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<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\nPo du me t\u2019rrejt\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A ban me te rrejt i fije sonte?<\/p>\n Po du me t’rrejt e me t’thane<\/p>\n se shume po menoj e malli m’ka kput per ty,<\/p>\n njashtu si ti me rren mu,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ate tjetren, e ate tjetren…e tjetren.<\/p>\n Du me t’rrejt e me t’than<\/p>\n se vec ti munesh me m’fal buzeqeshjen,<\/p>\n vec ti munesh me ma piku e tha lotin,<\/p>\n vec ti munesh me ma nez menjen e me ma fik shpirtin,<\/p>\n me ma flakeru epshin e me ma shujt etjen me rrjedhje ekstazie,<\/p>\n se vec ti me ban me enderru e pa ty ne te,<\/p>\n endrra s’eshte enderr….<\/p>\n bash fiks si ti m’rren mu, ate tjetren, e tjetren…<\/p>\n po ah medet sikur t’mujsha me t’rrejt edhe kur t’them<\/p>\n “Kthema zemren qe ma morre!<\/p>\n Ani pse keshtjelles ku zemra bujt,<\/p>\n si ka ngel kurgja vec korniza e portes,<\/p>\n ajo prape rri aty mes rrenojave te mbreterimit qe s’lulezoi kurre”<\/p>\n ….po s’munesh me rrejt me te verteten,<\/p>\n e kur se thu e bertet dot per te,<\/p>\n duron dhimbjen qe heshtja e saj shkakton<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Me\u2026..<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Me mbeshtill ne naten dritazbehese<\/p>\n ndricuar nga shkendija pasionesh<\/p>\n ler heshtjen te kuvendoj me ofshamat tona.<\/p>\n Me mbeshtill.<\/p>\n Me mberthe mes duarsh gishterinj e floke gjarperuar<\/p>\n ler ajrin te vishet me avujt tane.<\/p>\n Me mberthe.<\/p>\n Me pershko neper gjithe qenien time jashte e brenda.<\/p>\n Mos ndalo! Kercejme me yjet e henen.<\/p>\n Me pershko.<\/p>\n Me prit ne mbarim endrrash grimce drite<\/p>\n shpirti im encacak lamtumire te te thote.<\/p>\n Me prit.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ti legjende dashurie<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Yjet mban ne syte e tu.<\/p>\n Diellin ne buzeqeshjen tende<\/p>\n Qiellin shpirti jote mbeshtjell<\/p>\n e boten duart e tua perkundin.<\/p>\n Ti qe detin e mbledh ne lotin tend<\/p>\n e gjerdan malesh rreth qafes jane sakrificat e tua<\/p>\n Ti legjende dashurie ben cdo gje<\/p>\n te duket kaq e vogel perpara teje.<\/p>\n Ti, e madherishmja nene.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I won\u2019t stop smiling so you can see my pain.<\/p>\n I won\u2019t stop singing so you can hear my cry<\/p>\n I won\u2019t stop dancing so u can see<\/p>\n what shoes did to my feet I won\u2019t stop fighting<\/p>\n so u can see my wounds<\/p>\n I won\u2019t stop holding hope in my hands<\/p>\n so u can see my darkness between them<\/p>\n I won\u2019t give up on my heart so u can see<\/p>\n the knives in it I sure won\u2019t stop living<\/p>\n and love so u can accept my suffering<\/p>\n After all dear \u201cyou\u201d the happiness is my freedom<\/p>\n ticket from pain prison my love<\/p>\n for life is my knowledge of pain.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Qe te jesh si une\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ti vishesh me rroba te shtrenjta<\/p>\n e mburresh qe per to nuk ke shpenzuar asnje cent.<\/p>\n Lekura e zbuluar te shkelqen nga vajrat ekzotik.<\/p>\n Une sajohem me stil e lekuren e kam pis<\/p>\n me shenja buzesh qe thone emrin tim.<\/p>\n Ti ecen me koken lart mbas qafe<\/p>\n ke varur si kundrapeshe genjeshtrat e moralit<\/p>\n me sy kerkon vemendjen te shohesh<\/p>\n ku burgosjen ta sheseh si te verteten fisnike<\/p>\n Une fluturoj e poshte veshtroj<\/p>\n te gjej shtegtimin e rradhes<\/p>\n ku te ndaloj<\/p>\n ti e shijon jeten permes sekretesh te pathena,<\/p>\n jo te paditura<\/p>\n une e shijoj perms njohjes se vertetes,<\/p>\n se bukures, vetes qe nuk kam frike<\/p>\n e as kopraci ti them.<\/p>\n Ti qe nga frika se mos deshirat te degjohen<\/p>\n flet e cirresh me nje qetesi cinike<\/p>\n e servir pasi i ke vene per 30 sec ne mikrovale<\/p>\n mendimet qe nga hundet ti futen qe ne djep.<\/p>\n E kur perden mbyll<\/p>\n e sigurohesh qe vetem nata te degjon<\/p>\n Mallkon veten qe ke frike te jesh si une!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n E shtrenjta ime<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kudo shkoj ti je me mua.<\/p>\n Fotografia jote eshte e vjeter.<\/p>\n E nje kohe te larget<\/p>\n Ti je aty me rrobat<\/p>\n qe dikur shtatin tend plot hire<\/p>\n aq bukur mbeshtillnin.<\/p>\n Qendisur me male kryelarte<\/p>\n detra e brigje zemergjere<\/p>\n lumenj shpirtra rrembyes<\/p>\n liqene ku endrat thurren.<\/p>\n Floket e tua plot shkelqim e dredha<\/p>\n mbulojne supet e tua te bardha.<\/p>\n Nder supet e tua<\/p>\n qe pesha e kohes se pabese nuk arriti ti krrus<\/p>\n zgjaten krahet qe breza te tere perkunden.<\/p>\n Mberthyer rreth gjirit tend<\/p>\n per tu mekuar me dashuri per jeten.<\/p>\n Per ty.<\/p>\n Per njeri tjetrin.<\/p>\n E shtrenjta ime, nena ime Shqiperi<\/p>\n u rritem me rrahjet e zemres tende,<\/p>\n qe u ben ritem te kengeve qe per tu thurem.<\/p>\n Mesuam te ecim ne gjurmet e tua<\/p>\n ne rruge te pagezuara me emrin trimeri.<\/p>\n Mesuam te flasim me gjuhen e shpirtit tend<\/p>\n ku alfabeti fillonte me germat B.E.S.\u00cb.<\/p>\n I varem deshirat ne krahe shqiponje<\/p>\n si per te pare pafundesine tende<\/p>\n pasurine tone, e mesuam ta ndajme<\/p>\n e shijojme ate dhe me te tjere,<\/p>\n mikpritjen si medalje veten te zbukuronim.<\/p>\n Por dhe sa kohe me duhet te genjehem<\/p>\n me foton tende te vjeter?<\/p>\n Kam mall per ty.<\/p>\n Kam mall per bijte e tu.<\/p>\n Vellezerit e motrat e mi.<\/p>\n Portreti jone familjar te vret syte<\/p>\n me dashuri te shtirur e buzqeshje histerike.<\/p>\n Krenari pompoze e trimeri telenovelash.<\/p>\n Jemi te veshur keq ose aspak.<\/p>\n Kemi filluar mos ta kendojme<\/p>\n po brockulllisim shqipen.<\/p>\n Hapi jone s\u2019ka me peshe<\/p>\n e rruget ku dikur ecnim shkurret i kane zene.<\/p>\n Sot ndryshe rrugetojme e te fluturojme<\/p>\n me s\u2019kemi nevoje.<\/p>\n Kemi mesuar te zvarritemi<\/p>\n si gjarperinjte qe vete i lame<\/p>\n rrugen tone te na udhezonin.<\/p>\n Askush s\u2019ka me nevoje per mikpritjen tone,<\/p>\n vetem ne presim lemoshe<\/p>\n prej atyre qe harten tone<\/p>\n si pasqyre te thyer katandisen.<\/p>\n Ah Shqiperi.<\/p>\n Dua te te shoh e prek<\/p>\n ashtu si vec neper foto<\/p>\n te kam pare.<\/p>\n Kam mall per ty.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" ALBA XIFAJ \u00a0 Po du me t\u2019rrejt\u2026 A ban me te rrejt i fije sonte? 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