{"id":6674,"date":"2017-06-10T16:55:33","date_gmt":"2017-06-10T16:55:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=6674"},"modified":"2017-06-10T16:55:52","modified_gmt":"2017-06-10T16:55:52","slug":"poezi-nga-irida-zusi-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=6674","title":{"rendered":"POEZI NGA IRIDA ZUSI"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"IRIDA\"<\/a>THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING WOMEN<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Being a women it costs you a life
\nHaving her near is like being alive
\nAll the jewelry you bye to surprise
\nWon’t be enough to win the 1 prize<\/p>\n

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Every text message that you defer
\nIt won’t be fair if you stand with her
\nDon’t chase her if you don’t like her face
\nTomorrow you might leave without a trace<\/p>\n

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Don’t tell the things that catches her eye
\nShe might love you and then start to fly
\nTell her the truth to what you truly are
\nShe might be disappointed if you’d lie<\/p>\n

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Give her the promises you can keep
\nHow much you love her every week
\nEvery hug every time she’s in asleep
\n& she might love you just like a freak<\/p>\n

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Show to her of what you really made of
\nShe’ll share with you every private stuff
\nSay her beauty it’s pure & fresh everyday
\nAll her moves just make you really sway<\/p>\n

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Being a women costs you a fortune
\nTell her that she is your only future
\nIt is not that easy to have her back
\nOnce you lost her you’re out of track<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 30 September 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n


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DASHURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sa her\u00eb kujtimet vijn\u00eb dhe na l\u00ebndojn\u00eb<\/p>\n

Sa mall nd\u00ebr lot brenda na bu\u00e7asin<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb det plot trishtim, ku syt\u00eb m\u00eb s\u2019shikojn\u00eb<\/p>\n

Si \u00ebndrra t\u00eb l\u00ebna peng q\u00eb me shpirt th\u00ebrrasin.<\/p>\n

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P\u00ebrv\u00eblohen t\u00eb vetmuara p\u00ebr pak\u00ebz dashuri<\/p>\n

Shpresat q\u00eb nuk vdesin, sh\u00ebnojn\u00eb vet\u00ebm lindje<\/p>\n

Ajri i frym\u00ebs mb\u00ebshtillet si shiu mbi \u00e7ati<\/p>\n

Askush kok\u00ebn s’kthen, l\u00eb ve\u00e7 breng\u00eb e dhimbje.<\/p>\n

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Z\u00ebrat e \u00e7jerrur n\u2018agim p\u00ebr t\u00eb zgjuar<\/p>\n

Buz\u00ebqeshjen q\u00eb i struket betejave t\u00eb jet\u00ebs<\/p>\n

Sa mij\u00ebra jet\u00eb s\u2019do ndalen kurr duke luftuar<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr nj\u00eb drit\u00eb, n\u00eb qiellin blu t\u00eb s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

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Hakmarr\u00ebsit u p\u00ebrlyen me gjakun e p\u00ebrlotur<\/p>\n

Dhe ne k\u00ebnduam k\u00ebng\u00eb e thur\u00ebm poezi<\/p>\n

Kund\u00ebr pat\u00ebm bot\u00ebn me ajrin e ndotur<\/p>\n

Por zemrat ndjenj\u00ebplot k\u00ebrkonin Dashuri<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 01 Tetor 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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LOVE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Whenever memories come and hurt us<\/p>\n

Through lots of tears the yarning screams inside<\/p>\n

Drowning in sadness\u2019 sea, the eyes lost the sight<\/p>\n

Just like hock dreams that come out of heart<\/p>\n

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Boiling in their loneliness for a little bit love<\/p>\n

Hopes that don\u2019t die bring back later joy<\/p>\n

Even if the air rolls like a rain on the roof<\/p>\n

No one even turns head feeling painful sorrow<\/p>\n

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Hoarsest whisper call at dawn to wake<\/p>\n

The hidden smile protected from battles of life<\/p>\n

And thousands other lives never stop fighting<\/p>\n

In the blue sky of truth for the freedom\u2019s light<\/p>\n

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The avengers laundered with the watery blood<\/p>\n

as we were singing songs, composing melodies<\/p>\n

Against world also polluted air we had<\/p>\n

As long hearts full of feels riches out for love<\/p>\n

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Irida Zusi \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 01 October 2016.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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SONGWRITING<\/strong><\/p>\n

you could never learn songwriting<\/p>\n

it has to do with art of writing<\/p>\n

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you either have it or you don’t<\/p>\n

you might nail it or you won’t<\/p>\n

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this song came from my inner soul<\/p>\n

so perfect, like summer in a bowl<\/p>\n

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write the lyric then sing it all out<\/p>\n

perfect rhyming there’s no doubt<\/p>\n

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This art is different from what you hear<\/p>\n

it brings the motions and the music near<\/p>\n

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its lines are roadmap where you can go back<\/p>\n

Creating memorable stories you can\u2019t forget<\/p>\n

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about songwriting there are many quotes<\/p>\n

it wouldn’t make sense without her notes<\/p>\n

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\u2026..and only I could ever take control<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 1 October 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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SOMETIMES<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Sometimes you\u2019re here, Sometimes there<\/p>\n

Sometimes you come out of the nowhere<\/p>\n

Sometimes you go far, sometime you near<\/p>\n

Footsteps in silent night that I cannot hear<\/p>\n

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I wonder how much it\u2019s going to take<\/p>\n

Am I dreaming or am I still awake?<\/p>\n

Are you for real or are you a fake?<\/p>\n

With what decisions I have to make?<\/p>\n

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You can\u2019t feel what I feel inside for you<\/p>\n

But you can see how you go me through<\/p>\n

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Like the painted words I\u2019ve catch your eye<\/p>\n

Like the rainbow you will cling to be mine<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not yours, you don\u2019t belong to me<\/p>\n

But if you really love me I\u2019ll let you be<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 4 October 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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SPEAKING THROUGH A REFUGEE’S SOUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

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There\u2019s no peace, no light, no warmth of sun<\/p>\n

Their tears are the ocean blooded from gun<\/p>\n

I hear fear in those children\u2019s voice<\/p>\n

Heart s like a desert with no choice<\/p>\n

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Through the wet eyes of a refugee<\/p>\n

An uncertain future that only grows<\/p>\n

So frightened to know their destiny<\/p>\n

Their lives are dead like a dead rose<\/p>\n

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Trapped inside where there\u2019s no word<\/p>\n

Living in the shadows of an endless war<\/p>\n

Outside the pain is a strong, stoned emotion<\/p>\n

As hearts shake with a slight rapid motions<\/p>\n

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Is there any escape from this turbulent motion?<\/p>\n

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Behind those tears of an innocent eyes<\/p>\n

Aint no tranquility but dreamless nights<\/p>\n

Where darkness became an indelible ink<\/p>\n

The bullet paused for an air break to think<\/p>\n

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Shouting out for freedom, and praying alone<\/p>\n

Escaping somewhere far beyond the horizon<\/p>\n

Overwrought of injustice, in criminal\u2019s hands<\/p>\n

Only time will see when all this torture ends<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 7 October 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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THE COLOURS OF LOVE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Easily bored and deeply torn<\/p>\n

I will breath underneath the sunshine<\/p>\n

Seems like my final countdown<\/p>\n

I will fight over for what must be mine<\/p>\n

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The world is dead, there\u2019s nothing to rely on<\/p>\n

I will think with my heart & pick the right ones<\/p>\n

I will take off gray of cold days turn’em to blue<\/p>\n

Seems like four seasons smiling softly over you<\/p>\n

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I will tint the heavy clouds up above the sky<\/p>\n

Lubricate them with the beauty dye of a smile<\/p>\n

Love is one reality, a long journey in our eyes<\/p>\n

Words will retain its meaning from billion miles<\/p>\n

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Starlight at night is growing leading me like a ship ahead<\/p>\n

Reaching a balance between my heart, feelings, my head<\/p>\n

Even in the dark, I\u2019ll pretend of one hope of light<\/p>\n

The negativity will be so long gone by my sight<\/p>\n

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I will learn to stand up the world<\/p>\n

Even though it’s a bigger mess<\/p>\n

I’ll find courage to defeat & stay tall<\/p>\n

Playing it carefully like a chess<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 8 October 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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NDAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Vesh\u00ebt d\u00ebgjojn\u00eb plumbin e nj\u00eb pushke<\/p>\n

Teksa bombat shp\u00ebrthejn\u00eb larg diku atje<\/p>\n

Edhe sa koh\u00eb do zgjas\u00eb kjo makab\u00ebr lufte<\/p>\n

Ku inati vishet me fishek\u00eb gati p\u00ebr goditje<\/p>\n

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Asgj\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e sigurt, dua t\u00eb ik<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb bot\u00eb e rrezikuar ku ka vet\u00ebm frik<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb bomb\u00eb kercet k\u00ebtu e nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb er\u00eb<\/p>\n

Tytat e nj\u00eb pushke t\u00eb mbushura me vrer\u00eb<\/p>\n

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JO, JO, JO nuk jam e mbrojtur aspak<\/p>\n

As kok\u00ebn se nxjerr dot as n\u00eb parmak<\/p>\n

t\u00eb shoh diellin teksa ngrihet n\u00eb mengjes<\/p>\n

n\u00eb ajrin e pis\u00ebt t\u00eb tres brengat porsi ves\u00eb<\/p>\n

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Gjith\u00e7ka ka marr\u00eb ngjyr\u00ebn e nj\u00eb korbi t\u00eb zi<\/p>\n

s\u2018ka asgj\u00eb t\u00eb mbetur pas shpirtit s\u2018ka m\u00eb rini<\/p>\n

as buz\u00ebqeshje lumturie, apo \u00ebndrra n\u00eb drit\u00eb<\/p>\n

t\u00eb vdekurit e luft\u00ebs me lot n\u00eb sy duke i th\u00ebrrit<\/p>\n

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T\u00eb gjitha lot\u00ebt i thithi err\u00ebsira me mjergull\u00ebn e vet<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn qiellin e vrenjtur zi atje ku bu\u00e7asin fort rrufet\u00eb<\/p>\n

\u00cbndrrat dhe shpresat porsi shk\u00ebmbinj t\u00eb fort\u00eb, gur<\/p>\n

T\u00eb zjarrta porsi nj\u00eb vullkan ku damar\u00ebt u b\u00ebn\u00eb mur<\/p>\n

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Me mendimin se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kjo luft\u00eb do mundet me paqe<\/p>\n

Ku forca e syve t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb s\u2019do ndalte s\u00eb thururi vargje<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr at\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb shtypur ku miliona njer\u00ebz u dergjen t\u00eb vrar\u00eb<\/p>\n

Kur gjakftoht\u00ebsia e hakmarr\u00ebsve i morri t\u00eb gjith\u00eb p\u00ebr mbar\u00eb<\/p>\n

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JO, NDAL<\/em>, mjaft pushk\u00eb dhe bomba p\u00ebrs\u00ebri<\/p>\n

Ulni arm\u00ebt, mendoni pak\u00ebz p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb njer\u00ebzi<\/p>\n

Ndalni luft\u00ebn e d\u00ebgjoni teksa qajn\u00eb dashurit\u00eb<\/p>\n

Dhimbjet q\u00eb pas lot\u00ebve fshihen thell\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7do shpirt<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 18 Tetor 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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GJYSHI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sot ndjeva q\u00eb jeta e mizorshme n\u00eb dy bot\u00eb na ndau<\/p>\n

dhe koha e pam\u00ebshirshme dy zemra n\u00eb dysh theu<\/p>\n

vall\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb loj\u00eb e zotit, q\u00eb tentoi t\u00eb na ndante<\/p>\n

hidh\u00ebrimin ma shtoi n\u00eb shpirt e m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb qante<\/p>\n

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Por k\u00ebt\u00eb fat un\u00eb e refuzoj sepse akoma t\u00eb dua<\/p>\n

t\u00eb mbaj n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn time si nj\u00eb thesar i \u00e7muar<\/p>\n

duke t\u00eb kujtuar n\u00eb \u00e7do udh\u00ebtim q\u00eb b\u00ebje me mua<\/p>\n

buz\u00ebqeshje i ndritur sa her\u00eb m\u00eb mbaje n\u00eb duar<\/p>\n

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P\u00ebrse? Nuk e kuptoj p\u00ebrse fati donte t\u00eb na largonte<\/p>\n

e n\u00eb dimensione kohore t\u00eb ndryshme t\u00eb na \u00e7onte<\/p>\n

t\u00eb ecesh n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00eb e shtigje t\u00eb gjata \u00ebsht\u00eb e kot\u00eb<\/p>\n

kur vlerat e tua s\u2018i kam m\u00eb me vete n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb<\/p>\n

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Sot ndjeva dy dashuri t\u00eb dergjen mes zjarresh<\/p>\n

kujtime q\u00eb me koh\u00ebn dhe er\u00ebn u zhduken fare<\/p>\n

lamtumiren t\u00ebnde jo asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk do ta harroj<\/p>\n

e gjersa frym\u00eb t\u00eb kem n\u00ebp\u00ebr foto do t\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj<\/p>\n

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G\u00ebzimet dhe puthjet e tua n\u00eb anijen e harres\u00ebs u lan\u00eb<\/p>\n

e si nj\u00eb rreze m\u00eb vjen sa her\u00eb rrufeja k\u00ebrcet n\u00eb xham<\/p>\n

si gjethet n\u00eb stin\u00ebn e vjesht\u00ebs lot\u00ebt ngadal\u00eb m\u2018u than\u00eb<\/p>\n

pik\u00eblimat q\u00eb shkruan fjal\u00ebt sa her\u00eb nuk t\u00eb kisha pran\u00eb<\/p>\n

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Ndjenjat e kujtimet si foto n\u00eb korniz\u00eb do ti ruaj<\/p>\n

momentet m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura n\u00eb let\u00ebr do t\u00eb ti shkruaj<\/p>\n

e m\u00eb pas si nj\u00eb ditar i shtrenjt\u00eb duke m\u00eb shfletuar<\/p>\n

do v\u00ebresh sa thell\u00eb t\u00eb ndjej, shum\u00eb m\u00eb ke munguar<\/p>\n

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Gjith\u00e7ka rreth meje q\u00eb ti akoma nuk e kishe m\u00ebsuar<\/p>\n

ndjenjat m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura askush nuk mund t\u00eb mi marr\u00eb<\/p>\n

as oqean, as lum, as det ne gjirin e vet dot m\u00eb se mban<\/p>\n

edhe qielli edhe toka le ta dijn\u00eb se sa xhan t\u00eb kam<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 13 Dhjetor 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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ZEMER E BURGOSUR<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Prangosa shpirtin njeher\u00eb<\/p>\n

N\u00eb vendin m\u00eb t\u00eb trishtuar t\u00eb bot\u00ebs<\/p>\n

Udh\u00ebtonte atje e vetmuar<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn shoq\u00ebrimin total t\u00eb hijes s\u00eb vet<\/p>\n

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Nuk kishte m\u00eb agim, as mrekulli<\/p>\n

Lot\u00ebt zjarr n\u00eb sy rridhnin ngjyr\u00eb hi<\/p>\n

I mbytur n\u00eb z\u00ebrin q\u00eb s\u2018kishte m\u00eb fuqi<\/p>\n

zemra e brengosur pikonte gjak t\u00eb zi<\/p>\n

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Nata ishte e vetmuar,\u00a0 njoll\u00eb e err\u00ebt dhe shum\u00eb e ftoht\u00eb<\/p>\n

koha si lumi val\u00eb-val\u00eb kalonte, e vitet u plak\u00ebn n\u00eb shpirt<\/p>\n

kapur pas hekurave vija-vija p\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar pak ngroht\u00eb<\/p>\n

shikimi i d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar q\u00eb jeton me dhimbjen, zgjon frik\u00eb<\/p>\n

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Irida Zusi \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 26 Janar 2017.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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VETMIA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E rr\u00ebnjosur n\u00ebn qiellin e ngjyrosur gri, t\u00eb fort\u00eb betoni<\/p>\n

dera e ngjashme me nj\u00eb port\u00eb q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb hapet kurr<\/p>\n

ndjenjat e tretura qajn\u00eb duke mallkuar rrug\u00ebn e k\u00ebtij fati<\/p>\n

dh\u00ebmb e ardhmja mes hijesh e er\u00ebra t\u00eb ashpra, furtun\u00eb<\/p>\n

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Vetmia t\u00eb vret n\u00eb distanc\u00eb provokon djers\u00eb, konfundim<\/p>\n

\u00ebsht\u00eb si t\u00eb jesh i s\u00ebmur\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb huaj<\/p>\n

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Irida Zusi \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 26 Janar 2017.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u201cINVERNO\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Salgo verso la notte fredda<\/p>\n

e sento una voce soffocante…<\/p>\n

sopra le candide foglie cammino…<\/p>\n

le strade vuote… mi perdo…<\/p>\n

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La mia anima non \u00e9 piu vestita<\/p>\n

senza voglie e senza desideri…<\/p>\n

Il respiro trema<\/p>\n

per poi volare in alto<\/p>\n

Come un aeroplano<\/p>\n

nel cielo umido<\/p>\n

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Il ghiaccio ha seminato un deserto immobile<\/p>\n

di dolore dentro il cuore<\/p>\n

l\u2019Inverno ha ghiacciato l\u2019anima,<\/p>\n

e con lei la speranza.<\/p>\n

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Autore: Irida ZUSI\u00a0 26.01.2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

Premio Internazionale, Premio speciale \u201cPoesia dei Popoli-in memoria di Alfredo Pirola\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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NJ\u00cb DASHURI <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nj\u00eb flutur e vog\u00ebl t\u00eb isha un\u00eb,<\/p>\n

shum\u00eb lart do t\u00eb fluturoja<\/p>\n

N\u00eb ajrin e brisht\u00eb do k\u00ebrceja pafund<\/p>\n

Lirin\u00eb e burgosur n\u00eb stacionet e braktisura<\/p>\n

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N\u00eb nj\u00eb ekulib\u00ebr t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtuara prej resh<\/p>\n

pafund\u00ebsisht do \u00ebnd\u00ebrroja<\/p>\n

at\u00eb t\u00eb nes\u00ebrme q\u00eb dua t\u00eb arrij,<\/p>\n

si trena t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb q\u00eb ecin n\u00eb t\u00eb gdhir\u00eb<\/p>\n

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dua t\u00eb shoh m\u00ebngjesin n\u00eb syt\u00eb e mi<\/p>\n

si rreze drite t\u00eb m\u00eb ngrohin p\u00ebrs\u00ebri<\/p>\n

Shpresa e jetes q\u00eb vesh shpirtin me frym\u00eb<\/p>\n

Si blet\u00ebt mbi petale t\u00eb hidhet mbi mua<\/p>\n

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Dhe un\u00eb e ulur gjat\u00eb n\u00eb stolin e vetmis\u00eb<\/p>\n

Pres trenin q\u00eb ecen n\u00eb binar\u00ebt e \u00ebnd\u00ebrruara<\/p>\n

Do pres k\u00ebtu derisa ai moment t\u00eb vij<\/p>\n

N\u00ebp\u00ebr qiejt e kalt\u00ebr pastaj t\u00eb vrapoj pa ndaluar<\/p>\n

e t\u00eb them u ngjalla, ritmin e jet\u00ebs e kapa<\/p>\n

Frym\u00ebzimi im u rizgjua nga nj\u00eb dashuri<\/p>\n

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Irida ZUSI \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 26 Janar 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

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K\u00cbRKOVA N\u00cb ERR\u00cbSIR\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n

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K\u00ebrkova n\u00eb brend\u00ebsin\u00eb e nj\u00eb err\u00ebsire<\/p>\n

Asgj\u00eb, n\u00eb t\u00eb kishte \u00ebndrra t\u00eb zvenitura<\/p>\n

Morra t\u00eb ndiqja rrug\u00ebn e nj\u00eb fantazie<\/p>\n

Nje tunel i gjat\u00eb me shpresa t\u00eb vdekura<\/p>\n

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As dhe nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb, as zemra p\u00ebr t\u00eb thyer<\/p>\n

Ku pikat e lotit u than\u00eb nga acari i ftoht\u00eb<\/p>\n

Ndjenjat u gris\u00ebn, porsi nj\u00eb lum i rr\u00ebmbyer<\/p>\n

Fryma s\u2019nxjerr dot m\u00eb as aj\u00ebr t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb<\/p>\n

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E shastisur, duke endur n\u00ebp\u00ebr ato rrug\u00eb<\/p>\n

Si nj\u00eb labirint q\u00eb nuk ka nisje nuk ka fund<\/p>\n

Trishtimi n\u00ebn hijen e plot\u00eb t\u00eb nat\u00ebs u struk<\/p>\n

E drita e qet\u00eb e shpirtit iku pa len\u00eb gjurm\u00eb<\/p>\n

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K\u00ebrkova n\u00eb thell\u00ebsin\u00eb e nje err\u00ebsire<\/p>\n

Gjith\u00e7ka \u00e7\u2019ka posedonte ishte p\u00ebr t\u2019u urryer<\/p>\n

Doja t\u00eb gjeja ndjenj\u00ebn e nj\u00eb mir\u00ebsie<\/p>\n

E zhytur n\u00eb lig\u00ebsi pa rrug\u00ebdalje p\u00ebr tu kthyer<\/p>\n

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Irida Zusi \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 23 Shkurt 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

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ONE SMILE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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JUST ONE HAPPY SMILE<\/p>\n

Is all I ever wished, all I dreamed, all what I needed, all I\u2019ve been asked for<\/p>\n

Walking in its truth for awhile<\/p>\n

Met laughter, sunsets, sunrises, happy surprises that I\u2019ve never seen before<\/p>\n

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IN SEARCH OF THAT ONE UNSEEN SMILE<\/p>\n

I looked in the sunshine, I scan every single mile<\/p>\n

Then I found thousands reasons from hopes and cheers<\/p>\n

Hidden behind that smile, felt the meaning of my years<\/p>\n

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ONE TINY LITTLE SMILE<\/p>\n

Could last for a moment, but its memory impossible to fade away….SO ETERNAL<\/p>\n

No heavy rain would ever rile<\/p>\n

It rests the tiring by giving courage to the discourage ones every day..IT\u2019S VERNAL<\/p>\n

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It cannot be selling, borrowed or either being stole<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not made of breaks nor of stones, is she your happy place within your soul<\/p>\n

It brings happiness, the best sign of a pure friendship<\/p>\n

Enriching our hearts with high strength, passion and desire for not being so weak<\/p>\n

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No one in the world is that rich enough not to need it<\/p>\n

Nor too poor enough not to deserve it just a little bit<\/p>\n

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DONATING A SWEET SMILE<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the cheapest way, the secret cure of your soul<\/p>\n

The most precious thing that exists in this world<\/p>\n

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AND IF YOU SHARE A SMILE<\/p>\n

With someone who doesn\u2019t have great smile on his lip<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the most generous gift ever, helping him to outstrip<\/p>\n

all sad things, making him think valuable & worthwhile<\/p>\n

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SMILE, SMILE AND ONLY SMILE<\/p>\n

Your smile upon your friend TODAY<\/p>\n

Could be the reason to smile all the WAY<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s like give to get, but never forget<\/p>\n

One BIG smile for your own health, your wealth and for your FRIENDS<\/p>\n

Life is a onetime only, a journey with unexpected surprises with no ends<\/p>\n

Shake off the worries; wipe away the tears, the hatred for a better life with no fear or regret<\/p>\n

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Because your smile was shaped like the best smile made from true colors of rainbow<\/p>\n

with its flames that ignite, it never dies no matter how strongly the wind it may blow<\/p>\n

and that\u2019s the very best memory of your SMILE, through all time that it\u2019ll only grow<\/p>\n

if you start change yourself by creating a world made full of laughs you\u2019d never let go<\/p>\n

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I WISH I MADE YOU SMILE, ENOUGH TO SMILE ALWAYS<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Irida ZUSI\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 31.05.2017<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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