Nuk ekzistoj pa ty…
\nHumbas n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu e prap\u00eb aty un\u00eb gjendem.
\nDigjem n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu dhe freskohem po aty.
\nVdekjes, n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu mund t\u00eb them s\u2019i trembem
\n…i besoj ringjalljes kur shoh n\u00eb ata sy!<\/p>\n
I mora zjarrin diellit, ty mos t\u00eb t\u00eb djeg
\nNat\u00ebs i mora terrin, mbi ty t\u00eb bjer\u00eb ve\u00e7 drit\u00eb
\nKoh\u00ebs i mora or\u00ebn q\u00eb ty mos t\u00eb t\u00eb prek’
\nN\u00eb qiell folen\u00eb t\u00eb ngrita, t\u00eb rrosh me per\u00ebndit’…<\/p>\n
I mora detit ngjyr\u00ebn, at\u00eb t\u00eb thell\u00ebn blu,
\nQ\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu t\u00eb shihnin bot\u00ebn n\u00eb t\u00eb kalt\u00ebr.
\nGjithashtu dhe qielli t\u00eb ndeshte syt\u00eb e tu.
\nMe pak fjal\u00eb, gjith\u00ebsia, ty t\u00eb rrinte af\u00ebr\u2026<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb mund t\u00eb sjell rrotull bot\u00ebn, p\u00ebr ty,
\nE t\u00eb jap \u00e7’t\u00eb duash edhe ato q\u00eb s’mund.
\nDashuria ime, kur ndesh t\u00eb tuat sy,
\nT\u00eb b\u00ebn ty pjes\u00eb t\u00eb saj\u00ebn dhe b\u00ebhet e pafund… Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Mos harro…
\nMos harro: “Jeta \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb labirint ku endesh,
\nMos u ngut, sepse s’i dihet ku t\u00eb nxjerr.
\nKa pasur raste, n\u00eb at\u00eb vend ku gjendesh,
\nMund t\u00eb kthehesh e t\u00eb kthehesh dhjet\u00ebra her\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Mos harro: \u201cJeta \u00ebsht\u00eb si loja mos u nxeh”,
\nKush e ka luajtur nuk ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr shpjegim.
\nKa pasur raste, ku pran\u00eb suksesit je,
\nNj\u00eb zar i keq t\u00eb shpie gjith\u00eb loj\u00ebn n\u00eb fillim!<\/p>\n
Sepse zari \u00ebsht\u00eb pun\u00eb fati, miqt\u00eb e mi,
\nDhe vet\u00eb fati mund t\u00eb thuash, \u00ebsht\u00eb zar.
\nK\u00ebshtu n\u00eb jet\u00eb mund t\u00eb k\u00ebrkohet strategji,
\nPo kurrsesi s’duhet ta marr\u00ebsh si nj\u00eb gar\u00eb… Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Trinom
\nPi dhe mos u deh
\nKusht i bastit
\nB\u00ebhu i fort\u00eb
\nNgush\u00ebllim i t\u00eb dobt\u00ebve
\nDashuro dhe shfryt\u00ebzo
\nLigji i mashtrimit. Alban Arapi<\/p>\n
Kronologjia e jet\u00ebs
\nBebet qajn\u00eb, lindin,
\nF\u00ebmij\u00ebt luajn\u00eb, rr\u00ebzohen
\nAdoleshent\u00ebt pin\u00eb\u2013dehen
\nT\u00eb rinjt\u00eb shikohen, dashurohen
\nT\u00eb rriturit, zihen, vriten
\nPleqt\u00eb, s\u00ebmuren vdesin
\nKronologjia e jet\u00ebs! Alban Arapi <\/p>\n
Sorkadhja
\nI tha sorkadhit, sorkadhja
\nBukuroshja, zem\u00ebrmadhja:<\/p>\n
– I dashur, t\u00eb dua shum\u00eb,
\nPo ti, a m\u00eb do sa un\u00eb?<\/p>\n
– T\u00eb dua, moj shtatlastare
\nMos e v\u00ebr n\u00eb dyshim fare…<\/p>\n
Moj e hirshme, shpirt\u2013o xhan
\nN\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs t\u00eb kam! Izet S. Culli.<\/p>\n
Zemra e gjyshes
\nLuli im, o t\u00eb past\u00eb gjyshi,
\nA po shkon n\u00eb barnatore?
\nT\u00eb m\u2019i marr\u00ebsh disa ila\u00e7e
\nT\u2019i kam shkrue n\u00eb fletore.<\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb shkoj, o gjyshi i dashur
\nSe t\u00eb kam gjysh t\u00eb mir\u00eb,
\nM\u00eb tregon tregime t\u00b4bukura,
\nDhe e ke nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb dlir\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Shko pra shko, se do t\u00b4qerasi,
\nDhe q\u00eb tani po t\u00eb b\u00ebj be,
\nKur t\u00eb zgjohesh n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes
\nDhjet\u00eb euro n\u00b4vitrin\u00eb i ke.<\/p>\n
Shkoi Luli e kreu pun\u00eb,
\nIa la ila\u00e7et gjyshit te dera,
\n– Do t\u2019i marr nes\u00ebr dhjet\u00eb euro
\nI qeshte ftyra si pranvera.<\/p>\n
II
\nKur na zbardhi e lumja dit\u00eb,
\nE k\u00ebndoi gjeli mu n\u00eb der\u00eb,
\nPo shkon Luli me i marr\u00eb parat\u00eb
\nI g\u00ebzuar shend e ver\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\u00cbsht\u00eb afru te vitrina
\nZgurdullon syt kur i pa,
\nNj\u00ebqind euro aty i gjeti
\nT\u00eb fik\u00ebt gati Lulit i ra.<\/p>\n
Ka b\u00ebrtit me t\u00eb madhe,
\n– Gjysh, o gjysh paske gabu,
\nN\u00eb vend t\u00eb dhjet\u00eb eurove
\nNj\u00ebqind m\u2019i paske l\u00ebn\u00eb mu.<\/p>\n
Jo, o Luli, ti nipi im,
\nQofsh i lumtur n\u00ebp\u00ebr mote,
\nN\u00ebnt\u00ebdhjet\u00eb euro me gjith\u00eb zem\u00ebr
\nT\u00eb qerasi sot gjyshja jote!<\/p>\n
I \u00e7uditur mbeti Luli
\nMe habi po e pyet mendjen;
\nA thua vall\u00eb po kush ia zbuti
\nGjyshes sime aq shum\u00eb mendjen? Agim Gashi<\/p>\n
Memaliaj
\nShum\u00eb i bukur vendi im,
\nMbushur plot me gjelb\u00ebrim,
\nM\u00eb i bukuri nd\u00ebr vendet-o,
\nQyteti ku kam lindur, un\u00eb.
\nAtje ku hodha hapin e par\u00eb,
\nAtje ku kalova 20 behar\u00eb,
\nE kur pash\u00eb at\u00eb fotografi,
\nSe\u00e7 kalova n\u00eb nostalgji.
\nI mbushur plot me blerime,
\nTani ka ve\u00e7 shkat\u00ebrime.
\nQytet i bukur, qytet me vler\u00eb,
\nMbushur me d\u00ebshmor\u00eb e nder
\nAtje ku m\u00ebsova shkronj\u00ebn e par\u00eb,
\nAtje ku thirra n\u00ebn\u00eb e bab\u00eb,
\nPavar\u00ebsisht se jemi larguar,
\nKurr\u00eb nuk t\u00eb kam haruar.
\nAtje ku hodha hapin e par\u00eb,
\nAtje kam kaluar 20 behar\u00eb,
\nN\u00eb ujin e Vjos\u00ebs jemi lar\u00eb,
\nMotra, v\u00ebllez\u00ebr t\u00eb pandar\u00eb.
\nO qytet i heronjve,
\nI luan\u00ebve t\u00eb minierave,
\nSe\u00e7 ju kemi v\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb radh\u00eb,
\nSi fisheku n\u00eb gjerdan\u00eb.
\nRri dhe me mall kujtoj,
\nPrejardhjen kurr\u00eb s\u2019e harrojm\u00eb,
\nSa t\u00eb jet\u00eb jeta p\u00ebrmbi dhe,
\nBij\u00eb minatoresh do ngelemi ne… Luljeta Pashollari (Gjosha)<\/p>\n
Flatrat i ke prej dielli
\n Z\u00eb zogu q\u00eb po hesht mbi heshtje qiejsh,
\nUlu n\u00eb deg\u00eb shpirti,
\nN\u00eb pem\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrflakur drite,
\nE k\u00ebndo n\u00ebp\u00ebr qiej t\u00eb duksh\u00ebm
\nMe tinguj ere t\u00eb padukshme!<\/p>\n
Heshtjen s\u2019mund ta duroj
\nAs edhe n\u00eb nj\u00eb fije bari,
\nE jo m\u00eb n\u00eb sqepin t\u00ebnd!<\/p>\n
Mbill nj\u00eb z\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitshme,
\nNj\u00eb melodi jete
\nQ\u00eb largon urrejtjen,vdekjen
\nDhe sjell n\u00eb shpirtin tim dashurin\u00eb!<\/p>\n
\u00cbsht\u00eb koha t\u00eb d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb
\nK\u00ebng\u00ebn t\u00ebnde. Ndjehem i lodhur.<\/p>\n
Boll me z\u00ebra vet\u00ebtimash vrastare,
\nGj\u00ebmimesh boshe e urrejtjesh,
\nN\u00eb hap\u00ebsira t\u00eb vjetra e t\u00eb reja qiejsh
\nE mjegulla resh!<\/p>\n
Ulu i miri im e k\u00ebndo n\u00eb pem\u00ebn
\ne g\u00ebzimeve t\u00eb mia e t\u00eb tuat!
\nFlatrat i ke prej dielli. Miltiadh Davidhi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nuk ekzistoj pa ty… Humbas n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu e prap\u00eb aty un\u00eb gjendem. Digjem n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu dhe freskohem po aty. Vdekjes, n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu mund t\u00eb them s\u2019i trembem …i besoj ringjalljes kur shoh n\u00eb ata sy! I mora zjarrin diellit, ty mos t\u00eb t\u00eb djeg Nat\u00ebs i mora terrin, mbi […]<\/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-5126","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5126","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=5126"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5126\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5126"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5126"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5126"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}