I kam t\u00eb vrar\u00eb ndjenjat, \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebj me to tani?! T\u00eb hap nj\u00eb grop\u00eb dhe t\u2019i varros?! Por, ah! A varrosen ndjenjat, ku p\u00ebrpara m\u00eb del ti! K\u00ebt\u00eb dashuri pa dashuri. Do ta vras… do ta varros… ashtu rrokopuj\u00eb n\u00eb fundin e ndonj\u00eb pusi, t\u00eb njom syt\u00eb, do gjej pak uj\u00eb! Alban Arapi.
\nE pyes veten pse rash\u00eb n\u00eb dashni. Ah, moj nene, \u00e7ka te bej? Jeta ime perfundoi. Per nje vajze qe e desha shume, ma bani zemren, ma dogji shkrumb. Ma theu zemren si nje gote, por \u00e7ka te bej, e dua kot. Jeta pa t\u00eb m\u00eb digjet flake, syte e mi po derdhin gjak. E dashura ime, t\u00eb prita me mall, un\u00eb tash po vdes, ma b\u00ebn hallall. Pse t’jetoj kur s\u2019jam me, ti ma ktheve shpinen m\u00eb le n\u00eb vetmi. Sikur f\u00ebmij\u00eb me le tuj kja, si nuk te erdh aspak gjynah? M\u2019i more shpresat e u largove, dashnin\u00eb ton\u00eb ti e lendove. Ti shkove e m\u00eb le t\u00eb vuaj, askend tjeter une nuk do ta dua, por edhe kujtimet tona une do t\u2019i ruaj. Dije se ne zemren time shpirt nuk ka vend per asnje tjeter emer. Arsyen pse vdeka kejt le ta din, ishte arsyeja emri yt. Jeto se un\u00eb kam vdek, por ti shko e mos m\u00eb lyp me sy. Dashuroje tjetr\u00ebn e cila te gezon se per ne t\u00eb dy dashuria perfundoi. Ti mu me l\u00ebndove, tradhti me tjetrin me dhurove. Q\u00eb une shume te deshta bema ti hallall, por pse m\u00eb tradh\u00ebtove ti te koft haram. S’mundesh m\u00eb me harru se te deshta pa hile, nuk jam un\u00eb si ti me zemer katile. Kur te bie shi dije kush po qan, \u00ebsht\u00eb ai djali me zemer te vrare. Ti je fajtor se ma prishe jeten, deshte me jetu me nje zemer tjeter. Tash more vesh se m\u00eb ke humbur mua, dhe i k\u00ebrkon fjalet vetem ty te dua. Sikur t\u00eb ishim sebashku sabah per sabah vet\u00eb i ke fjalet se lype me u nda. Po kujton ditet se ishe me mu vone e kuptove se me ke l\u00ebndu. E lendove edhe veten se po don me tu kthy vone e more vesh se zemren ma ke thy. Un\u00eb po martohem, por i lumtur s\u2019jam. Si t\u00eb martohem, kur ve\u00e7 ty ne zemer te kam? E dashura ime ne darsem po te th\u00ebrras, p\u00ebr me m\u00eb shiku ti kur zemra m\u00eb plas. N\u00eb krahet e tu un\u00eb dua me vdek po ta le amanet kurr\u00eb mos m\u00eb harro per jet\u00eb. D\u00ebshira ime ka qen\u00eb q\u00eb une me ty t\u00eb martohesha, por nuk mb\u00ebrrina e dashur dhe nuk e perjetova. Kush ne na ndau, e vraft\u00eb Per\u00ebndia, sepse e vrau nj\u00eb gj\u00eb q\u00eb quhet dashuria. Me kujtimet e vjetra un\u00eb tani po jetoj dit\u00ebt q\u00eb i kaluam, nuk mundem t\u2019i harroj. Koka po m\u00eb thot\u00eb, mos qaj e mos vuaj, por zemra spo m\u00eb len ty me t\u00eb harruar. Sepse vet\u00ebm ty te deshta dhe te thash\u00eb fjalen \u201cte dua\u201d. Prap\u00eb erdhi koha te ecim rrugeve tona, e kisha dasht\u00eb nje perqafim per te fundit takim. Ndoshta m\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb t\u00eb shoh p\u00ebrjet\u00eb, s\u2019e dita se keshtu qenka fati te mbet\u00eb pa ty i shkret\u00eb. Ve\u00e7 edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb shoh me sy, t\u2019i prek buzet e tua, me lotet e mi. D\u00ebgjoje zemren time, qysh po t\u00eb thot\u00eb: Mos shko te lutem, e dashur, mos me le t\u00eb vetme. Zemren do ta bej gur, ty s\u2019do t\u00eb t\u00eb harroj kurre. P\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb fundit thuaj di\u00e7ka t\u00eb mir\u00eb, ve\u00e7 jo at\u00eb fjal\u00ebn q\u00eb quhet Lamtumir\u00eb. Le. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I kam t\u00eb vrar\u00eb ndjenjat, \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebj me to tani?! T\u00eb hap nj\u00eb grop\u00eb dhe t\u2019i varros?! Por, ah! A varrosen ndjenjat, ku p\u00ebrpara m\u00eb del ti! K\u00ebt\u00eb dashuri pa dashuri. Do ta vras… do ta varros… ashtu rrokopuj\u00eb n\u00eb fundin e ndonj\u00eb pusi, t\u00eb njom syt\u00eb, do gjej pak uj\u00eb! Alban Arapi. E pyes […]<\/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-7808","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mesazhe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7808","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=7808"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7808\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}