{"id":6748,"date":"2014-12-02T15:00:17","date_gmt":"2014-12-02T14:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/?p=6748"},"modified":"2014-12-02T11:55:12","modified_gmt":"2014-12-02T10:55:12","slug":"poezia-juaj-14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/2014\/12\/poezia-juaj-14\/","title":{"rendered":"Poezia juaj&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>M\u00eb fal, N\u00ebn\u00eb!<\/p>\n<p>M\u00eb fal n\u00ebn\u00eb!<br \/>\nDje t\u00eb mbulova me dh\u00e9<br \/>\nE ika\u2026 t\u00eb lash\u00eb t\u00eb vetme<br \/>\nN\u00eb nj\u00eb vetmi<br \/>\nT\u00eb frikshme nate!<\/p>\n<p>Ti kurr\u00eb s\u2019m\u00eb ke l\u00ebn\u00eb<br \/>\nT\u00eb vet\u00ebm<br \/>\nDhe sot<br \/>\nS\u2019mund ta pranoj k\u00ebt\u00eb fakt.<\/p>\n<p>\u00c7do rreze drite e loti n\u00eb qiell<br \/>\nQan n\u00ebp\u00ebr syt\u00eb e mi<br \/>\nMe ngash\u00ebrime.<\/p>\n<p>T\u2019u preht\u00eb shpirti n\u00eb paqe,<br \/>\nE bukura ime! Miltiadh Davidhi<\/p>\n<p>RRUG\u00cb E BARDH\u00cb (nga nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim n\u00ebn mjegull)<\/p>\n<p>Dhe rruga e gjat\u00eb q\u00eb, tutje gjarp\u00ebron.<br \/>\nTymnaj\u00ebs s\u00eb pakufi, p\u00ebrmes i shkon, e shpon.<br \/>\nE \u00e7an mjegull\u00ebn e r\u00ebnd\u00eb, thithur p\u00ebrdhe.<br \/>\nQ\u00eb hapur portat e bardha, la nd\u00ebr ne.<\/p>\n<p>Ne hyjm\u00eb portave t\u00eb bardha t\u00eb ajrit,<br \/>\nN\u00ebp\u00ebr labirinthe, shkelim gjurm\u00ebt e tjetrit.<br \/>\nSi tok\u00ebn a r\u00ebr\u00ebn, duam t\u00eb g\u00eblltisim nj\u00eb cop\u00eb re.<br \/>\nDhe ata lart, po qeshin me ne. <\/p>\n<p>Rruga n\u00eb tymnaj\u00ebn e grisur dredhon.<br \/>\nDhe me bisht si gisht, fatet na dikton.<br \/>\nNe luftojm\u00eb e ndajm\u00eb, por pa e ditur vem\u00eb.<br \/>\nT\u00eb gjith\u00eb andej nga, n\u00eb fund, ardhja vjen. Klevis Bakillari<\/p>\n<p>Mendimi<br \/>\nSi dru i bukur rritesh, n\u00eb vargjet e mia,<br \/>\nsi dru shekullor, q\u00eb era s\u2019e tund.<br \/>\nT\u00eb gjitha g\u00ebrmat, nga A-ja te Zh-ja,<br \/>\nt\u00eb japin nj\u00eb drit\u00eb t\u00eb pafund.<br \/>\nMe tridhjet\u00eb e gjasht\u00eb g\u00ebrmat e alfabetit,<br \/>\nun\u00eb shkruaj e shkruaj si mund.<br \/>\nT\u00eb mb\u00ebshtjell me nj\u00ebmij\u00eb metafora,<br \/>\ndruaj, mos t\u00eb shohin, gj\u00ebkund. Ollga Selamni (farmacistja)<\/p>\n<p>Meditimi i nj\u00eb muzgu<\/p>\n<p>Frymonte shpirti buz\u00ebs s\u00eb detit<br \/>\nDhe pafjal\u00ebsia b\u00ebhej art.<br \/>\nNuk vinte m\u00eb zhurm\u00eb e qytetit.<br \/>\nTashm\u00eb, \u00e7do gj\u00eb u b\u00eb e qart\u00eb&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Isha larguar nga fryma jote<br \/>\nBuz\u00ebs s\u00eb detit n\u00eb muzgun gri<br \/>\nDo t&#8217; jem pjes\u00ebtar i k\u00ebsaj bote<br \/>\nPjes\u00ebtare e saj do t&#8217;jesh dhe ti&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Isha larguar nga syt\u00eb e tu<br \/>\nMe pafjal\u00ebsin\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt ngarkuar.<br \/>\nN\u00eb muzgun gri e detin blu.<br \/>\nDua t\u00eb them, &#8221;isha larguar&#8221;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Tanim\u00eb, jam larg prej teje.<br \/>\nAq sa edhe dielli n\u00eb per\u00ebndim.<br \/>\nNga ty q\u00eb endesh n\u00ebp\u00ebr deje<br \/>\nNga ty q\u00eb t\u00eb quaja, gjaku im&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Do t&#8217;kem ty breng\u00eb a nostalgji<br \/>\nNdoshta ditar mbushur kujtime.<br \/>\nS&#8217;kam frik\u00eb si do t\u2019shp\u00ebtoj nga ti.<br \/>\nFrik\u00ebn ia kam un\u00eb vetes sime!<\/p>\n<p>Si t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoj nga ky q\u00eb jam<br \/>\nNga muzgjet mbushur meditime.<br \/>\nNj\u00eb distanc\u00eb pa fund na ndan<br \/>\nPa fund, sa dashuria ime! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n<p>Arsyeja veten k\u00ebrkonte.<\/p>\n<p>Me je b\u00ebr\u00eb mendim i nat\u00ebs<br \/>\ndit\u00ebn ndjekje n\u00eb udh\u00eb pa kthim<br \/>\npaqart\u00ebsi q\u00eb vet\u00ebm zgjatet<br \/>\nsekret q\u00eb fshihet n\u00eb nj\u00eb pendim.<\/p>\n<p>Trokite leht\u00eb e pa arsye<br \/>\ndera e zemr\u00ebs u hap vet&#8217;<br \/>\nme shkelm t\u00eb shenjt\u00eb aty godite<br \/>\npastaj ike n\u00ebp\u00ebr terr.<\/p>\n<p>E k\u00ebrkoja un\u00eb arsyen<br \/>\nmes sinqeritetit, humbur pa zhurm\u00eb<br \/>\nn\u00eb \u00e7do kthin\u00eb ve\u00e7 dhembja gjendej<br \/>\nn\u00eb \u00e7do shikim, pyetje pa fund<\/p>\n<p>N&#8217;pritje torture, ora vraponte<br \/>\nkoha ndalur ish&#8217; me koh\u00eb<br \/>\nvet\u00eb arsyeja, veten k\u00ebrkonte<br \/>\nrast\u00ebsia, nga gjumi m&#8217;zgjoi&#8230;! Ylli Jahaj<\/p>\n<p>P\u00ebr ty&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Jam aty kur ti bisedon me m\u00ebrzitjen t\u00ebnde<br \/>\nN\u00eb brigjet e lot&#8217;ve fshehur n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu<br \/>\nPa ditur se \u00e7&#8217;mendon kur shikon qiellin<br \/>\nDhe ti, pa ditur se un\u00eb jam k\u00ebtu&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>T\u00eb ndjeja zemr\u00ebn kur rreh p\u00ebr mua<br \/>\nT\u00eb ndjeja psheretim\u00ebn e t\u00eb shkretit mall<br \/>\nApo ndoshta vet\u00ebm une e ndjej dashurin\u00eb<br \/>\nAkoma n\u00eb shpirtin tim vall\u00eb?!<\/p>\n<p>Dhe h\u00ebna b\u00ebn rrug\u00eb mbi detin e qet\u00eb<br \/>\nE shpirtit i them \u201cshko drejt tij\u201d<br \/>\nSa yjet mbuluan qiellin me xhelozi<br \/>\nP\u00ebr ty, e imja dashuri! Fleta Satka<\/p>\n<p>Kujtimet q\u00eb m\u2019i zbuloi vjeshta<br \/>\nN\u00eb parkun e shtruar nga vjeshta<br \/>\nAsgj\u00eb sonte nuk pip\u00ebtin<br \/>\nVe\u00e7 f\u00ebshf\u00ebrim\u00ebs s\u00eb er\u00ebs n\u00ebp\u00ebr pem\u00eb<br \/>\nE diku larg d\u00ebgjohet nj\u00eb vet\u00ebtim\u00eb<br \/>\nSonte, askush s&#8217;ma prish qet\u00ebsin\u00eb<br \/>\nD\u00ebgjohen ve\u00e7 hapat e mi t\u00eb vetmuar<br \/>\nK\u00ebrcitja e gjetheve kur mbi to shkel<br \/>\nE ndonj\u00eb \u00e7ift mes puthjesh i harruar<br \/>\nStolat n\u00eb park si hije m\u00eb kalojn\u00eb<br \/>\nNuk e kthej kok\u00ebn as p\u00ebr t\u2019i par\u00eb<br \/>\nKujtime t\u00eb larg\u00ebta ato m\u00eb zgjojn\u00eb<br \/>\nPapritur shoh stolin ton\u00eb aty pran\u00eb<br \/>\nK\u00ebmb\u00ebt ndalojn\u00eb e m\u00eb \u00e7ojn\u00eb aty<br \/>\nSi magnet ai stol m\u00eb t\u00ebrheq pran\u00eb<br \/>\nZemra fillon t\u00eb m\u00eb rrah\u00eb si at\u00ebher\u00eb<br \/>\nE kujtimet m\u00eb vijn\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha n\u00eb radh\u00eb<br \/>\nTe ky stol provova puthjen e par\u00eb<br \/>\nNj\u00eb buz\u00ebmbr\u00ebmje vjeshte t\u00eb praruar<br \/>\nSonte ndjej zemr\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb rrah\u00eb prap\u00eb<br \/>\nEdhe pse shume vite kan\u00eb kaluar<br \/>\nAjo kohe nis t\u00eb shfaqet para meje<br \/>\nSi nj\u00eb film me metrazh t\u00eb gjat\u00eb<br \/>\nKetu dham\u00eb sa puthje aq premtime<br \/>\nVitet m\u2019i mor\u00ebn, kjo vjesht\u00eb m\u2019i solli prap\u00eb<br \/>\nSa her\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb park kam sh\u00ebtitur<br \/>\nK\u00ebsaj rruge i jam shmangur gjithmon\u00eb<br \/>\nSot p\u00ebr dreq k\u00ebtu m\u00eb soll\u00ebn k\u00ebmb\u00ebt<br \/>\nNj\u00ebsoj si at\u00ebher\u00eb e gjej stolin ton\u00eb<br \/>\nI ftohti i vjesht\u00ebs m\u00eb kujton t\u00eb ngrihem<br \/>\nTa l\u00eb pas stolin e dashur k\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb<br \/>\nBashk\u00eb me t\u00eb, t\u00eb l\u00eb edhe kujtimet<br \/>\nQ\u00eb vitet m\u2019i fsheh\u00ebn, vjeshta m\u2019i zbuloi prap\u00eb&#8230; Aida Previzi<\/p>\n<p>Vet\u00ebm ata&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Vet\u00ebm ata ecnin n\u00ebp\u00ebr shi<br \/>\ne bota rreth tyre gjithnj\u00eb sillej,<br \/>\nDashuruan gjer n\u00eb marr\u00ebzi<br \/>\nqielli flak&#8217; e zjarr p\u00ebr ata ndizej!<\/p>\n<p>Vet\u00ebm ata, er\u00ebrat i duruan<br \/>\ne nuk u rrezuan nga asnj\u00eb stuhi,<br \/>\nT\u00eb kapur dor&#8217; p\u00ebr dore udh\u00ebtuan<br \/>\nn\u00ebp\u00ebr shtigjet e jet\u00ebs, n\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi!<\/p>\n<p>Vet\u00ebm ata, jet\u00ebn dashuruan&#8230;<br \/>\nI dashuroi dhe vet\u00eb jeta, ata t\u00eb dy! Fatmira Loci<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>M\u00eb fal, N\u00ebn\u00eb! M\u00eb fal n\u00ebn\u00eb! Dje t\u00eb mbulova me dh\u00e9 E ika\u2026 t\u00eb lash\u00eb t\u00eb vetme N\u00eb nj\u00eb vetmi T\u00eb frikshme nate! Ti kurr\u00eb s\u2019m\u00eb ke l\u00ebn\u00eb T\u00eb vet\u00ebm Dhe sot S\u2019mund ta pranoj k\u00ebt\u00eb fakt. \u00c7do rreze drite e loti n\u00eb qiell Qan n\u00ebp\u00ebr syt\u00eb e mi Me ngash\u00ebrime. T\u2019u preht\u00eb shpirti n\u00eb [&hellip;]<\/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-6748","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6748","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=6748"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6748\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6748"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6748"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6748"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}