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\"adili-xhemile\"<\/a>Poezi nga Xhemile Adili<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ker\u00e7ov\u00eb, Maqedoni<\/strong><\/p>\n

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ZJARRI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

P\u00ebrse vjen nata n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet, pa mua, p\u00ebrse?
\nP\u00ebrse vjen m\u00ebngjesi n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet, p\u00ebrse pa mua?
\nLarg nj\u00eb buzagazi mashtrimi, pa mure, pa barikada.
\nPo, megjithat\u00eb, un\u00eb k\u00ebtu ende jetoj, ngrys vitet k\u00ebtu,
\nShikimi i luleve, rrug\u00ebve di\u00e7ka m\u00eb thot\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb,
\nQaj e puth imazhin t\u00ebnd nga larg, si e si t\u00eb prehem
\nN\u00eb p\u00ebrqafimin t\u00ebnd, si m\u2019u thinj t\u00ebr\u00eb kjo dhembje!
\nShikoj n\u00eb pik\u00ebn pa fund atje, qenien time v\u00ebrej,
\nPo! N\u00eb pik\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb larg\u00ebt n\u00eb planet, ja si jetoj!
\nP\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb n\u00eb vendlindje dua ekzistenc\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr,
\nTjet\u00ebr diell, tjet\u00ebr h\u00ebn\u00eb, tjet\u00ebr nat\u00eb\u2026 dit\u00eb t\u00eb bekuar,
\nRrug\u00ebt e t\u00ebra i dua gjith\u00eb zjarr shtruar.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb bukura t\u00eb gjitha kudo e kurdo jan\u00eb,
\nVet\u00ebm t\u00eb qe si bar fushe nj\u00eb do\u00e7k\u00eb liri,
\nEdhe p\u00ebr mua, si p\u00ebr ata, q\u00eb udh\u00ebtojn\u00eb, puthin,
\nShkruajn\u00eb, pikturojn\u00eb, kultivojn\u00eb lulen, miklojn\u00eb.
\nNga e bardha n\u00eb t\u00eb blert\u00eb, t\u00eb gjitha i dua – ja pse.
\nNga e kuqja n\u00eb t\u00eb kalt\u00ebr, t\u00eb t\u00ebra jan\u00eb p\u00ebr mua.
\nT\u00eb gjitha ngjyrat m\u00eb thon\u00eb syt\u00eb q\u00eb ti ke,
\nEja, aftin e t\u00ebt buz\u00ebqeshjeje t\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7ik me duar!
\nTrokita ngado portash t\u00eb er\u00ebs, dua ve\u00e7 t\u00ebt dhembje,
\nT\u2019i l\u00ebm\u00eb n\u00eb brigjet tjera t\u00eb koh\u00ebs, plag\u00ebt e gjakosura dua,
\nLulishte rrezesh mbir\u00eb e shtuar sa buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb bot\u00ebs!
\nMe k\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb zbathura t\u00eb shkel lumin n\u00eb flak\u00eb dua!<\/p>\n

Ngado ik, ngado kthej, ngado qesh, ngado qaj,
\nGjakosem \u00e7ik m\u00eb \u00e7ik e net\u00ebt t\u2019i shkul, kudo jam.
\nPlag\u00ebt e mia gul\u00e7 n\u00eb fyt, si s\u2019i p\u00ebrpij dot akoma!
\nGjith\u00eb qenia, si fush\u00eb betejash, oh sa r\u00ebnd\u00eb, aman!
\nFlak\u00eb, koka ime. Flak\u00eb,- zemra\u2026 koh\u00ebn s\u2019e g\u00eblltit.
\nE sa shum\u00eb avion\u00eb ngado, barka, trena, vetura,
\nN\u00eb shpirtin tim \u00ebsht\u00eb kasollja ime bote n\u00eb skaj
\nDhe aty n\u00eb verand\u00eb prek syt\u00eb q\u00eb dua fort, o shpirt!
\nZjarr lemeri kap\u00ebrdij \u00e7do \u00e7ast, po si t\u00eb t\u00eb shoh ty?
\nKur luksi, zhurma, secili fishekzjarr feste, fanfarat,
\nVe\u00e7 fasada e t\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb t\u00eb mjere, si mbyten n\u00eb \u00e7irrma!
\nDamka, jo himne. Leqe, jo flamuj. Koh\u00eb e qullur e huaj.
\nGjith\u00e7ka e per\u00ebnduar, q\u00eb pa nisur. Harruan fare njeriun!
\nNj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebs do bien ato. Vajtimet e munguara q\u00eb shkilen,
\nI varrosin me t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb. N\u00eb shuplak\u00eb agun po zbres.
\nDritaren mbylla me k\u00ebmish\u00ebn time t\u00eb nat\u00ebs,
\nPerdet hoqa, h\u00ebna m\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel, horizontet puq qart\u00eb
\nMe buz\u00ebt e mia dhe pres: ku je? Pres, nga po vjen!<\/p>\n

Rrug\u00ebt e t\u00ebra i dua gjith\u00eb zjarr shtruar,
\nMe k\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb zbathura t\u00eb shkel lumin n\u00eb flak\u00eb dua!
\nE \u00e7do shk\u00ebmbim puthjesh do t\u00eb na zbresi vitet,
\nHov e ngarend, askund nj\u00eb moment pa ndaluar,
\nSi mbi kal\u00eb, gacave shpejt, duart mbi jela t\u00eb bardha
\nDhe jipen rrug\u00ebve kaluar.<\/p>\n

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VRERI I LUMENJVE L\u00cbSHOHET TAT\u00cbPJET\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Kush nuk thot\u00eb, zogj\u00ebt do m\u00eb tregojn\u00eb ku je
\ndhe nuk do e kem v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb gjej k\u00ebta sy
\nq\u00eb m\u00eb shohin me kaq mall,
\nsa k\u00ebshtu, gjer m\u00eb sot, njeri nuk m\u00eb pa?
\nKush nuk thot\u00eb, patjet\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb gjej,
\ndo m\u00eb ndihmojn\u00eb fijet e barit t\u00eb thar\u00eb?<\/p>\n

Po pse rriten fijet e blerta n\u00eb k\u00ebneta,
\nshavari n\u00eb lluc\u00ebn me uj\u00eb,
\nmendjet e fshehta me litarin e tjetrit n\u00eb duar?<\/p>\n

Pse rritet kallami me trup t\u00eb b\u00ebsh\u00ebm, shumohet
\nedhe t\u00ebrbohet lumi, dallg\u00ebt b\u00ebjn\u00eb tmerr?
\nDhe dimri m\u00eb i lig\u00eb atyre ju b\u00ebhet ver\u00eb,
\npor, kurr\u00eb pranver\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt ne?<\/p>\n

Pse lindin gjuetar\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u00eb vrar\u00eb
\ndhe zagar\u00ebt e gjarp\u00ebrinjt\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb nuhatur?
\nPse lindin zo\u00e7kat, trumcak\u00ebt, p\u00ebllumbat, bilbil\u00ebt
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb t\u00eb shtypur leht\u00eb?<\/p>\n

Per\u00ebndi, pse b\u00ebre engj\u00ebllin kaq t\u00eb zi
\ne djallit \u00e7\u2019i lejove hap\u00ebsir\u00eb pa fund gjithnj\u00eb?
\nDita, kaq e zez\u00eb e dielli vet\u00ebm dikund tjet\u00ebr nxen\u00eb,
\nkoc\u00ebt e \u00ebndrrave t\u00eb mia dergjen p\u00ebr nj\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019vjen,
\np\u00ebr nj\u00eb pik\u00eb uj\u00eb jete q\u00eb s\u2019e pata
\nnd\u00ebr uj\u00ebrat e t\u00ebrbuar, nd\u00ebr k\u00ebta lumenj.<\/p>\n

Vreri i lumenjve prore do l\u00ebshohet tat\u00ebpjet\u00eb
\ne gur\u00ebt do ngrihen nga toka e nuk do rrin\u00eb m\u00eb atje
\ndhe drur\u00ebt do shkulen nga dheu
\ne do nisen, ngado ku un\u00eb do vete.
\nMallkim q\u00eb ose do rr\u00ebnoj kodra, male e qytete,
\nose do zgjasin duart zogjt\u00eb, bari, uj\u00ebt dhe zjarret
\ndhe do k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb koh\u00ebn k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb:
\nDashuri, si kund\u00ebrmim lulem\u00ebngjesi p\u00ebr zemrat flak\u00eb,
\nashtu si nuk hekuroset dot ndryshku
\ne t\u00eb q\u00ebndiset mashtrimi mbi kurriz fatesh t\u00eb shtypur
\ngjat\u00eb, kaq gjat\u00eb!<\/p>\n

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MERR K\u00cbT\u00cb BUQET\u00cb<\/strong>!<\/p>\n

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M\u00eb vrave! Gjuetare, me 13 gjokse er\u00ebrash vret, vret,
\nm\u00ebkatin e bot\u00ebs zure me duar e mbi mua b\u00ebn\u00eb sehir,
\nfontan\u00eb vuajtjeje k\u00ebnaq loj\u00eb, cilin se tjetrin m\u00eb mir\u00eb.
\nAs un\u00eb, as ti, s\u2019e dinim, a thua, se qenka kurvic\u00eb hekur
\ndielli i lasht\u00eb? Pjek dash n\u00eb shesh me gj\u00ebm\u00ebn time lar\u00eb
\ne tr\u00ebndafilat pluhur shtrohen antivdekjes time varg.
\nS\u2019u dua, gjarp\u00ebrinj avazi; pulov\u00ebr e shall ujku i zi,
\nposht\u00eb r\u00ebnkimeve vetura luksi, zbrisni, muza tmerri!
\nH\u00ebn\u00eb, b\u00ebhu balt\u00eb! Ciatje muresh, t\u00eb ngopur q\u00eb s\u2019dini,
\nshkret dielli, shkret dita, shkret \u00e7do lumturi.
\nHemoglobin\u00eb antipaqjeje t\u00eb pik\u00ebllur
\nt\u00eb t\u00eb ndritshmes s\u00eb nat\u00ebs
\ne r\u00ebnd\u00eb do jet\u00eb akuz\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Marrim me vete humbjet e \u00e7muara t\u00eb huaja.
\ndashuri e sedef, skofi e s\u00ebmbim, zi, oh, sa zi!
\nSe kur u krijua dashuria, bota n\u00ebntoke p\u00ebr mua qe,
\nnuk e njoha, derdha gjakun e t\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb jete rrug\u00ebve,
\nt\u00eb kishe mbi \u00e7ka t\u00eb ecje. Zorr\u00eb, m\u00ebl\u00e7i i b\u00ebra suva.
\n12 her\u00eb nate ngrihem, gjethi i vet\u00ebm t\u2019mos k\u00ebputet,
\nse kur u krijua pranver\u00eb e bujshme e ferrit heret,
\nvjesht\u00eb m\u00eb e begat\u00eb e ferrit t\u00eb madh kur u krijua,
\nkur u krijua mbret\u00ebri krimbash lirie t\u00eb huaj,
\nmishin e tim trup, palc\u00eb e gjak pat\u00ebn model,
\nsepse qielli i hirt\u00eb t\u2019mos ket\u00eb fund n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vend,
\nndez shkreps\u00ebn, vajz\u00eb, muz\u00eb e vetur\u00eb fluturojn\u00eb mbi re.
\nHemoglobin\u00eb antipaqjeje t\u00eb pik\u00ebllur
\nt\u00eb t\u00eb ndritshmes s\u00eb nat\u00ebs
\ne r\u00ebnd\u00eb do jet\u00eb akuz\u00eb.<\/p>\n

K\u00ebto shkall\u00eb mbushin jasemin\u00eb zemrat e nxjerra
\nn\u00ebp\u00ebr p\u00ebrvjetor\u00eb tavolinat kateve lart plot mezera,
\npijn\u00eb e s\u2019ngopen fytyrat e statujat e ndryshkura,
\nnj\u00eb mij\u00eb e nj\u00eb flamuj n\u00eb nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje, po u gjet kund.
\nSi m\u00eb njohin k\u00ebto bjeshk\u00eb t\u00eb pashkelura, ky funddet,
\nk\u00ebto duar q\u00eb mbi supe bartin k\u00ebt\u00eb fundjet\u00eb,
\nvandak kafkash poezish, vandak eshtrash t\u00eb mi,
\nt\u00eb t\u00ebra, thurrur buqet\u00eb e time dit\u00eblindje, t\u00eb fal ty.<\/p>\n

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KONSTELACION YJOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Duket sikur zemra, truri
\nI secil\u00ebs rrug\u00eb, i secil\u00ebs lagje
\nMe mua b\u00ebn fjal\u00eb, prore di\u00e7 m\u00eb thot\u00eb,
\nIme heshtje m\u00eb e madhe se aksh zjarr
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb konstelacion i arush\u00ebs s\u00eb madhe.<\/p>\n

Duket sikur asgj\u00eb nuk kap yjet me dor\u00eb,
\nAskush nuk kap deg\u00eb majash mbi plep,
\nAskush nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb per\u00ebndi, profet,
\nQoft\u00eb dhe vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb njeri t\u00eb ik\u00ebn nga jeta,
\nJo nga vdekja natyrale dhe s\u2019ka p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n

Ka dy or\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb pres, sa miz\u00ebri ikin andej-k\u00ebtej!
\nDo t\u00eb pres patjet\u00ebr t\u00eb arrish k\u00ebtu ku p\u00ebr ty po rri,
\nSikur muzgu q\u00eb kalon e dielli lind p\u00ebrs\u00ebri,
\nVet\u00ebtimat rrahin \u00e7aparet, k\u00ebrcasin fanfarat,
\nDo t\u00eb pres, patjet\u00ebr t\u00eb arrish k\u00ebtu ku p\u00ebr ty po rri.<\/p>\n

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N\u00cbN\u00cb TEREZA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Anjez\u00eb Gonxhe Bojaxhiu,
\nmadh\u00ebshti q\u00eb i dhurove tok\u00ebs shqipe,
\nshpirtbardh\u00eb e sakrifikuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb q\u00eb ndjen\u00eb
\nme duar t\u00eb hapura – syrin e diellit e per\u00ebndis\u00eb.
\nBlerim, pa t\u00eb cilin nuk b\u00ebn pranver\u00eb;
\nver\u00eb e ngroht\u00eb shpirti t\u00eb d\u00eblir\u00eb,
\npa t\u00eb cil\u00ebn nj\u00eb dashuri nuk b\u00ebn\u00eb.
\nN\u00ebn\u00eb Terez\u00eb, e shpallur e shenjt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Fytyr\u00eb e qeshur, zem\u00ebr e hapur,
\nvresht besimi, val\u00ebsh sa tallaze!
\nAty ku emri yt gjithmon\u00eb do t\u00eb jet\u00eb,
\ndo jemi ne, e kaluara jon\u00eb, e ardhmja,
\nlira dhe harpa, alti, baritoni, sopranoja\u2026
\ngjith\u00e7ka m\u00eb e bukura, m\u00eb e lehta, m\u00eb e r\u00ebnda.<\/p>\n

Anjez\u00eb Gonxhe Bojaxhiu,
\nti nuk njeh ndryshk zemre, nuk njeh mort.
\nTi nuk njeh kalb\u00ebzim t\u00eb syve,
\nnuk njeh hungurima mendjesh t\u00eb l\u00ebpira.
\nTi nuk njeh lavdi, lumturi, lavdata, tmerre,
\nkur r\u00ebnkon shpirti tep\u00ebr i p\u00ebrvuajtur
\ni nj\u00eb grushti m\u00eb njer\u00ebzor drite,
\nkush e di sa kurora m\u00eb tep\u00ebr
\ndo ishin pak\u2026<\/p>\n

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TERR N\u00cb MUA, TERR RRETH MEJE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nuk m\u00eb ik\u00ebn dot nata pa ty,
\nnuk di ku je, nga ik\u00ebn, nga vjen,
\npres koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dhe shpirti me djeg,
\npres me dit\u00eb, me muaj, me or\u00eb, sa her\u00eb,
\nku je aman ku je ku je?<\/p>\n

Kam kapur fundin e shpirtit me dhemb
\ndhe po shqyej veten nga dhembjet tmerr,
\nkam kapur zjarr e flake me shpirt t\u00eb mjer\u00eb,
\npo mbaroj, po pres, po fluturoj,
\nnuk di ku je, nga ik\u00ebn, nga vjen.<\/p>\n

Ka koh\u00eb q\u00eb mbes k\u00ebshtu pezull n\u00eb jet\u00eb,
\nnuk di stin\u00eb, rrug\u00eb, fusha, male, det!
\nKa ikur g\u00ebzimi, drita e syve. Agu nuk vjen,
\ne gjat\u00eb kjo nat\u00eb, nj\u00eb jet\u00eb e t\u00ebr\u00eb \u2013 terr, terr,
\nnuk di ku je, nga ik\u00ebn, nga vjen.<\/p>\n

Do jepja dhe fijet e fundit t\u00eb flokut
\ndhe brinj\u00ebt dhe duart dhe syt\u00eb,
\ndo jipja gjith\u00e7ka kam e s’kam,
\nvet\u00ebm nj\u00eb her\u00eb me duar t\u00eb t\u00eb prek,
\nnuk di ku je, nga ik\u00ebn , nga vjen.<\/p>\n

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SOT B\u00cbN\u00cb E DIEL\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E urrej dhe e dua, tep\u00ebr-tep\u00ebr!
\nM\u00eb p\u00ebrngjan\u00eb n\u00eb kopsht zoologjik dhe cirk.
\nDel n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, kthen n\u00eb kopsht, hyn n\u00eb sallon
\nFati im i prer\u00eb cirka-cirka, befas, vrik.<\/p>\n

Mbushen rrug\u00ebt, tarracat, tavernat, plazhet,
\nJam dhe un\u00eb nganj\u00ebher\u00eb, por di\u00e7 k\u00ebrkoj prap\u00eb,
\nKu gjendet, a thua, ku gjendet, ku gjendet
\nDrita e diellit q\u00eb n\u00eb fund t\u00eb shpirti m\u2019u d\u00ebrmua?<\/p>\n

Kthej, por nuk rri n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend dot, dal s\u00ebrish.
\nNuk do ngopem kurr\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00eb, pa kaptuar fund bote,
\nPo do arrij patjet\u00ebr n\u00eb fund t\u00eb shpirti tim, lule q\u00eb dua.
\nLulen pres, si zog n\u00eb dritare, mysa-mysa veten i hedh.<\/p>\n

Sot b\u00ebn e diel\u2026
\nDit\u00eb gotash p\u00ebrmbysur,
\nfilxhan\u00ebsh n\u00eb pabot\u00ebsi kthyer,
\nmos qofsha kurr\u00eb njeri, po harrova gj\u00eb!<\/p>\n

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SA GJAK FLET\u00cbSH T\u00cb PASHKRUARA!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Pse g\u00ebrmohesh mbi qenien time,
\ne pabler\u00eb nga askush,- ti mendje e n\u00ebndheshme,
\nsi p\u00ebrgjon \u00e7far\u00ebdo nxjerr un\u00eb n\u00eb shkrime?
\nHistoria qenka tavern\u00eb e polic\u00ebt e ndjenj\u00ebs
\nqenkan Robinson Kruso parqesh komb\u00ebtare
\nt\u00eb p\u00ebr\u00e7arjes. Pse g\u00ebrmoni farat q\u00eb hodha dheut
\nlarg varreve, larg trur\u00ebve, dedhur me hanxhar\u00eb
\nluleve t\u00eb tarracave, pse?
\nApo s\u2019e keni p\u00ebr gj\u00eb jet\u00ebn e nj\u00eb gjedhi, nj\u00eb keci
\ndhe nj\u00eb \u00e7far\u00ebdo luleje q\u00eb u shua?
\nT\u00eb bini, t\u00eb bini, kambana!<\/p>\n

Merrni r\u00ebnkimin plot tmerr t\u00eb barit
\ndhe kocin tim t\u00eb \u00e7do brinje
\ne t\u00eb bini, sa her\u00eb ua them, n\u00eb or\u00ebn tre, kat\u00ebr,
\nthell\u00eb nate, t\u00eb bini, kambana!
\nT\u00eb mbushni bistak\u00eb m\u00ebkatesh ndjekur nga per\u00ebndia,
\nsi duke shqyer tela kampi t\u00eb hirt\u00eb
\ne dashurin\u00eb duke shkulur nga atje,
\nkaq jan\u00eb statujat me koka t\u00eb futura n\u00eb dheun e zi,
\nshkronjat, numrat, q\u00eb thik\u00ebn i vur\u00ebn vetes
\ne n\u00eb tok\u00eb ran\u00eb, po kalben q\u00eb t\u00eb flisni ju,
\nshpirtra euripidik\u00eb,
\npa vonuar sillni Konstantinin e Vog\u00ebl,
\nt\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj pun\u00eb. Pse po vdes p\u00ebrndryshe un\u00eb
\nn\u00ebn streh\u00ebn e ftoht\u00eb t\u00eb shiut t\u00eb madh,
\nsi dy k\u00ebpuc\u00eb, shterur, thar\u00eb, mbetur n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00eb.
\nApo trillojn\u00eb qimiteres s\u00eb shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb polici
\nse fleta e pashkruar nuk qenka uniform\u00eb e nat\u00ebs!
\nLibri i gjakut t\u00eb h\u00ebn\u00ebs, q\u00eb mblodhi miz\u00ebri
\nshkrimtar\u00ebt si m\u2019q\u00eblluan dhe gjakun e plag\u00ebs
\nthithin me biule e marku\u00e7 kritik\u00ebt, ah sa miq t\u00eb mir\u00eb!
\nPor s\u2019ka duar kasapi t\u00eb per\u00ebndis\u00eb q\u00eb mund t\u00eb ndal
\nt\u00eb dashurit e bronzit, t\u00eb pangritur bulevardeve,
\nt\u00eb mos shkojn\u00eb te duar takimesh t\u00eb nj\u00eb vajze,
\nnata, prandaj, e t\u00ebrbuar, hunguron
\ndistriktit t\u00eb disonancave,
\nas ka polici speciale t\u00eb ekstra profitit
\nkuzhinave t\u00eb mortit t\u00eb kombit,
\nas dislokimi n\u00ebn masa t\u00eb rrepta festash
\ni distrofis\u00eb s\u00eb poezive t\u00eb k\u00ebnaq leht\u00eb
\nkaq lirie fener\u00ebt e qeshur q\u00eb po ndizen
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb kaluar nga ferri n\u00eb ferr
\ntrilli i diellit t\u00eb trisht\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Pse, statuj\u00eb e rrem\u00eb, po vjedh blerimin e fushave?
\nPse po mbush edhe barkun e varreve t\u00eb rrem\u00eb?<\/p>\n

Pse, trishtim i vetmis\u00eb me duart plot unaza,
\npo sjell fshehtas, cop\u00eb-cop\u00eb humner\u00ebn e papar\u00eb?
\n\u201cMerreni! – Thua tani.- E vrat\u00eb poetin, e hani tash!
\nIa hani dhe ark\u00ebmortin e ata kat\u00ebr veta
\nq\u00eb do guxojn\u00eb mbi ato kat\u00ebr supe
\nat\u00eb ta bartin!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2026Dhe kur po ktheja nga varri n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri,
\nkishin kaluar tashm\u00eb lumin hijet e bronzta,
\nvet\u00ebm policia e arteve po tokte gotat,
\nvet\u00ebm xhandarm\u00ebria e filozofis\u00eb
\nmezerave po thante pjatat
\ndhe s\u2019dua t\u00eb vdes!…
\nprandaj shtizat e flamujve t\u00eb vras\u00ebsve
\npse m\u00eb ngulni n\u00ebp\u00ebr brinj,
\nsi p\u00eblcet dhe m\u00eb bukur se m\u00eb par\u00eb
\ngjaku i flet\u00ebve t\u00eb pashkruara
\ndhe kurr\u00eb gj\u00ebkundi t\u00eb dal\u00eb damar\u00ebve t\u00eb shqyer
\nm\u00eb shum\u00eb gjak s\u2019kam par\u00eb.<\/p>\n

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K\u00cbTU T\u00cb PRES<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nuk do t\u00eb kaloj\u00eb treni, vapori s\u2019do vjen.
\nNuk do t\u00eb jet\u00eb pranver\u00eb dhe shi s\u2019do ket\u00eb,
\nnuk do jet\u00eb vjesht\u00eb e prap\u00eb lag\u00ebshtia do mungoj,
\nat\u00ebher\u00eb, vet\u00ebm at\u00ebher\u00eb do jesh rol n\u00eb sken\u00eb
\ndhe personazhi i dram\u00ebs s\u00eb teatrit
\ndo jet\u00eb jet\u00eb e gjall\u00eb, luajtur nga kukullat plot gjak,
\nabsurdi do jet\u00eb shkall\u00eb e fundit e fillimit t\u00eb mbar\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Dallandyshet do th\u00ebrrasin emrin tim,
\nlulet do kthehen n\u00eb flok\u00eb t\u00eb mi
\ndhe vet\u00ebm un\u00eb e di \u00e7ka do mendoj
\nduke m\u00eb plasur xhani\u2026
\ntreni do t\u00eb kaloj\u00eb kot, vapori do vjen po kot.<\/p>\n

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Poezi nga Xhemile Adili Ker\u00e7ov\u00eb, Maqedoni   ZJARRI \u00a0 P\u00ebrse vjen nata n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet, pa mua, p\u00ebrse? P\u00ebrse vjen m\u00ebngjesi n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet, p\u00ebrse pa mua? Larg nj\u00eb buzagazi mashtrimi, pa mure, pa barikada.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6290,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6289","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6289"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6291,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6289\/revisions\/6291"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6290"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}