Gjith\u00eb jeta ime b\u00ebhesh ti<\/p>\n
\u00c7do dit\u00eb kur bregut detit dalim,
\nM\u00eb merr n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu plot dashuri.
\nAshtu t\u00eb mbaj edhe un\u00eb n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn time
\nDhe e gjith\u00eb jeta ime b\u00ebhesh ti…<\/p>\n
M\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebrit n\u00eb vesh se jam si nj\u00eb engj\u00ebll
\nSe buzeqeshja ime jet\u00ebn t\u00eb shton.
\nPor t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoje rrahjet e zemres sime
\nThon\u00eb se ve\u00e7 p\u00ebr ty zemra ime jeton…<\/p>\n
Buz\u00ebqesh e lumtur n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu
\nV\u00ebrtet si nj\u00eb engj\u00ebll m\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb ndihem
\nN\u00eb shpirtin t\u00ebnd hyj e t\u00eb jap jet\u00eb
\nE me zemr\u00ebn time aty ndjej t\u00eb digjem… Fleta Satka<\/p>\n
Ikona adhuruese\u2026<\/p>\n
Prapa syzeve t\u00eb err’ta fshehur vite syt\u00eb e mi
\nE pas heshtjes monotone nj\u00eb kujtim! Kujtimi yt
\nI buz\u00ebqeshja atij kujtimi sa dhe vet\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebn \u00e7udi
\n”Mund t\u00eb qesh\u00eb vall\u00eb njeriu kur p\u00ebrlotur i ka syt\u00eb?<\/p>\n
U mundova t\u00eb t’largoja, n\u00ebp\u00ebr net\u00ebt pa mbarim
\nPor ti hyre n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00ebndrra e u b\u00ebre si kitar\u00eb.
\nE me ty \u00e7do nat\u00eb lodroja melodi t\u00eb shpirtit tim
\nPor q\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk i k\u00ebndova, isha ve\u00e7 nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrrimtar<\/p>\n
F\u00ebshf\u00ebrinte err\u00ebsira q\u00eb me er\u00ebn ish’ b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb,
\nN\u00ebp\u00ebr mure zvarr\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqej pa fytyr\u00eb kujtimi yt.
\nKa ikona meditimi q\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb vijn\u00eb me z\u00eb.
\nJan\u00eb imazhe adhuruese, i jeton kur i mbyll syt\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Kur ti, pas nat\u00ebs fshihesh e shkel kufijt\u00eb e mi
\nGjumin edhe \u00ebndrrat m’i largon tmerrsh\u00ebm.
\nVjen tortur\u00eb e \u00ebmb\u00ebl, maskuar dashuri.
\nE vijon m\u00eb pas, frym\u00ebzim i menj\u00ebhersh\u00ebm. Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Net\u00eb mekatare<\/p>\n
N\u00eb shtratin e m\u00ebkateve t\u00eb zjarr\u00ebta,
\ndy trupa shkrihen b\u00ebhen nj\u00eb,
\n…e dora jote but\u00ebsisht,
\nasnj\u00eb rrob\u00eb n\u00eb trup s’po m\u00eb l\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Dhe p\u00ebshp\u00ebrimat n\u00ebp\u00ebr vesh,
\n“i imi”, e “imja” p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb,
\nDhe buza jote, ashtu padashur,
\nmbi gjoksin tim po kalon…<\/p>\n
T\u00eb \u00ebmbla duart mbi l\u00ebkur\u00eb…
\nSa m\u00eb sjell nj\u00eb drith\u00ebrim
\ndhe puthja jote duke folur:
\n“T\u00eb adhuroj, o qielli im!”\u2026 Dorina Mushi<\/p>\n
N\u00eb kryq\u00ebzim<\/p>\n
N\u00eb nj\u00eb nga kryq\u00ebzimet e jet\u00ebs
\npapritur u takuam
\nKur un\u00eb s’isha un\u00eb e ti s’ishe ti
\nU pam\u00eb nj\u00eb her\u00eb gjat\u00eb n\u00eb sy
\nDhe mbet\u00ebm t\u00eb mb\u00ebrthyer aty
\nRrug\u00ebn humb\u00ebm,
\nnuk dinim nga shkonim
\nHer\u00eb shkelnim n\u00eb gropa
\ne her\u00eb mbi bar e asfalt
\nHer\u00eb humbnim njeri tjetrin
\nE her\u00eb e gjenim prap\u00eb.
\nSot p\u00ebrs\u00ebri u takuam
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin kryq\u00ebzim
\nKu at\u00ebher\u00eb u pam\u00eb
\nE sot ndjejm\u00eb mall\u00ebngjim
\nShihemi n\u00eb sy e s’njihemi
\nRrug\u00ebt tashm\u00eb i dim\u00eb
\nPor un\u00eb s’jam m\u00eb un\u00eb
\ne ti s’je m\u00eb ti
\nDuhet t\u00eb vazhdojm\u00eb rrug\u00ebn
\nSecili n\u00eb tjet\u00ebr drejtim
\nPor k\u00ebmb\u00ebt nuk l\u00ebvizin
\nSyt\u00eb na kan\u00eb ngrir\u00eb
\nMidis nesh heshtja e gjat\u00eb
\nE ne p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb at\u00eb kryq\u00ebzim. Aida Previzi<\/p>\n
\u00cbnd\u00ebrr<\/p>\n
Sonte, h\u00ebna nuse me nj\u00eb yll martohej
\nNd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb i vet\u00ebm
\nShkelja n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb
\nPa dashurin\u00eb time!
\nSonte… n\u00eb dasm\u00ebn ton\u00eb
\nS\u2019mungonte askush
\nIshin h\u00ebna, yjet dasmor\u00eb
\nPo ti shpirt, ku ishe?!
\nSonte… ti e vrave \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time
\nE theve zemr\u00ebn time
\nE cop\u00ebtove n\u00eb qindra \u2013 miliona,
\nMiliarda th\u00ebrrime! Alban Arapi. <\/p>\n
Per Muz\u00ebn..!<\/p>\n
Sikur ta dinin q\u00eb s\u2019t\u00eb kam fshehur
\npor \u00e7do dit\u00eb tregoj p\u00ebr ty
\nn\u00eb gjith\u00eb ato vargje t\u00eb kam derdhur
\nt\u00eb kam v\u00ebn\u00eb emrin dashuri.
\nPo s\u2019e kuptojn\u00eb dot \u00ebndrr\u00ebn ton\u00eb
\nas gjuh\u00ebn ton\u00eb s\u2019e kuptojn\u00eb
\nhieroglifet tona dot s\u2019i d\u00ebshifrojn\u00eb
\nve\u00e7 nj\u00eb dashuri si ton\u00ebn, \u00ebnd\u00ebrrojn\u00eb.
\nUn\u00eb e thash\u00eb dhe emrin t\u00ebnd
\nme thonj\u00ebza dashurie shoq\u00ebruar
\npikturova fytyren t\u00ebnde
\nsi nj\u00eb Monaliz\u00eb e menduar.
\nAshtu nd\u00ebrtova edhe ca sonete
\nme notat e zemr\u00ebs sime n\u00eb pentagram
\nsi nj\u00eb Moxart n\u00eb dy tela violine
\np\u00ebrshkrova \u00e7astet e dashuris\u00eb ton\u00eb! Ylli Jahaj<\/p>\n
Muza jote <\/p>\n
Dikush tjet\u00ebr u b\u00eb muza jote
\nDhe vargu yt gjen frym\u00ebzim
\n\u00cbnd\u00ebrruar m\u00eb p\u00ebrlote
\nMbaj n\u00eb shpirt thjesht nj\u00eb kujtim. <\/p>\n
P\u00ebr dreq m\u00eb trembte dashuria
\nDhe vargu yt me domosdo
\nM\u00ebrguar digjte poezia
\nRr\u00ebzohej vjesht\u00ebs, m\u00eb do, s’m\u00eb do. <\/p>\n
Tani nuk jam m\u00eb muza jote
\nDhe zemra mbushur plot trishtim
\nM\u00eb vret, m\u00eb ther kjo heshtja jote
\nE gjum\u00eb nuk kam, nuk kam as zgjim. <\/p>\n
Ti nuk e di sa vret vetmia
\nT\u00eb pres\u00ebsh ankthit nj\u00eb shk\u00ebndij\u00eb
\nNdoshta nuk di se \u00e7’\u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebrzia
\nS’t\u00eb kam m\u00ebrzitur p\u00ebr Per\u00ebndi.<\/p>\n
E mpir\u00eb jam nga larg\u00ebsia
\nPor nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim af\u00ebr e kam
\nM\u00eb \u00e7on n\u00eb qiej e hap\u00ebsira
\nSyri yt… me yllin ngjan. Anila Mataj<\/p>\n
Viktim\u00eb dashurie
\nKushtuar N\u00ebn\u00eb Terez\u00ebs<\/p>\n
Kam nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr kock\u00eb e l\u00ebkur\u00eb
\nViktim\u00eb e uris\u00eb p\u00ebr dashuri!
\n\u201cShpirtin ngroh me cigare
\nKam frik\u00eb mos ngrin
\nNga t\u00eb ftohtit posht\u00ebrsit\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj bote
\nJam viktim\u00eb e dashuris\u00eb p\u00ebr njer\u00ebzit
\nNd\u00ebrsa ti prehesh tmerr\u00ebsisht n\u00eb parajs\u00ebn e lumturis\u00eb
\nP\u00ebrqafimesh t\u00eb tjera hyjnish
\nUn\u00eb hap krah\u00ebt e pushtoj deri n\u00eb dhimbje
\nSkeletin e vetmis\u00eb time
\nNuk lodhem s\u00eb dashuruari hyjnit\u00eb
\nQ\u00eb s\u2019paskan nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb time. Alban Arapi<\/p>\n
Po njer\u00ebzit, kur?!<\/p>\n
Qiellit, fytyra me re
\nNisi t\u2019i p\u00ebrskuqet
\nSi i z\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb faj.<\/p>\n
Gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn
\nGj\u00ebmoi e vet\u00ebtiu
\nPa m\u00eb t\u00eb vogl\u00ebn m\u00ebshir\u00eb,
\nE tani
\nE paska z\u00ebn\u00eb turpi!<\/p>\n
Dhe qiejt u turp\u00ebruakan
\nNga gabimet
\nE teprimet e tyre?!
\nPo njer\u00ebzit, njer\u00ebzit, kur?! Miltiadh Davidhi<\/p>\n
Pran\u00eb teje<\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb doja t\u00eb ecja pran\u00eb teje
\nt\u00eb flisja, t\u00eb flisja shum\u00eb gjat\u00eb
\nDo doja t\u00eb mos kish larg\u00ebsi
\nnj\u00eb pritje pse duhet t\u00eb zgjas\u00eb
\nDo t\u00eb doja arom\u00ebn e trupit
\nta ndjeja dhe \u00ebmb\u00ebl ta shijoja
\nT\u00eb puthja un\u00eb buz\u00ebn e nxeht\u00eb
\nT\u2019i shkrija ndjenjat do doja…
\nDo mundja t\u00eb vdisja pran\u00eb teje
\nn\u00eb paqe me ty ve\u00e7 t\u00eb isha
\nDo dhuroja gjith\u00e7ka nga vetvetja
\npo vet\u00ebm k\u00ebt\u00eb mall e dhimbje t\u00eb mos kisha. Ina Vlor\u00eb<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Gjith\u00eb jeta ime b\u00ebhesh ti \u00c7do dit\u00eb kur bregut detit dalim, M\u00eb merr n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu plot dashuri. Ashtu t\u00eb mbaj edhe un\u00eb n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn time Dhe e gjith\u00eb jeta ime b\u00ebhesh ti… M\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebrit n\u00eb vesh se jam si nj\u00eb engj\u00ebll Se buzeqeshja ime jet\u00ebn t\u00eb shton. Por t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoje rrahjet e zemres […]<\/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-5873","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5873","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=5873"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5873\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5873"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5873"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5873"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}