{"id":4197,"date":"2014-10-14T18:30:20","date_gmt":"2014-10-14T16:30:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/?p=4197"},"modified":"2014-10-14T14:15:40","modified_gmt":"2014-10-14T12:15:40","slug":"poezia-juaj-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/2014\/10\/poezia-juaj-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Poezia juaj…"},"content":{"rendered":"

Se\u00e7 ndjeva mall<\/strong><\/p>\n

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N\u00eb mes t\u00eb rruges si e mjer\u00eb,<\/p>\n

N\u00eb mes t\u00eb Amerik\u00ebs si e pa vler\u00eb,<\/p>\n

N\u00eb mes t\u00eb detit si e pa lagur,<\/p>\n

N\u00eb mes t\u00eb ver\u00ebs jam si akull,<\/p>\n

Ashtu m\u00eb duket \u00e7do dit\u00eb e me shum\u00eb,<\/p>\n

Se k\u00ebtu n\u00eb dh\u00e9 t\u00eb huaj jam un\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ku shkoi rinia, buz\u00ebqeshja, k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia,<\/p>\n

Atje ku thoja \u201csi u gdhive\u201d e kendoja k\u00ebng\u00ebt e mia,<\/p>\n

Atje ku \u00e7ohesha her\u00ebt e pun\u00ebt t\u00eb mbaroja,<\/p>\n

Se me komshijet do pija kafe e shaka do b\u00ebja.<\/p>\n

Ku shkoi ajo koh\u00eb kur rrug\u00ebs kaloja,<\/p>\n

N\u00eb trotuar shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz takoja,<\/p>\n

Ah, sa m\u2019ka marr\u00eb malli p\u00ebr takat me balt\u00eb,<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb edhe kur m\u00eb vrisnin, veshur i mbaja prap.<\/p>\n

Ah, ajo sht\u00ebpi e vog\u00ebl me sa shum\u00eb dashuri,<\/p>\n

Ah, ajo buk\u00eb e thekur e t\u00eb gjith\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb tavolin\u00eb,<\/p>\n

Ah, ajo der\u00eb q\u00eb trokiste e shihje xhaxhin, tezen, kush\u00ebrinjt\u00eb,<\/p>\n

Dhe pse babi ishte me sh\u00ebrbim e mami turni i dyt\u00eb,<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr at\u00eb koh\u00eb me lot m\u00eb mbushen syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

E do t\u00eb thoni ju \u201chajde, pse lavd\u00ebrohesh mbasi hipe n\u00eb avion?!\u201d,<\/p>\n

Shum\u00eb mir\u00eb e keni po ta dini, zemra m\u00eb vajton,<\/p>\n

Ju dua me gjith\u00eb shpirt e s\u2019tallem kur shkruaj,<\/p>\n

Shpirti m\u00eb digjet nga malli si qiriri n\u00eb t\u00eb shuar… Tefta Rrakulli<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Heshtja vret<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I ndezi dritat qyteti sonte. Dhe un\u00eb,<\/p>\n

para port\u00ebs t\u00ebnde u gjenda \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht.<\/p>\n

Dera ishte hapur, nuk b\u00ebri fare zhurm\u00eb,<\/p>\n

\u00c7’k\u00ebrkoja k\u00ebtu sonte?! Mos erdha gabimisht?!<\/p>\n

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Nuk fola, \u00e7’t\u00eb t\u00eb thoja s’m\u00eb vinte gj\u00eb nd\u00ebrmend,<\/p>\n

V\u00ebshtrimi yt i etur gjith\u00eb trupin m\u00eb p\u00ebrshkonte.<\/p>\n

Nuk e zgjodha vet\u00eb, t\u00eb vij n\u00eb vendin t\u00ebnd,<\/p>\n

Ish’ d\u00ebshir\u00eb e zemr\u00ebs t\u00eb jem me ty un\u00eb sonte!<\/p>\n

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P\u00ebrball\u00eb t\u00eb dy q\u00ebndruam vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr pak \u00e7aste,<\/p>\n

E me \u00e7far\u00eb un\u00eb ndjeja, shkruhet nj\u00eb roman.<\/p>\n

Ndodh k\u00ebshtu me ndjenjat n\u00eb t\u00eb tilla raste,<\/p>\n

Fjal\u00eb t\u00eb dy k\u00ebrkuam edhe nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb s’e tham’!<\/p>\n

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Zgjodhe q\u00eb t\u00eb hesht\u00ebsh dhe ti me heshtjen time,<\/p>\n

Duke m\u00eb v\u00ebshtruar, zhytur n\u00eb kureshtje.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb thash\u00eb dy fjal\u00eb n\u00eb ikje me zemr\u00ebn b\u00ebr\u00eb th\u00ebrrime:<\/p>\n

”M\u00eb vrave edhe sonte, heshtja vret n\u00eb heshtje\u201d !<\/p>\n

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I ndezi dritat qyteti sonte. Dhe un\u00eb,<\/p>\n

si era n\u00eb rrugica, me veten time shfryja.<\/p>\n

Der\u00ebn ti ma hape! Kishe qen\u00eb n\u00eb gjum\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Prap\u00eb e hape der\u00ebn e nuk m\u00eb le t\u00eb hyja! Bledi Ylli<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Fjal\u00eb zemre<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Me horizontin digjej shpirti,<\/p>\n

Aq sa dielli per\u00ebndonte n\u00eb xhelozi.<\/p>\n

Kur ndjeja arom\u00ebn e frym\u00ebmarrjes t\u00ebnde,<\/p>\n

N\u00eb r\u00ebr\u00ebn trazuar dashuri.<\/p>\n

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Dhe qeshja me shpirt kur m\u00eb ndiqje,<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb puthje t\u00eb rr\u00ebmbeje nga un\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Z\u00ebri dilte si zjarr prej shpirtit,<\/p>\n

Kur ndjeja t\u00eb m\u00eb doje aq shum\u00eb!<\/p>\n

E mora fotografin\u00eb t\u00ebnde, e vendosa n\u00eb shpirt, q\u00eb kur t\u00eb kem mbyllur<\/p>\n

syt\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb t\u00eb t’mos harroj Fleta Satka<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sonte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sonte<\/p>\n

Ti je larg n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb rri i d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar n\u00eb vetmi<\/p>\n

Telefoni hesht, si kufom\u00eb<\/p>\n

N\u00eb mendjen time<\/p>\n

Si n\u00ebp\u00ebr ca qafa struc\u00ebsh<\/p>\n

Rrjedh disi e mjegullt<\/p>\n

Por e fort\u00eb, e madhe<\/p>\n

Dashuria ime p\u00ebr ty<\/p>\n

Sonte e urreva Kor\u00e7\u00ebn! Alban Arapi<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ankthi i bab\u00ebs<\/strong><\/p>\n

– Baba gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn punoi<\/p>\n

E kurr\u00eb nj\u00eb her\u00eb s\u2019pushoi<\/p>\n

Mik e shok respektonte<\/p>\n

E eufori kurr\u00eb s\u2019tregonte<\/p>\n

Bes\u00ebn askujt s\u2019ia jep<\/p>\n

Mbledh para e i mban sekret<\/p>\n

Dy qypa mbushi n\u00eb rini<\/p>\n

E i treti gjys\u00ebm n\u00eb pleq\u00ebri<\/p>\n

Mosha sa vinte e i shkonte<\/p>\n

E desh akoma t\u00eb g\u00ebrmonte<\/p>\n

Rinin\u00eb shpesh e kujtonte<\/p>\n

Pleq\u00ebrin\u00eb e mallkonte<\/p>\n

E baba vdiq e s\u2019la amanet<\/p>\n

Vet\u00ebm ah o i tret<\/p>\n

Vjen e kthehet miq\u00ebsia<\/p>\n

Tra m\u00eb tra ish\u2019 sht\u00ebpia<\/p>\n

Fukara djalin e la<\/p>\n

E gruas nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb s\u2019i tha<\/p>\n

Me maraz iku i shkreti<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb n\u00eb bes\u00eb e preu i treti<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb mik i vjet\u00ebr n\u00eb der\u00eb trokiti<\/p>\n

E ngush\u00ebllon e i jep gajret<\/p>\n

Shif se baba t\u00eb ka l\u00ebn\u00eb para<\/p>\n

Kur t\u00eb vij\u00eb mos t\u00eb t\u00eb gjej\u00eb fukara<\/p>\n

Kureshtjen djali e shtoi<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn\u00eb \u00e7\u2019tha babai kur jet\u00eb nd\u00ebrroi<\/p>\n

Asgj\u00eb djal\u00eb s\u2019m\u00eb tha<\/p>\n

S\u2019pata fat i treti gjysem ka<\/p>\n

E dritares syt\u00eb s\u2019ia ndante<\/p>\n

Atje pinte, atje hante<\/p>\n

E kur jet\u00eb nd\u00ebrroi<\/p>\n

Me zor syt\u00eb ia largoi<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb thuaj nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb<\/p>\n

Miku vjet\u00ebr di\u00e7ka di<\/p>\n

I treti gjys\u00ebm ka<\/p>\n

Mos b\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr para<\/p>\n

E \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb t\u00eb thot\u00eb n\u00ebna e gjor\u00eb<\/p>\n

Para kur s\u2019pata n\u00eb dor\u00eb<\/p>\n

Ai gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn ka punuar<\/p>\n

Ndoshta p\u00ebr to ka belb\u00ebzuar<\/p>\n

Fukarai gj\u00eb nuk humbet<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb me vuajtje e ngrys k\u00ebt\u00eb jet\u00eb<\/p>\n

E asgj\u00eb nuk shijon<\/p>\n

Edhe vdekjen e pranon<\/p>\n

Merr kazm\u00ebn e te dritarja shkon<\/p>\n

Pa vonuar qymat zbulon.<\/p>\n

Merr parat\u00eb shkon n\u00eb kafene<\/p>\n

E qeras k\u00eb gjen atje<\/p>\n

E dikush me ironi<\/p>\n

T\u00eb la baba ndonj\u00eb flori,<\/p>\n

Merr qerasjen e mos u ndje.<\/p>\n

Po do pun\u00eb<\/p>\n

N\u00eb sht\u00ebpi m\u00eb ke. Bexhet Durmishi<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Kali, Pela me Gomarin (fabula)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pela flirtonte me nj\u00eb kal\u00eb<\/p>\n

U doli veshua p\u00ebrball\u00eb<\/p>\n

Dhe shikonte goj\u00ebshkum\u00eb…<\/p>\n

– Zhduku, – tha kali, – jam un\u00eb!<\/p>\n

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– Pela n\u00eb \u00e7ast u hodh hopa:<\/p>\n

– L\u00ebre se s\u2019e ka b\u00ebr\u00eb lopa! Izet S. Culli.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Dashuri n\u00eb heshtje!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ec,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb heshtje hapat hedh,<\/p>\n

heshturazi t\u00eb mendoj,<\/p>\n

e po ashtu t\u00eb dashuroj!<\/p>\n

E heshtja ngrihet hij\u00ebsisht ngadal\u00eb<\/p>\n

n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb, lehtazi me er\u00ebn,<\/p>\n

drejte teje niset pa fjal\u00eb<\/p>\n

t\u00eb vij\u00eb te ti, ka aq d\u00ebshir\u00eb!<\/p>\n

D\u00ebshira e heshtjes, thjesht e patreguar<\/p>\n

b\u00ebhet nj\u00eb me er\u00ebn, n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb, dashuruar!<\/p>\n

Val\u00ebzisht n\u00eb ndjenja fluturon<\/p>\n

si rr\u00ebnja e nj\u00eb gjetheje nga pema<\/p>\n

ah, sa \u00ebmb\u00eblsisht m\u00eb torturon<\/p>\n

m\u00eb b\u00ebhet e dashurueshme dhe pritja.<\/p>\n

D\u00ebshira e heshtjes,<\/p>\n

dashuri pa fjal\u00eb, pa lot,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb udh\u00ebtim me er\u00ebn,<\/p>\n

ve\u00e7 ndjenja dashuron! Ylli Jahaj<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Kushtuar shpirtit tim<\/strong><\/p>\n

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P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeta yllin e par\u00eb q\u00eb lindi,<\/p>\n

Adhurova qiellin kur zbukurohej.<\/p>\n

Lajkatosa h\u00ebn\u00ebn lozonjare,<\/p>\n

u k\u00ebrkova puthjen t\u00ebnde, por s\u2019ma dhan\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ia k\u00ebrkova puthjen t\u00ebnde m\u00ebngjesit,<\/p>\n

por dielli u nxeh nga xhelozia.<\/p>\n

m\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshi m\u00eb ledhatoi.<\/p>\n

Por un\u00eb nuk doja puthjet e tij!<\/p>\n

Ia k\u00ebrkova puthjen t\u00ebnde qiellit<\/p>\n

e k\u00ebrkova n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes deri nat\u00ebn von\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Po k\u00ebrkoj puthjen t\u00ebnde si e \u00e7mendur<\/p>\n

pa ditur n\u00ebse ti do t\u2019ma dhurosh. Leonard K. Thanasi\u200e<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Hedh syt\u00eb nga deti<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dua t\u2019i vjedh ngjyr\u00ebn<\/p>\n

Dua t\u2019i vjedh madh\u00ebshtin\u00eb<\/p>\n

Dua t\u2019i vjedh arom\u00ebn<\/p>\n

Dua t\u2019i vjedh thell\u00ebsin\u00eb<\/p>\n

E vetmja gj\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebra<\/p>\n

Ishte t\u00eb hidhja syt\u00eb<\/p>\n

dhe nd\u00ebrmjet tyre,<\/p>\n

gjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mrekulli<\/p>\n

u p\u00ebrpoqa ta fus n\u00eb shpirt<\/p>\n

Sa ngjajm\u00eb me detin! Henrieta Pareshi<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Se\u00e7 ndjeva mall   N\u00eb mes t\u00eb rruges si e mjer\u00eb, N\u00eb mes t\u00eb Amerik\u00ebs si e pa vler\u00eb, N\u00eb mes t\u00eb detit si e pa lagur, N\u00eb mes t\u00eb ver\u00ebs jam si akull, Ashtu m\u00eb duket \u00e7do dit\u00eb e me shum\u00eb, Se k\u00ebtu n\u00eb dh\u00e9 t\u00eb huaj jam un\u00eb. Ku shkoi rinia, buz\u00ebqeshja, k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[106],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4197","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=4197"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4197\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}