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S\u2019di t\u2019i jap nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb njeriut<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kurr\u00eb s\u2019dita t\u2019i jap nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb njeriut,<\/p>\n S\u2019di t\u00eb lexoj n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb rrudhat<\/p>\n Apo t\u00eb num\u00ebroj flok\u00ebt e bardh\u00eb.<\/p>\n S\u2019di t\u2019i v\u00ebzhgoj me v\u00ebmendje<\/p>\n damar\u00ebt n\u00eb duar,<\/p>\n Hapat q\u00eb hedhin n\u00eb trotuare<\/p>\n Apo sa buz\u00ebkuq dhe krem-pud\u00ebr<\/p>\n kan\u00eb femrat mbi fytyr\u00eb a buz\u00eb.<\/p>\n S\u2019di t\u2019i jap nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb njeriut,<\/p>\n S\u2019di t\u2019i them \u201ci vjet\u00ebr\u201d apo \u201ci ri\u201d,<\/p>\n S\u2019di t\u2019i b\u00ebj komplimente dikujt p\u00ebr mosh\u00ebn,<\/p>\n Por di ta quaj dhe ta dua njeriun si njeri…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ik\u00ebn apo vjen?<\/strong><\/p>\n Nuk e di n\u00ebse ik\u00ebn apo vjen<\/p>\n K\u00ebtij qiellit tim plot re, t\u00eb vrar\u00eb,<\/p>\n Kur pikon puthja n\u00ebn nj\u00eb streh\u00eb,<\/p>\n Loti-shi vjeshte q\u00eb ende s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb thar\u00eb.<\/p>\n Nuk e di n\u00ebse ik\u00ebn apo vjen<\/p>\n K\u00ebtyre brigjeve t\u00eb huaja ku fryn er\u00eb,<\/p>\n Ku malli th\u00ebrrmohet skutave t\u00eb shpirtit,<\/p>\n Ku zjarri pret t\u00eb ndizet edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb.<\/p>\n Nuk e di n\u00ebse ik\u00ebn apo vjen,<\/p>\n Se dhe lot\u00ebt er\u00ebs tani i jan\u00eb thar\u00eb,<\/p>\n Kur ajo k\u00ebndonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb nat\u00eb dimri<\/p>\n Me iso f\u00ebrsh\u00ebllimash e pa fjal\u00eb.<\/p>\n Nuk e di n\u00ebse ik\u00ebn apo vjen…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rebelim<\/strong><\/p>\n Do t\u00eb doja ta rebeloja fjal\u00ebn,<\/p>\n Trupit t\u00eb saj t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, t\u00eb nxeht\u00eb, t\u00eb rrumbullak\u00ebt<\/p>\n T\u2019i jepja form\u00ebn e velave t\u00eb nj\u00eb barke n\u00eb det t\u00eb tallazt\u00eb.<\/p>\n Ta b\u00ebja fjal\u00ebn rebele, t\u2019ia ngjizja thirrjen e shpirtit<\/p>\n Para paradokseve t\u00eb sh\u00ebmtuara<\/p>\n t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj kohe t\u00eb shtypur,<\/p>\n Para gjakut q\u00eb avullon n\u00eb qiej t\u00eb nxeht\u00eb.<\/p>\n Ta rebeloja fjal\u00ebn…<\/p>\n E djegur fjala ime nga llavat e koh\u00ebs s\u00eb ftoht\u00eb,<\/p>\n E trazuar nga instinktet dhe halucinacionet<\/p>\n e shfrenuara.<\/p>\n T\u00eb presim s\u00eb bashku stuhit\u00eb e turbullta dhe t\u00eb dim\u00ebrta<\/p>\n T\u00eb atyre q\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb pretenduan se t\u00eb kuptuan.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Balad\u00eb e trishtuar<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n H\u00ebn\u00ebs prap\u00eb i fola p\u00ebr ne,<\/p>\n Ashtu, me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt, pak e ndrojtur.<\/p>\n Ftoht\u00ebsia e saj u f\u00ebrkua qiejve,<\/p>\n Qet\u00ebsia iu prish dhe dhimbjen e ndjeu si un\u00eb,<\/p>\n Detit i dha nj\u00eb ngjyr\u00eb t\u00eb zbeht\u00eb xhelozie,<\/p>\n Qiejt u zhvesh\u00ebn lakuriq nga habia,<\/p>\n Syt\u00eb tan\u00eb u p\u00ebrplas\u00ebn dhe shkrep\u00ebn vet\u00ebtima,<\/p>\n Me duart e mia t\u00eb k\u00ebrkova n\u00eb dete e qiej<\/p>\n n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb, kur ti ikje dhe kok\u00ebn s\u2019e ktheve m\u00eb pas.<\/p>\n Toka me p\u00ebrbuzje e ndoqi k\u00ebt\u00eb balad\u00eb t\u00eb trishtuar,<\/p>\n Se ikjet jan\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb dhimbshme\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Erdhe<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n At\u00ebher\u00eb kur gjith\u00e7ka brenda meje<\/p>\n zbehej si gjethe vjeshte,<\/p>\n Erdhe ti, i ndrojtur trokite<\/p>\n n\u00eb portat e tempullit tim t\u00eb heshtur.<\/p>\n Erdhe dhe zgjove nga gjumi<\/p>\n jet\u00ebn q\u00eb digjej syve t\u00eb mi t\u00eb etur,<\/p>\n Erdhe dhe me nj\u00eb puthje zgjove<\/p>\n ndjenj\u00ebn strukur dritaresh dhjetori,<\/p>\n Mbuluar nga nj\u00eb sipar i hijsh\u00ebm yjesh q\u00eb ndri\u00e7onte<\/p>\n hijen e zem\u00ebrat\u00ebs sime,<\/p>\n At\u00ebher\u00eb kur n\u00eb qiellin tim shkrepnin vet\u00ebtima,<\/p>\n Binte vet\u00ebm shi fjal\u00ebsh t\u00eb path\u00ebna\u2026<\/p>\n Erdhe ti dhe mes stuhish lundrove<\/p>\n brenda detit t\u00eb shpirtit tim,<\/p>\n Aty ku dashuria p\u00ebrp\u00eblitej mes dallg\u00ebsh,<\/p>\n kredhur n\u00eb banj\u00eb gjaku,<\/p>\n Ku as drita e diellit nuk dep\u00ebrtonte,<\/p>\n kish frik\u00eb se e p\u00ebrzieja…<\/p>\n Erdhe ti n\u00eb britm\u00ebn e ver\u00ebs sime t\u00eb trishtuar<\/p>\n Dhe un\u00eb u zgjova n\u00eb duart e tua, n\u00eb shtrat lulesh,<\/p>\n Dhe njoha arom\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs<\/p>\n N\u00eb rrjedh\u00ebn e zemr\u00ebs t\u00ebnde t\u00eb kulluar…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ali Podrimjes<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n P\u00ebr nj\u00eb grusht uj\u00eb i etur,<\/p>\n P\u00ebr pak paqe, shpirti munguar.<\/p>\n Kok\u00ebn e mb\u00ebshtete n\u00eb tok\u00ebn e drit\u00ebs,<\/p>\n Me nj\u00eb buqet\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl nd\u00ebr duar.<\/p>\n Poet, tani s\u2019ndihem m\u00eb vet\u00ebm,<\/p>\n Se k\u00ebtu af\u00ebr, pran\u00eb meje,<\/p>\n Shpirti yt k\u00ebndon ende k\u00ebng\u00eb,<\/p>\n Nga Lod\u00e8ve ia d\u00ebgjoj oshtim\u00ebn.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Poetit<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sot fola me nj\u00eb poet…<\/p>\n Dhembte shpirti i tij i mbyllur.<\/p>\n Brengat, t\u00eb ngrira si eshtra t\u00eb pakrisura nga koha,<\/p>\n Ishin ngurt\u00ebsuar n\u00eb heshtje aq shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n N\u00eb zemr\u00ebn e tij vitet ishin kthyer n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb<\/p>\n T\u00eb hidhur, t\u00eb pam\u00ebshirshme.<\/p>\n Un\u00eb e ndjeva poetin<\/p>\n Dhe lotin e pim\u00eb t\u00eb dy n\u00eb nj\u00eb got\u00eb t\u00eb zbrazur<\/p>\n Dhe pastaj psher\u00ebtim\u00ebn ua derdha vargjeve,<\/p>\n Heshtjen e p\u00ebrtyp\u00ebm me kraharor\u00ebt zhveshur.<\/p>\n Sot fola me nj\u00eb poet…<\/p>\n Ai derdhi lot n\u00eb heshtje<\/p>\n Dhe e kuptova se poet\u00ebt s\u2019jan\u00eb kurr\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sot<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sot m\u2019u duk<\/p>\n se sip\u00ebr reve bota shfaqej e vog\u00ebl, uniforme,<\/p>\n Mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb me tisin e ylbert\u00eb t\u00eb dit\u00ebve t\u00eb mia,<\/p>\n Q\u00eb presin vjesht\u00ebn hapnazike.<\/p>\n M\u2019u duk sikur nj\u00eb fije shprese, jete<\/p>\n Midis reales m\u2019u p\u00ebrhumb kalt\u00ebrsive t\u00eb pafundme.<\/p>\n M\u2019u duk sikur malli s\u2019kish koh\u00eb, kufifi j,<\/p>\n U tret aty diku, i trazuar n\u00eb qenien time.<\/p>\n M\u2019u duk sikur pak, shum\u00eb pak jetova<\/p>\n Dhe sa shum\u00eb humba.<\/p>\n M\u2019u duk se t\u00eb humba kur mbete pas meje<\/p>\n Dhe un\u00eb e vetme vazhdoj k\u00ebt\u00eb fluturim t\u00eb \u00e7mendur,<\/p>\n Q\u00eb njeh vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb destinacion: kthimin e p\u00ebrkohsh\u00ebm<\/p>\n Drejt teje, p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi, Atdheu im!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pa pranver\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n N\u00eb nj\u00eb qiell t\u00eb qet\u00eb pa re,<\/p>\n Me esenc\u00eb fem\u00ebrore parfumuar,<\/p>\n K\u00ebrkoj folen\u00eb e humbur p\u00ebr pak koh\u00eb,<\/p>\n Do pres pranver\u00ebn e vonuar.<\/p>\n Dit\u00ebt e para t\u00eb majit do t\u2019i pres,<\/p>\n Do t\u2019i ngjitem edhe koh\u00ebs nd\u00ebr kujtime,<\/p>\n Me shikimin larg do ndjek fluturimin<\/p>\n E zogjve t\u00eb hutuar,<\/p>\n Q\u00eb m\u00eb duken si flet\u00eb t\u00eb bardha<\/p>\n T\u00eb pashkruara.<\/p>\n Kam mall…<\/p>\n Un\u00eb e humba folen\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb ver\u00eb,<\/p>\n Un\u00eb, zogu i brisht\u00eb pa krah\u00eb<\/p>\n E pa pranver\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Poezite u moren nga libri \u201cHESHTJE E KTHJELL\u00cbT\u201d S\u2019di t\u2019i jap nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb njeriut Kurr\u00eb s\u2019dita t\u2019i jap nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb njeriut, S\u2019di t\u00eb lexoj n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb rrudhat Apo t\u00eb num\u00ebroj flok\u00ebt e bardh\u00eb. 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