{"id":8586,"date":"2020-10-01T15:14:18","date_gmt":"2020-10-01T15:14:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8586"},"modified":"2020-10-01T15:14:18","modified_gmt":"2020-10-01T15:14:18","slug":"poezi-nga-zef-pergega","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8586","title":{"rendered":"POEZI NGA ZEF PERGEGA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"285\" height=\"378\" src=\"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Zef-Pergega-1.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-8587\" srcset=\"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Zef-Pergega-1.png 285w, https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Zef-Pergega-1-226x300.png 226w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 285px) 100vw, 285px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>QIELLEZA MU DOGJ FLAKE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nje dite\ndjali binjak me thote:<br>\nBabi, kur te me pyesin per ty,<br>\nA kam leje t\u2019u them:<br>\n\u201cAi lau kazanat e Amerikes dhe botoi libra!\u201d<br>\nMos harro t\u2019u thuash dhe di\u00e7ka tjeter:<br>\n\u201cAi e beri per jeten dhe te ardhmen e femijeve<br>\nMe mire ti lante jashte, se ne vendin e tij ti\nlepinte<br>\nKur iku larg se me dhune e nxoren jashte<br>\nQe te mos na rrihnin ne rruge e ne shkolle<br>\nEdhe kur kishim ditelindjen<br>\nDhe qielleza iu dogj flake<br>\nPer bese, per Dheun e Atit, per ate ATE!\u201d<br>\n<br>\nMos harro te rrefesh te verteten<br>\nSe fjala ketu eshte shall ylberi<br>\nAte ngjarjen me gjyshit tend<br>\nShtrire ne shtratin e vdekjes i pangritur<br>\nE rrahen e vodhen, dhembe te skerrmitur<br>\nDhe i thane, duke i dhene nje shkelm permbysur<br>\n\u201cJa dhe goditje prej birit tend, ne Amerike,<br>\nGazetar, deri ne dhemb te syrit i yni kundershtar!\u201d<br>\nSe nje i marre ne vendin tend rreth eres e krimit<br>\nNe nje arkivol te gjithe gedhend!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>SHTEPIA E SHEKULLIT TE RI 21<br>\n&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Shtepia e shekullit 21<br>\nne krye te rendit per nga vleresimi&#8230;<br>\nQeni<br>\nI te gjitha rracave<br>\nI te gjitha ngjyrave<br>\nI te gjitha madhesive<br>\nTe shumtit me dhembe te kuq<br>\nNe rend te dyte<br>\nGruja<br>\nE bardhe, e zeze, e verdhe&#8230;<br>\nMos e prek korentin<br>\nDhe tenxheren e nxehte<br>\nSe po u hodh kapaku<br>\nMund te denohesh per jete<br>\nLehjet dhembejashte dhe bisht perdredhur<br>\nHere ne hane e here ne qiell<br>\nNe rend te trete<br>\nMacja<br>\nMe sy te zi, te shkruar e laramane<br>\nMjafton te mjaullije<br>\nNe fund burri<br>\nSi kulari kerrusur<br>\nEdhe per gjeth degeve si majmuni<br>\nLigjet e rrepta per vrasjen e minjeve<br>\nTe gjitha insektet e shekullit u duhen shtepive!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>NE OROSHIN E FISIT TIM<\/strong><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ne logun e Sarajave\nte Oroshit<br>\nKur ne vjeshte nga Amerika mberrita<br>\nGdhendur prej lisit te kapidanit&#8230;<br>\nPashe mbi krua nje boljere te mo\u00e7me<br>\nQendronte aty si\nstatujat e legjedave<br>\nE pa iu rrudhur mot\nmoti<br>\nMbushur ishte<br>\nMe vuajtje e dhimbje,\ne ma shume<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>pikonte loti! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>DRINI IM ME LEJO TE TE PERKUND<\/strong><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vargjet e mia drite\nhije me hane&#8230;<br>\nTe pjekura ne diell, krejt si foshja ne djep<br>\nOxhak me zjar, lart tym i bardhe<br>\nNgrohte te ngushellojne qiellin nga mekatet\nnjerezore<br>\nLotojne me denese si shelgjet e prillit<br>\nHere te ngjitura e here kristale te thyera<br>\nMe krah ura ndertojne poshte kalase se Drinit<br>\nTue kullue tamel si gjiri jashte i nuses se murimit<br>\nTrokthe kuajsh skalisin kaldremeve te gurta<br>\nSi re qe zgjaten maleve te ngurrta<br>\nNuk e arrijne majen qe fjala e urte<br>\nTe mos i hedhe koke poshte, udhetojne e nuk ndalen<br>\nMe njeriun ne guxim duke e josh<br>\nPer te mberritur hakun e ylberit dhe krojet e\nfresketa<br>\nMbi kakine e bukes e qyten e pushkes<br>\nPiskasin si femije per liri<br>\nLypin vasha, te njomin djepin edhe kengen<br>\nPer djemt qe presin te dielen per dasma<br>\nE gjenerimin e jetes qe nis me burimin<br>\nSe atdheu nuk mund te rroje pa trimin<br>\nVargjet e mia shpesh marrin hak<br>\nAsnjehere dhunshem, por me lavd<br>\nHere &#8211; here rrjedhin te qeta si nje lum brenda\nvetes<br>\nNe raste te tjera gozhdojne edhe murin<br>\nNese fsheh nje te vertete<br>\nMbi te cilen si lakonje leshohen rrufete<br>\nTue u mundue me e shue nder deje gjakun e nxehte<br>\nDisa nga rreshtat e mi ngjajne si kordele yjesh<br>\nDisa gatuajne buken me lot malli<br>\nTe tjera lot pyjesh, e zgjidhin pranga<br>\nMe ta fitoi i Lumi, vendimtare ne gjyqin e fundit<br>\nKur te mberrije kam me fol per fitoren<br>\nSe delireve te rreme perbuzjet do tu jene thare<br>\nBash si barin kur e shkel nje kale<br>\nO Drini im si askund!<br>\nMe lejo me vargjet e mia ambel te te perkund<br>\nSe ne kete jete folen me fjalet e dheut<br>\nE varka e lotit tim zbraztesine e shpirtit te te\nmbush!<br>\nSi vella i vogel bashke drejt detit, Prometeut!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>TETOR, 2020<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>QIELLEZA MU DOGJ FLAKE Nje dite djali binjak me thote: Babi, kur te me pyesin per ty, A kam leje t\u2019u them: \u201cAi lau kazanat e Amerikes dhe botoi libra!\u201d Mos harro t\u2019u thuash dhe di\u00e7ka tjeter: \u201cAi e beri per jeten dhe te ardhmen e femijeve Me mire ti lante jashte, se ne vendin&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8587,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8586","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\/8586","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=8586"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8586\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8588,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8586\/revisions\/8588"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8587"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8586"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8586"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8586"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}