{"id":2857,"date":"2013-05-18T01:32:25","date_gmt":"2013-05-18T01:32:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=2857"},"modified":"2013-05-18T01:32:25","modified_gmt":"2013-05-18T01:32:25","slug":"poezi-nga-elinda-marku-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=2857","title":{"rendered":"Poezi nga Elinda Marku"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Sfilata e dhimbjes<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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U vesh u \u00e7vesh shtate here ne dite<\/p>\n

Shtate ditet e javes se vet<\/p>\n

Te shtate fustanet e bardhe<\/p>\n

Pis te bardhe\u2026. e tejdukshmja<\/p>\n

Tejduken tiparet e thella<\/p>\n

Mbuluar thellesive therese.<\/p>\n

Mban\u00a0 zi te bardhe per dashnine<\/p>\n

Per dashnine e t’tana dashnive<\/p>\n

qe nuk vdiqen<\/p>\n

Qe nuk linden\u2026<\/p>\n

Qe nuk\u2026..!<\/p>\n

Deri sa u shemb \u00a0 e\u00a0 ra nje pike<\/p>\n

Mbi nje vize vertikale, i -e madhe shtypi<\/p>\n

Permbysen papra i\u2019te<\/p>\n

sa here sfidon ne sfilate veten, dhimbja<\/p>\n

Brenda seciles nesh nje kopje e saj asht’et<\/p>\n

Sicila ajo,\u00a0 njana prej nesh<\/p>\n

Nje pike mbi nje vize vertikale<\/p>\n

Ther degjimin. Uji vishet saj<\/p>\n

Teksa nje femije e mban duarsh<\/p>\n

Nje here modelen time (dhimbjen)<\/p>\n

Nje here modelen e atij (gjethen)<\/p>\n

Gjethen qe dikur qe syth\u2026.!<\/p>\n

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Shartim<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Asht nje kumbull atje ne Ishte
\nqe e sjell pranveren pa zogj
\npa e shperthy kurre nje sythe
\nshkon e hyn ne vjeshte.
\n.
\nAsht nje kumbull ketu ne mue
\npermidis kopshtit te kujtimeve.
\nKopeshti asht i babes
\nune e nanes jam.
\nKujtimet, baba,
\nkumbulla e nana jane te mijat.
\n\u2026
\nM\u2019ka mbet me e shartu kumbullen
\ne te Ishtes
\nme te Itashme.<\/p>\n

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Drinat\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Vetem mos me e ndyj Drinin e Bardhe
\ni shtrin nje ure permbi.
\nVetem per me e zbardh Drinin e Zi
\nshkoj Drini i Bardhe i hyni n’gji.
\nDet u bane diku-dikur
\nte dy.<\/p>\n

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Gur’ asht fjale e madhe<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ende shoh nje femij gjunjegrisur<\/p>\n

tuj mbledh gur<\/p>\n

n’zallt’ te t’gjithe lumenjeve.<\/p>\n

\u00c7uditem si nuk jam ba murator!<\/p>\n

Ende e shoh nje vajze tuj shtegtu<\/p>\n

me dy gur ne shpine.<\/p>\n

\u00c7uditem si nuk i kam lidh’ vete<\/p>\n

te gjitha urat mbi te cilat kam kalu!<\/p>\n

Shoh nje grua gur tuj ngjyros<\/p>\n

shkruan mbi to dashnite e perjetshme<\/p>\n

Nuk \u00e7uditem, nese n’gur shnderrohem !<\/p>\n

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Une jam “Europa”<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sonte ma ka dhane truni
\nme ia pre gershetin Shotes,
\nma ka dhane truni me i dhuru nje lule
\nne vend te pushkes,
\nme i ble nje minifund te markes “bebe”
\nne vend te qeleshes, kapele te markes “channel”
\nnje pale kepuce e nje pale syze “guci”
\nnje valixhe te markes “louis vuitton”
\ndo t’ia mbush plot me te brendshme te “victoria secret”!
\nMa ka dhane truni ta nis drejt Europes
\nShoten!
\nKeshtu e me kete rast, i mbush mendjen asaj e te bijve
\nse jeni civilizu, se keni mesu permendesh
\nemra teshash pa kuptim,
\nboll te dukeni ato qe nuk jeni
\nt\u2019 iu thone te tjeret, europaxhinj!<\/p>\n

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I them Mares:
\n…..
\n<\/strong>S’mund te kesh dashni per fjalen
\nnese nuk i don shkronjat!<\/p>\n

S’mund t’kesh dashni per diellin
\nnese nuk i don xixellonjat!<\/p>\n

S’mund te kesh dashni per qiellin
\nnese nuk i hap dritaret e “vogla” (syte)<\/p>\n

S’mund te kesh dashni per shiun
\nnese u trembesh bubullimave.<\/p>\n

S’mund te behesh kurre njeri i madh
\nnese harron se sa i vogel asht njeriu!
\n…<\/p>\n

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At’Here, At’Je, At’Dhe<\/strong><\/p>\n

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At’here, At’je, At’dheu-euuu<\/p>\n

ish’te Ulza buze udhes<\/p>\n

udha buze lumit.<\/p>\n

At’here, At’je, At’dheu-euuu<\/p>\n

ish’te oborri qe duhej<\/p>\n

fshi stinesh,<\/p>\n

ish’te dera qe duhej<\/p>\n

me u mbajt hapun,<\/p>\n

ish’te votra qe duhej<\/p>\n

me u mbajt nxehte ,<\/p>\n

ish’te shtrati ku duhej<\/p>\n

shtri’hej andrra e lodhun,<\/p>\n

ish’te shtepia qe duhej<\/p>\n

mbush plot nesh-!<\/p>\n

Ish’te Vorri te cilit i duhej<\/p>\n

Vu\u00a0 guri te kryet…. !<\/p>\n

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Nuk m\u2019u duk vetja boll’<\/p>\n

u shnderrova ne peshk<\/p>\n

me hengren!<\/p>\n

U shnderrova ne peme<\/p>\n

me prene!<\/p>\n

U shnderrova ne shtepi<\/p>\n

me shemben!<\/p>\n

U shnderrova ne oborr<\/p>\n

me rrethuan!!!<\/p>\n

U shnderrova ne vorr<\/p>\n

me gurin e krye’vorrit tim<\/p>\n

m’gjujten….!<\/p>\n

U shnderrova ne mjegull<\/p>\n

me piu ikja neper qiell, gjalle!<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

Ketu, keshtu, kurtash<\/p>\n

jam dega e Ulzes buze udhes<\/p>\n

jam udhe buze zallit te lumit<\/p>\n

jam oborr , dere, voter, shtrat, shtepi<\/p>\n

jam vorr e gur i bame nji.<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

As qe e di \u00e7’ka asht At’dheu.<\/p>\n

Di qe jam krejt At’dheu qe lashe<\/p>\n

qe e lashe, e u bana Ai!<\/p>\n

Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiij.<\/p>\n

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(shen: ish’te =ishte tek)<\/p>\n

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Ngjashmeri<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I ngjaj krejt Nanes time
\npo kaq i ngjaj edhe s’ime bije.
\nI ngjaj shume dites me diell
\nma shume i ngjaj asaj me shi.
\nDhimbe e dashni ngjahem
\nne gjithe kete ngjashmeri.
\n…
\nKadale e ngapak kam fillu
\nte te ngjaj edhe Ty!<\/p>\n

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Partite<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Tri parti per njeri.
\nMa shume parti se votues.
\nNuk ka ma popull,
\npopullin e hengren partite,
\nte cilat do te votojne vetvetet,
\nhane vetvetet si\u00e7 hengren popullin.
\nMandej do do te kemi kutia votimesh
\nne vend te arkivoleve.
\nKe te varrosin?
\nKush t\u2019i varrose ke’het.
\n….
\nDreqi i kuq i mbars keto parti
\nqe pjellin nga tre parti trinjake ne dite?!<\/p>\n

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Ndryshimi<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ndodh mengjes ne mesnate.
\nMengjesi ne At’dhe, nate ne mergim.
\nCelin lulelulet ne Prill
\nPrill n’At’dhe, bore ne mergim.
\n…
\nNe mos me ka dergu At’dheu
\nme porosi me shpernda drite
\ne dashni deri ne mergim
\nu kthefsha ma mire!<\/p>\n

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Arrati nuk don me thane<\/p>\n

sall se iken prej vendit tand<\/p>\n

per ne vend\u00a0 te huaj.<\/p>\n

(thashe kur ika ).<\/p>\n

Arrati nuk don me thane<\/p>\n

sall se iken prej vendit te huaj<\/p>\n

per ne vendin tand.<\/p>\n

(thashe kur u ktheva).<\/p>\n

Arrati nuk don me thane<\/p>\n

sall\u00a0\u00a0se vishesh e mbathesh e vdes e shkon.<\/p>\n

(thashe kur percolla ato,<\/p>\n

qe u ndan\u00a0\u00a0prej meje\u00a0\u00a0heren e fundit).<\/p>\n

Arrati nuk don\u00a0\u00a0me thane ,<\/p>\n

dalje prej barkut e shpirtit te nanes<\/p>\n

(do te kem thane kur linda,<\/p>\n

do\u00a0t’a\u00a0 kam thane ne gjuhen qe nuk e kujtonin ma<\/p>\n

deshmitaret e lindjes time).<\/p>\n

….<\/p>\n

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Me\u00a0 gjase \u00a0 e\u00a0 gjeta \u00e7ka don me thane arrati!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Arrati don me thane ikje per ne vetvete,<\/p>\n

thelle, shume thelle ne vetvete.<\/p>\n

Aty ku ke e gjen gjithe \u00e7’ke.<\/p>\n

Aty ku ke e gjen gjithe \u00e7’te mori humbja.<\/p>\n

Aty ku ke e gjen gjithe \u00e7’mund te te sjelle e ardhmija.<\/p>\n

E bash aty fshihet e fle zgjuar poezia<\/p>\n

Qe, edhe nese nuk e thua kurre,<\/p>\n

edhe nese nuk gjindet asnjehere poezia me fjalen.<\/p>\n

Poezia asht njesoj aty…<\/p>\n

fshehun, fjetun, zgjuet, tuj t’prit t’arratisesh!!!!<\/p>\n

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Diku\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne njanen ane te udhes
\nnje llampe e fikun
\ne djegun ndoshta.
\nNe anen tjeter te udhes
\nnje peme e lene gjethesh
\nedhe zogjsh ndoshta.
\nPermidis tyre udha
\ntuj me perciell mua
\nper tek ti
\nndoshta prej teje!!
\n…
\ndiku lart ne qiell
\nnje diell i voket
\nma ban me dore!<\/p>\n

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Njesoj\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Rruga shkon perdite ne shpine time pa mua.<\/p>\n

Pema ne oborr duron vjeshte e dimer,<\/p>\n

pa dasht\u00a0 t’ia dije\u00a0 se une e pres pranveren<\/p>\n

bash per sythet e saj…!<\/p>\n

Rrumbullaket Toke e\u00a0 Qiell….<\/p>\n

njani i bien rrotull tjetrit<\/p>\n

te bahet mengjes e t’i hap syte<\/p>\n

une e verberta.<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

Eci jo\u00a0 se kam\u00a0\u00a0 me mberrit dikund<\/p>\n

po se du me provu kualitetin e kepuceve<\/p>\n

qe tallen me hapin tim!<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

Ne shtepine time une e macia e dime<\/p>\n

e ndjejme, e durojme dhe e hame eren e peshkut!<\/p>\n

Peshkun vete e mban uji per vete\u2026<\/p>\n

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Ikje\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Une i fal te gjithe ata qe ikin prej meje.
\nMadje do ti doja fort
\nsikur te mos ktheheshin prap
\nKush kthen, kthen me nje ikje te re
\nfshehur ne xhepin e vjeter
\nte kthimeve!<\/p>\n

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Shenim:<\/strong><\/p>\n

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te gjithe poetet shqiptare ne amerike
\nlajne ene me pagese
\nper te botuar librin e tyre te rrenave
\nse punojne akademike.<\/p>\n

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