Zhg\u00ebnjim<\/p>\n
Vij mbi dete, male e qiej
\nRreziku e harrese,
\nQ\u00eb ve\u00e7 ftoht\u00ebsis\u00eb,
\nDashuri nuk gjen,
\nE i befasuar ndjej q\u00eb e gjith\u00eb
\nDhimbja, dashuria
\nDhe nostalgjia,
\nQenka vet\u00ebm e imja
\nDhe e fijes s\u00eb barit
\nQ\u00eb e bleroja n\u00eb shpirt
\nP\u00ebr ju! Miltiadh Davidhi<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb dhe Deti<\/p>\n
Kur jam pran\u00eb teje, un\u00eb jam vetvetja,
\nNj\u00eb djal\u00eb i heshtur me laps dhe let\u00ebr.
\nS’m\u00eb frik\u00ebson m\u00eb, as jeta as vdekja,
\nM\u00eb mjafton q\u00eb vargjet t’i b\u00ebj vep\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
Tek eci vetmuar bregut t\u00ebnd
\nNdjej er\u00ebn q\u00eb flok\u00ebt m’i ledhaton,
\nShikoj per\u00ebndimin q\u00eb m’l\u00eb pa mend
\nDhe lapsi ve\u00e7 shkruan, nuk ndalon!<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb, qet\u00ebsisht, drejt teje afrohem
\nE Ti, furish\u00ebm, me dallg\u00eb m\u00eb godet,
\nSa m\u00eb shum\u00eb q\u00eb nga toka largohem,
\nAq m\u00eb shum\u00eb z\u00ebri yt m\u00eb flet.<\/p>\n
Filloj dalngadal\u00eb p\u00ebr t’u larguar,
\nMe mall, detin, me dor\u00eb e prek.
\nE ndjej q\u00eb me mua \u00ebsht\u00eb zem\u00ebruar
\nTek m\u00eb nxjerr me vrap n\u00eb breg.<\/p>\n
Po ndahemi sot, por po t’l\u00eb k’t\u00eb let\u00ebr
\nQ\u00eb ta p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel\u00ebsh me nostalgji.
\nMirupafshim Det! Rishihemi nes\u00ebr!
\nKur dielli t’na p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndes\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. Izmir Todaj<\/p>\n
FJAL\u00cb N\u00cbNE…
\nDhe t\u00eb tretem porsi guri, q\u00eb e tret nj\u00eb pik\u00eb.
\nDhe t\u00eb zhdukem, porsi dielli do t\u00eb lind p\u00ebrdit\u00eb.
\nDhe t\u00eb thahem, porsi druri q\u00eb nuk merr ushqim.
\nSi alkooli dhe t\u00eb digjem, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ka kthim.
\nDo t\u00eb \u00e7ohem, nuk do ngelem l\u00ebndin\u00eb e helmuar.
\nMuri i shembur, akt i koh\u00ebs t\u00eb jem shkat\u00ebrruar.
\nPrap\u00eb do rritem, do shp\u00ebrthej sythfjetur diku.
\nSa hap dielli, kok\u00ebn do ngre prap\u00eb t\u00eb jem me ju.
\nM\u00eb vadisni, m\u00eb ushqeni, jeta juaj burim.
\nNuk humbas, jam fare mir\u00eb, do t\u00eb \u00e7el m\u00ebm\u00ebsin\u00eb.
\nPran\u00eb m\u00eb keni si ogur, rrug\u00ebn \u00e7ani leht\u00eb.
\nKur t\u00eb jesh n\u00eb udh\u00ebkryq, ”O n\u00ebn\u00eb ” thirr i qet\u00eb.
\nJam aty ku zgjidhja s’\u00ebsht\u00eb, t\u00eb hap der\u00ebn t\u00ebnde.
\nKush l\u00ebndim provoi n\u00eb jet\u00eb, dhe s’r\u00ebnkoi ”Oh n\u00ebn\u00eb”.
\nJam e ndar\u00eb n\u00eb cop\u00ebza jete, cop\u00ebza t\u00eb kristalta.
\nRrug\u00eb e err\u00ebt po ju doli, nxjerr rrezet e arta.
\nJam n\u00eb shpirt, jam n\u00eb zem\u00ebr, nd\u00ebr vena notoj.
\nGjak i past\u00ebr drith\u00ebrim, t\u00eb keqen sfidoj. Arta Hysenaj<\/p>\n
Pak mbi dashurin\u00eb<\/p>\n
Dashurin\u00eb n\u00eb di ta njoh\u00ebsh
\nS’mund t\u2019i v\u00ebsh kufij me trar\u00eb
\nSe me vrull v\u00ebrshon nga zemra
\nMbahet deti me litar\u00eb?!<\/p>\n
Dashurin\u00eb n\u00eb di ta prek\u00ebsh
\nE t\u2019i jepesh t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht.
\nLumturi pa fund do t\u2019pres\u00ebsh.
\nDhe do t\u2019vuash \u00ebmb\u00eblsisht…<\/p>\n
Dashuria s\u2019pranon kushte.
\nS\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb e shkruar asgj\u00ebkund
\nK\u00ebrkon jet\u00eb, shpirt dhe vuajtje
\nEdhe zemr\u00ebn, ta p\u00ebrkund.<\/p>\n
K\u00ebrkon jeta dashuri
\nA dashuria t\u00eb jep jet\u00eb
\nNga dy an\u00ebt, mrekulli
\nE m\u00eb mir\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb! Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Mendon \u00e7dokush…<\/p>\n
Mendojn\u00eb ”ata” q\u00eb jan\u00eb t\u00eb zgjuar
\nT\u00eb gjith\u00eb kan\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb n\u00eb dituri.
\nUlin kok\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00ebsuar.
\nEdhe \u00e7dokush me aq sa di.<\/p>\n
Mendojn\u00eb q\u00eb jan\u00eb t\u00eb dashuruar.
\n\u00c7dokush ka t\u00eb drejt\u00eb t\u00eb dashuroj\u00eb.
\nJapin gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr ta provuar.
\nE \u00e7do njeri me \u00e7far\u00eb provoi.<\/p>\n
Mendojn\u00eb se din\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka nga jeta
\n\u00c7dokush ka t\u00eb drejt\u00eb t\u00eb thot\u00eb \u201cun\u00eb di\u201d
\nKur \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm, e v\u00ebrteta
\nKa g\u00ebnjeshtr\u00ebn p\u00ebr karshi!<\/p>\n
Mendojn\u00eb \u201cata\u201d q\u00eb jan\u00eb t\u00eb zgjuar.
\nNdaj \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe mendja, t\u00eb mendojn\u00eb
\nKur \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht duke jetuar
\nT\u00eb gjith\u00eb harrojn\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb jetojn\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Sikur ata t\u00eb mendoheshin aq sa duhet!
\nN\u00eb fakt, ajo q\u00eb duhet, nuk ekziston n\u00eb logjik\u00eb. Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
MESDHEU VARREZ\u00cb MASIVE<\/p>\n
Shpresa t’pashpresa hidhen n’dallg\u00eb
\nprej zjarrit t\u00eb barotit q\u00eb ndezi dheun
\nfoshnja t’akullta q\u00eb gal\u00ebxhojn\u00eb si alg\u00eb
\ntrupa t’pafrym\u00eb q\u00eb mbushin Mesdheun.<\/p>\n
\u00cbndrra t\u00eb vrara lundrojn\u00eb mbi val\u00eb
\nmbyten pa puthur an\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb bregut
\ndikush, diku, dikur i \u00ebnd\u00ebrroi i gjall\u00eb
\nsot jan\u00eb mbuluar, me ftoht\u00ebsin\u00eb e ajsbergut.<\/p>\n
Shpirtrat klithin t’pashpirt, kujsh\u00ebm
\nshkulmet kthehen n\u00eb jehon\u00eb, n’z\u00ebra q\u00eb qajn\u00eb
\np\u00ebrplaset n’brigjet e Mesdheut bujsh\u00ebm
\ntronditet fundi detit e ngrihet cunam!<\/p>\n
Shpresat e pashpresa, \u00ebndrrat e vrara, shpirtrat e pashpirt
\nn\u00eb detin Mesdhe, n\u00eb at\u00eb varr masiv, u varros\u00ebn p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht! Sk\u00ebnder Laze Trebeshina<\/p>\n
Brenga e Shpirtit Tim<\/p>\n
Zemra e l\u00ebnduar gjak pse pikon
\nKush ty t\u00eb m\u00ebrziti e me sy e k\u00ebrkon,
\n\u00c7do gj\u00eb e vdekur nuk ngjallet, e di?
\nJeto me kujtime q\u00eb s’t\u2019i prek asnji.<\/p>\n
Dit\u00ebt pa ty nuk kan\u00eb kuptim
\nT\u00eb p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrohem m\u00eb d\u00ebrgo nj\u00eb shkrep\u00ebtim\u00eb,
\nM\u00eb jep nj\u00eb sinjal q\u00eb p\u00ebr ne mendon
\nFati i yn\u00eb i keq na ndau p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Pak nga pak, tre marsi po vjen
\nSyt\u00eb e mi t\u00eb p\u00ebrlotur, ty nuk po t\u00eb gjejn\u00eb
\nShum\u00eb jam munduar t\u00eb t\u00eb harroj
\nKujtimet e bukura vet\u00ebm te ti m\u00eb \u00e7ojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb lutem, Zot, m\u00eb jep nj\u00eb drejtim
\nT\u00eb m\u00eb largosh nga ky mall-p\u00ebrv\u00eblim,
\nVall\u00eb pse kalova n\u00eb nostalgji,
\nMos ka faj shiu, ngjason me lot\u00ebt e mi.<\/p>\n
Festat e fund vitit po afrojn\u00eb
\nE un\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb e ndjej vetmin\u00eb
\nMalet d\u00ebbora i mbuloi
\nPo ashtu edhe shpirtin tim… Luljeta Gjosha Pashollari<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Zhg\u00ebnjim Vij mbi dete, male e qiej Rreziku e harrese, Q\u00eb ve\u00e7 ftoht\u00ebsis\u00eb, Dashuri nuk gjen, E i befasuar ndjej q\u00eb e gjith\u00eb Dhimbja, dashuria Dhe nostalgjia, Qenka vet\u00ebm e imja Dhe e fijes s\u00eb barit Q\u00eb e bleroja n\u00eb shpirt P\u00ebr ju! Miltiadh Davidhi Un\u00eb dhe Deti Kur jam pran\u00eb teje, un\u00eb jam vetvetja, […]<\/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-7462","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7462","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=7462"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7462\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7462"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7462"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7462"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}