhe ato \u201cshkrime me spec\u201d q\u00eb ai shpesh i n\u00ebnshkruan me fines\u00eb e ironi n\u00ebn emrin e personazhit \u201cshoqe\u201d, ndodhi di\u00e7ka q\u00eb do m\u00eb mbetet gjat\u00eb n\u00eb kujtes\u00eb. Poeti m\u00eb dhuroi librin e tij m\u00eb t\u00eb ri me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":32291,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[2963],"class_list":["post-32290","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aktualitet","tag-hamdi-skeja"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32290","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=32290"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32290\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/32291"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}