Parajsa ime je ti. Ditet e merzitshme ti mi kthen ne lumturi. Sa her\u00eb q\u00eb zemra ime ty te kujton, ajo rreh fort gati sa spushon, gjithcka me ty me duket mrekulli. T\u00eb dua zemra ime jeta ime je ti. Andi Durres.
\nJe nj\u00eb yll magjik qe vjen nga pafundesia. Je h\u00ebna qe ndri\u00e7on \u00ebndrrat e mia. Ti je dielli q\u00eb m\u00eb ngroh. Ti je \u00ebndrra q\u00eb un\u00eb shoh. E t\u00ebr\u00eb bota je per mua o krijesa e bukur vetem ty te dua. Andi Durr\u00ebs.
\nN\u00ebse nje dite largohesh. Te lutem mos u kthe m\u00eb kurr\u00eb. Dhe un\u00eb e kam nje organ ne trup quhet zemer e jo gur. Nese do t\u00eb m\u00eb l\u00ebndosh mos me kerko m\u00eb kurr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb. I lenduar jam qemoti sherimin akoma se kam gjet\u00eb. Nese kam gabuar me ty te kerkoj falje. N\u00eb tunelin e err\u00ebt qe u futa nuk gjeta rrug\u00ebdalje. Un\u00eb nga ti skerkova asgje as ti mos kerko nga une. Plag\u00eb mbi plag\u00eb nuk sherohen vec zgjerohen me shume. Andi durres.
\nPo te shkruaj zemer ty prej merzis\u00eb. T\u00eb tregoj se me dogji flaka e dashuris. Me dogji kjo flak\u00eb krejt me p\u00ebrveloj. Ndoshta do te kesh rast ti te lexosh keto vargje. Shum\u00eb kam\u00eb deshir\u00eb te dije ti pa mua a u kenaqe. Apo ndoshta as ti aspak kenaqesi. Ndoshta t\u00eb mungoj un sic me mungon mua ti. Andi Durres.
\nM\u00eb d\u00ebgjo p\u00ebr ty po flas, ndjej shum\u00eb p\u00ebr ty dhe nuk dua t\u00eb t\u00eb humbas. Q\u00eb kur ke hyr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb e shpesht\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshja ime. Ndjenja p\u00ebr ty sa vjen dhe jan\u00eb shtuar, je mendimi im i par\u00eb kur nga gjumi sapo jam zgjuar. Kam shum\u00eb fjal\u00eb q\u00eb dua t\u00eb ti them un\u00eb, por p\u00ebr momentin po e mbyll me nj\u00eb t\u00eb dua shum\u00eb. N. & S.
\nAjo ishte e \u00e7mendur, ai habitej me \u00e7mendurin\u00eb e saj, ajo qeshte me z\u00eb kur ishte me t\u00eb… ai i thoshte t\u00eb ulte z\u00ebrin sepse kishte njer\u00ebz p\u00ebrreth.. ajo sillej si f\u00ebmij\u00eb kur ishte me t\u00eb, ai thonte q\u00eb nuk duhej t\u00eb sillej ashtu sepse ishte e rritur. Ajo e b\u00ebnte t\u00eb qeshte, nd\u00ebrsa ai mezi mbante veten q\u00eb t\u00eb mos qeshte me lot. Ajo e b\u00ebnte t\u00eb ndihej f\u00ebmij\u00eb por ai e dinte q\u00eb nuk duhej t\u2019i ndodhte kjo… Ajo ishte ndryshe dhe at\u00eb e luante mendsh kjo m\u00ebnyr\u00eb e saj e t\u00eb qenurit. \u00c7do dit\u00eb ajo e b\u00ebnte at\u00eb si vetja dhe atij i p\u00eblqente ky ndryshim dhe pse nuk e pranonte. Derisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb iu afrua e p\u00ebrqafoi fort dhe i tha: \u201cDua t\u00eb m\u00eb infektosh akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb me \u00e7mendurin\u00eb t\u00ebnde… L.
\nMos m\u00eb l\u00ebr edhe kur xhelozia ime t\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb t\u00eb acarohesh, mos m\u00eb l\u00ebr as n\u00ebse t\u00eb lodh ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb me indiferenc\u00eb t\u00eb momentit. Mos m\u00eb l\u00ebr dhe n\u00ebse mbr\u00ebmjeve m\u00eb z\u00eb gjumi p\u00ebrpara teje e t\u00eb l\u00eb vet\u00ebm. Mos m\u00eb l\u00ebr dhe n\u00ebse shpesh nuk t\u00eb flas si\u00e7 duhet mbase dhe t\u00eb l\u00ebndoj. Ti e di q\u00eb un\u00eb nuk dua ask\u00ebnd m\u00eb shum\u00eb se ty. Ti e di q\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time je ndjenja m\u00eb e past\u00ebr… Ti e di q\u00eb un\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb t\u00eb zhg\u00ebnjej kurr\u00eb. Roni.
\nG\u00ebnjyem veten se mund t\u00eb ndaheshim si miq, i kthyem shpin\u00ebn nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, mjaft mir\u00eb e dinim q\u00eb di\u00e7ka na u thye n\u00eb shpirt. Mund t\u00eb ishim gjith\u00e7ka ve\u00e7 jo ashtu si\u00e7 pandehnim. Sot ndjenjat i mbajn\u00eb m\u00ebri dashuris\u00eb. Rrug\u00ebt tona u ndan\u00eb sikur kurr\u00eb t\u00eb mos ishin bashkuar. Thell\u00eb e m\u00eb thell\u00eb u zhyt\u00ebm n\u00eb larg\u00ebsi. Ajo q\u00eb dikur ishte prekje tashm\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e ndaluar! Irini
\nN\u00ebse p\u00ebr ty jam em\u00ebr. Ti p\u00ebr mua je zem\u00ebr. N\u00ebse p\u00ebr ty jam poezi. Ti p\u00ebr mua je dashuri. N\u00ebse p\u00ebr ty jam \u00ebmb\u00eblsira e preferuar. Ti p\u00ebr mua je ylli q\u00eb rrug\u00ebn ma ke ndri\u00e7uar. P\u00ebr Zemr\u00ebn time nga Princi i saj.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Parajsa ime je ti. Ditet e merzitshme ti mi kthen ne lumturi. Sa her\u00eb q\u00eb zemra ime ty te kujton, ajo rreh fort gati sa spushon, gjithcka me ty me duket mrekulli. T\u00eb dua zemra ime jeta ime je ti. Andi Durres. Je nj\u00eb yll magjik qe vjen nga pafundesia. Je h\u00ebna qe ndri\u00e7on \u00ebndrrat […]<\/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-5867","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mesazhe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5867","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=5867"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5867\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5867"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5867"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5867"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}