P\u00ebrjet\u00eb i yti<\/p>\n
Nuk u ktheva t\u00eb t’shikoja
\nPor u kthyen syt\u00eb e mi
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt, edhe pse shkoja
\nZemr\u00ebn kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb te ti!<\/p>\n
Me gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb kishte brenda
\nNdjenjash, gjaku orendi
\nN\u00eb tok\u00eb tjet\u00ebr shkelte k\u00ebmba
\nZem\u00ebr-shpirt aty te ti…<\/p>\n
N\u00eb bot\u00eb tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebrfundova
\nUn\u00eb dhe trupi im i shkret\u00eb.
\nP\u00ebr s\u00eb largu e kuptova
\n\u00c7’kisha humbur, n\u00eb t\u2019v\u00ebrtet\u00eb…<\/p>\n
Pa ty, humba n\u00eb kujtime
\nDo t\u00eb thot\u00eb ”ty s’mund t\u00eb humb”.
\nKur n\u00eb dor\u00eb ke zemr\u00ebn time
\nAsnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk b\u00ebhesh fund…<\/p>\n
Ndaj s\u2019u ktheva t\u00eb t\u2019shikoja
\nSepse syt\u00eb u kthyen vet\u00eb
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt, ndoshta shkova
\nPor te ti mbeta p\u00ebrjet\u00eb! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Gazetat dikur<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr t\u2019i bler\u00eb gazetat, dikur pritej rend,
\nt\u2019i mbanim n\u00ebn sqetull na ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb trend,
\ne shkrimet n\u00eb to kishin v\u00ebrtet\u00ebsi,
\nlexoheshin me \u00ebndje dhe sillnin k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi,
\nishin t\u00eb pak\u00ebta, porse kishin vler\u00eb,
\nme bindje besohej se aty shkruhej prer\u00eb,
\nnga \u00e7asti n\u00eb \u00e7ast, lajmet nuk ndryshonin,
\npor nga disa her\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtat i lexonim,
\nm\u00eb pastaj n\u00eb oda kur i komentonim,
\nvet\u00ebm nj\u00ebri fliste, t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt e d\u00ebgjonin.
\nE sot mjaft gazeta n\u00eb dit\u00eb shohin drit\u00ebn,
\nplot me informata, por m\u00eb pak lexohen,
\nlajmet n\u00eb brendi nuk sjellin shum\u00eb risi,
\nngase vjet\u00ebrsohen, para se t\u00eb botohen! Feriz Ukshini<\/p>\n
Lulet dhe librat
\nLulet dhe librat i dua shum\u00eb
\nSe kan\u00eb t\u00eb shpirtit arom\u00eb
\nBashk\u00eb me koh\u00ebn, i mbaj pa’ndar\u00eb
\nN\u00eb bibliotek\u00ebn time gjithmon\u00eb
\nLulet m\u00eb dhurojn\u00eb ngjyrat e jet\u00ebs
\nLibrat m\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb ta shoh jet\u00ebn n\u00eb sy
\nKoha m’i dhuron t\u00eb dyja bashk\u00eb
\nDhe shpirti im jetohet aty! Fleta Satka<\/p>\n
”Udha me mij\u00ebra tr\u00ebndafila”<\/p>\n
M\u00eb thuaj ”t\u00eb dua” e mbam\u00eb n\u00eb zem\u00ebr
\nDhurom\u00eb p\u00ebrdit\u00eb, \u00e7aste t\u00eb tilla.
\nDashuris’ son\u00eb i kam v\u00ebn\u00eb em\u00ebr
\n”Udha me mij\u00ebra tr\u00ebndafila”… <\/p>\n
Udha me mij\u00ebra tr\u00ebndafila
\nE me kurora orkidesh
\nTi dhurom\u00eb \u00e7aste t\u00eb tilla
\nNga un\u00eb, pafund do t’i kesh!<\/p>\n
E n\u00ebp\u00ebr parqe t\u00eb lul\u00ebzuar.
\nMund t\u00eb gjesh ve\u00e7 bukuri.
\nNjer\u00ebz q\u00eb ecin me buz\u00ebbashkuar
\nE midis tyre edhe un\u00eb e ti.
\nNga dashuria t\u00eb pushtuar
\nT\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb krejt’sisht n\u00eb dashuri!<\/p>\n
Ti m\u00eb dhe ajrin t\u00eb b\u00ebsh dashuri
\nDo t\u2019i jap\u00ebsh atij nj\u00eb form\u00eb patjet\u00ebr.
\nDisa njer\u00ebz lindin me dhunti
\nE b\u00ebjn\u00eb puthjen, kryevep\u00ebr\u2026<\/p>\n
M\u00eb thuaj ”t\u00eb dua” dhe fli e qet\u00eb
\nE kur t\u00eb zgjohesh, m\u00eb thuaj t\u00eb dua
\nUn\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj n\u00eb gji p\u00ebrjet\u00eb
\nE ti, shtr\u00ebngom\u00eb, n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tua! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Shpirt inert <\/p>\n
Un\u00eb, dikur, vajza e hekurt
\nstrehim k\u00ebrkoj n\u00eb shpirtin t\u00ebnd.
\nUn\u00eb, tani, femra e tretur
\nnga gabimet e mia nuk z\u00eb mend.
\nS\u2019e di p\u00ebrse me dashuri njer\u00ebzit vras,
\nS\u2019e di as p\u00ebrsen\u00eb e kapitjes q\u00eb m\u2019ka pushtuar.
\nPor di q\u00eb zemra m\u00eb ndizet gaz
\nkur faljen e tij kam merituar.
\nNuk dua kurrkujt t\u2019i tregoj
\nse sa e pamas\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ndjenja ime,
\ndua nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptoj\u00eb
\nse vet\u00ebm para tij, kapitullon kryene\u00e7\u00ebsia ime.
\nI gjith\u00eb ky \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb p\u00ebrjetim kompakt
\nq\u00eb me ngaz\u00ebllim dua ta ndaj me shpirtin tim binjak.
\nPor shpesh, shpirtrat humbasin n\u00eb rrug\u00ebtime pa fund
\ndhe mbetet vet\u00ebm shpresa q\u00eb me imagjinat\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7oj\u00eb gjithkund.
\nD\u00ebgjoj shpirtin tim q\u00eb nga thell\u00ebsia po m\u00eb th\u00ebrret…
\nSa keq gjuh\u00ebn dot s\u2019po ia kuptoj
\ndhe ai mbeti thjesht nj\u00eb shpirt inert. Bruni Hyka <\/p>\n
Reflektim n\u00eb shi\u2026<\/p>\n
P\u00ebrgjum\u00ebsh vetja ime sot
\nngat\u00ebrruar \u00ebndrrat n\u00ebp\u00ebr flok\u00eb.
\nS’e di k\u00eb dua t\u00eb b\u00ebj me faj
\nret\u00eb e ngarkuara apo njer\u00ebzit n\u00eb tok\u00eb.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb shkund mendimet q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumin
\npluhur imazhesh nga vetja ime
\nT\u00eb kem nj\u00eb gom\u00eb edhe t\u00eb fshij
\natje ku p\u00ebr dreq kam b\u00ebr\u00eb gabime.<\/p>\n
Mbase edhe veten do kritikoj
\nt\u00eb g\u00ebrmoj thell\u00eb ku kam gabuar
\nPor s\u00ebrish me vete belb\u00ebzoj
\nun\u00eb ve\u00e7 p\u00ebr mir\u00eb, kam menduar.<\/p>\n
Asgj\u00eb s\u2019k\u00ebrkoj nga asnjeri
\nas nga momentet q\u00eb un\u00eb gabova
\nDhe kurrsesi nuk do pendohem
\np\u00ebr k\u00eb kam dashur, p\u00ebr \u00e7ka jetova. Aurora CM<\/p>\n
P\u00ebrse?!
\nP\u00ebrse nuk mundem m\u00eb t’i flas?
\nKam kaq frik\u00eb ta p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndes!
\nP\u00ebrse heshtjen dot s\u2019e vras?
\nNuk mundem m\u00eb, t’i buz\u00ebqesh!
\nPo p\u00ebrse k\u00ebrkoj t’ia d\u00ebgjoj z\u00ebrin?
\nKur vet\u00eb i thash\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb largohet!
\nP\u00ebrse duart dridhen, para portretit?
\nSa her\u00eb n\u00eb ekran m\u00eb pikturohet!
\nP\u00ebrse kjo ndjenj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb kaq e rrall’?
\nT\u00eb till\u00eb kurr\u00eb s’kisha provuar!
\nP\u00ebrse duhet t\u00eb ndjej mall?
\nKur un\u00eb… “Nuk jam e dashuruar”! Fatmira Loci<\/p>\n
Kam frik\u00eb
\nSi i z\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb faj me rri,
\nDhe shikohemi sy me sy.
\nBuz\u00ebqeshja t\u00eb merr udh\u00eb.
\nSi malli im p\u00ebr ty!<\/p>\n
Para meje, m\u00eb prehesh si f\u00ebmij\u00eb,
\nPort\u00ebn e zemr\u00ebs e hape but\u00ebsisht.
\nHeshtja t\u00eb flet p\u00ebr dashuri.
\nSi engj\u00ebll t\u00eb dua n\u00eb krah’t e mi.<\/p>\n
Vall\u00eb m\u00eb trego \u00e7’t\u00eb mundon,
\nSe p\u00ebr ty, zemra m\u00eb pyeti.
\nE un\u00eb \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm t\u00eb dua,
\nTi je mrekullia, parajsa, mbreti…<\/p>\n
Me fol, m\u00eb fto n\u00eb dashuri.
\nDhe fli mb\u00ebshtetur ti te mua
\nZhytu thell\u00eb n\u00eb gjoksin tim.
\nEdhe pse kam frik\u00eb t\u00eb them t\u00eb dua. Luljeta Pashollari<\/p>\n
Drit\u00ebson historin\u00eb
\n– Kristo Frash\u00ebri, burr\u00eb me mend
\nPo l\u00eb gjurm\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb vend<\/p>\n
– Drit\u00ebson ti historin\u00eb
\nLavdimadh p\u00ebr Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb<\/p>\n
– \u00c7do kohe i flet me vepra,
\nNj\u00ebra m\u00eb e lart\u00eb se tjetra.<\/p>\n
– Librat \u2013 bibliotek\u00eb me vete
\nDo rrojn\u00eb p\u00ebr jet\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebve.<\/p>\n
– Karroc\u00ebn e paske z\u00ebn\u00eb
\nN\u00eb themel t\u00eb Tok\u00ebs N\u00ebn\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Brezat do shkojn\u00eb dhe do vijn\u00eb
\nNga gurr\u2019 e vepr\u00ebs t\u00ebnde do pin\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– P\u00ebr Frash\u00ebr, p\u00ebr Shqip\u00ebri,
\nZemra dhe shpirti t\u2019u shkri.<\/p>\n
– Nj\u00eb Rilind\u00ebs i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb
\nNderim pa\u00e7 p\u00ebr mot e jet\u00eb. Izet S. Culli. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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