Dashuria ime dhimbje, dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00eb Kela. Sa shum\u00eb e kam dashur at\u00eb njeri! E doja aq shum\u00eb, sa nuk kishte dit\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos m\u00eb dridhej zemra nga ankthi. K\u00ebmb\u00ebt m\u00eb gozhdoheshin sa her\u00eb e shihja, dhe syt\u00eb e mi mbeteshin n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e saj. N\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj kafe, dhe n\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshjen e saj vija re gjithmon\u00eb nj\u00eb trishtim t\u00eb pap\u00ebrmbajtur. Pran\u00eb saj ndihesha i shqet\u00ebsuar dhe e ndieja q\u00eb dashuria ime prej adoleshenti p\u00ebrzihej me druajtje dhe nj\u00eb far\u00eb ankthi t\u00eb \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm e t\u00eb pashpjeguesh\u00ebm, q\u00eb m\u00eb mbante ngaher\u00eb n\u00eb tension. Dhe, ndoshta kjo ndjenj\u00eb e nd\u00ebrlikuar e b\u00ebnte m\u00eb t\u00eb thell\u00eb dashurin\u00eb time p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Kisha d\u00ebgjuar t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, se ankohej e vuante nga koka… Fytyra e saj e brisht\u00eb, tregonte se ishte e ftoht\u00eb, autoritare, gati gati mosp\u00ebrfill\u00ebse! Qet\u00ebsin\u00eb e zemr\u00ebs time t\u00eb brisht\u00eb e shtypte dhe e g\u00ebrvishte. Kjo dashuri e paem\u00ebrt, plag\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb madhe e mbulonte me g\u00ebzim i \u201c\u00e7mendur\u201d i koh\u00ebs sime. Un\u00eb isha, si nj\u00eb oqean n\u00eb shtr\u00ebngat\u00eb. Asnj\u00eb sma shkulte dot at\u00eb q\u00eb kisha brenda. Sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb e shihja, aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb e desha. E dashuroja, aq sa nuk kisha dashuruar kurr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb, dhe u tremba. Nuk pushova s\u00eb dashuruari asnj\u00ebher\u00eb at\u00eb vajz\u00eb, q\u00eb m\u00eb la kushedi sa her\u00eb net\u00ebve t\u00eb gjata t\u00eb ver\u00ebs, pa gjum\u00eb! E doja, dhe krejt papritur e kuptova. Se gaboja tmerr\u00ebsisht. Do t\u00eb jepja gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shikim t\u00eb saj, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb puthje, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje! Shikimi i saj n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn time vesonte ve\u00e7 vrer, dhimbje. N\u00ebn magjepsjen e syve t\u00eb saj kafe nuk mundohesha fjal\u00ebt ti gjeja, lot\u00ebt t\u2019i ndaloja. Isha i mbytur nga dashuria e saj, q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb ndihesha i lumtur, me krah\u00eb, krenar e optimist. Isha si nj\u00eb njeri i shkat\u00ebrruar nga kjo dashuri e madhe. Un\u00eb isha i bindur, se as vdekja, as jeta, as \u00ebngj\u00ebjt as pushtetet, as fuqia potenciale as gj\u00ebrat e tashme, as t\u00eb ardhme, as lart\u00ebsit\u00eb, as thell\u00ebsit\u00eb, as lig\u00ebsit\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj bote, as ndonj\u00eb krijes\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, sdo m\u00eb ndante nga ajo! N\u00ebse, dashuria ime p\u00ebr t\u00eb ishte sa nj\u00eb oqean, do t\u00eb duheshin dy aeroplan\u00eb p\u00ebr ta p\u00ebrshkruar. Un\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb u b\u00ebra diell n\u00eb mes t\u00eb stuhis\u00eb, drit\u00eb n\u00eb mes t\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00ebs, g\u00ebzim n\u00eb dhimbjen e saj. Sikur, \u00e7el\u00ebsin e diellit ta kisha un\u00eb do t\u2019i falja vet\u00ebm ngroht\u00ebsi. Sikur, bota t\u00eb p\u00ebrmbysej n\u00ebn k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e saj, un\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha \u201cer\u00eb\u201d e do ta rr\u00ebmbeja n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e mia n\u00eb nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr bot\u00eb. E desha, dhe zemr\u00ebn me hekura ma burgosi, m\u00eb ushqeu me diluzione t\u00eb kota, dilema t\u00eb pambaruara. Dashuria ime u rrit \u00e7do dit\u00eb, si nj\u00eb p\u00ebrbind\u00ebsh, q\u00eb m\u00eb hante p\u00ebrbrenda. Tani, shpeshher\u00eb dashuria p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebhet, si nj\u00eb gj\u00eb e vog\u00ebl fare, sa nj\u00eb topth, q\u00eb grryen mendimet e mia p\u00ebr m\u00ebshir\u00eb…! Sikur t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshin: \u201cNdahu prej saj!\u201d, m\u00eb mir\u00eb le t\u00eb m\u00eb hiqnin ajrin! Kjo ka q\u00ebn\u00eb dashuria ime e par\u00eb e jet\u00ebs. Kaq e thjesht\u00eb, me nj\u00eb lumturi t\u00eb pakuptueshme nga t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt. Kjo, ka q\u00ebn\u00eb edhe dashuria ime e par\u00eb, q\u00eb e turbullonte n\u00eb t\u00eb rrall\u00eb rinin\u00eb time q\u00eb po e \u201cvajtoj\u201d se prej saj ai m\u00eb ndau, sepse m\u00eb fort e doja, se \u00e7do gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb bot\u00eb. Jam dy hapa larg saj, e kam vite p\u00ebr t\u00eb kujtuar, vite p\u00ebr t\u00eb harruar, atje, ku p\u00ebr \u00e7do \u00e7ast do t\u00eb m\u00eb vej\u00eb malli im, g\u00ebzimi i koh\u00ebs s\u00eb shkuar. Alban Arapi p\u00ebr Kelen Tiranase, \u201cMiss t\u00eb quan Tirana\u201d.
\nNj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr e zjarrte m\u00eb ndez naten me yje tek pres. Lehtas m\u00eb puthte kaltersia, digjet plot mall dashuria, mendoja se \u00ebndrra naten do t\u00eb m\u00eb sfidonte, por shpirti im i madh, nuk shuhet. Ve\u00e7 sonte kur \u00ebndrr\u00ebn e kam pran\u00eb, dashuria m\u00eb shum\u00eb shtohet por jo prej saj. Nuk dua t\u00eb largohem n\u00eb \u00e7do yll syte kerkojne te vetmin qe deshirojn\u00eb. Ah, jeta shkon me \u00ebndrra me zjarrin e dashuris\u00eb digjet perbrenda. Nga Dolce Baci.
\nDy pika shiu lagen e xhamit t\u00eb dritares time, dy pika loti ndaluan mbi faqet e mia, sonte kjo nat\u00eb melankolike m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb kujtoj ato kujtime. Kujtimet e bukura q\u00eb m\u00eb dhuroi dashuria, pa kuptuar u gjenda mbi fleten e bardh\u00eb, e lapsin n\u00eb gishtat e mi. Larg\u00ebsia nga ti m\u00eb torturoi a e kupton vall\u00eb?! Kur duhemi kaq shum\u00eb pse duhet t\u00eb jetojm\u00eb n\u00eb vetmi?! Zemrohem nganj\u00ebher\u00eb, lapsin e p\u00ebrplas mbi tavolin\u00eb, tymi i cigares m\u00eb b\u00ebn shoq\u00ebri. Tashm\u00eb mbeta me kujtimet magjike e t\u00eb trishtohem n\u00eb vetmi. Eh zemra mu djeg, kam mall, kam mall p\u00ebr ty, m\u00eb mungon prania jote, dhe p\u00ebrqafimi yt i ngroht\u00eb, ti je p\u00ebr mua ylli m\u00eb i bukur i universit t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj bote. Sa t\u00eb dua engj\u00eblli im e din vet\u00ebm i madhi Zot. Edhe pse jetojm\u00eb n\u00eb larg\u00ebsi, e pran\u00eb vetes nuk t\u00eb kam, un\u00eb jetoj p\u00ebr ty. M\u00eb beso, se zemra ime vet\u00ebm emrin t\u00ebnd mban. Nga princesha jote. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dashuria ime dhimbje, dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00eb Kela. Sa shum\u00eb e kam dashur at\u00eb njeri! E doja aq shum\u00eb, sa nuk kishte dit\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos m\u00eb dridhej zemra nga ankthi. K\u00ebmb\u00ebt m\u00eb gozhdoheshin sa her\u00eb e shihja, dhe syt\u00eb e mi mbeteshin n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e saj. N\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj kafe, dhe n\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshjen e […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[104],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5356","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mesazhe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5356","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=5356"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5356\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5356"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5356"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5356"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}