{"id":8708,"date":"2020-11-15T14:01:06","date_gmt":"2020-11-15T14:01:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8708"},"modified":"2020-11-15T14:01:06","modified_gmt":"2020-11-15T14:01:06","slug":"raimonda-moisiu-per-konkursin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8708","title":{"rendered":"Raimonda Moisiu – Per konkursin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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We\nLeft, Father!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(Written\njust after the last one left the village)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Father,\nwe left\u2026abandoned the house, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\ntime of gypsies, the whole world live in <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even\nwe took your picture off the walls, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And\nshut the gate with a string of tears!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\nleft off! Ah, we left off! Razed the homeland,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And\nwe gathered around the metropolis, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As\nif the hedgehogs are chased!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(Bear\nin mind, when picking out the trees, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\nshrivels and twists into string figs?) <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even\nmore worries, ramping up our effort, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lost\nour leaves, no song and sleepless nights, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In\nfact, everything shines in the luxury stores, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\npsychological scene that tames the heart!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\nleft and thus recorded your gravestone, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On\nSundays we talk on the glass visual,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In\nmind, like putting flowers, shed a tear, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At\nyour graveside, smoking a cigar, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\nlive in symbols\u2026. by the world manual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\ndon\u2019t go to our village anymore,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Saved\nin the box,\nit\u2019s in us everywhere,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This box, Father, which we\ncall \u201claptop\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On its glass screen, we\ngreet everyone!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On\nits glass, we find bride and get wedded, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kiss\nyour brother\u2019 sons, on the other mainland, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Crying\nover late mother, a thousands miles, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As\nlow in the grave, during a videoconference! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\u2019ll get together, when we come down there, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here we separated forever and always, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even\nI can\u2019t write anymore, you know better, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\nI feel weak and shedding my tears!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Go\nwithout knowing, there\u2019s no time to think, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But\nwe\u2019re in a hurry, just because old fashion, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\ntime of gypsies, the whole world live in<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah,\nleave and weave the basket of burden <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Written\nby Petrit RUKA <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Translated\nby Raimonda MOISIU <\/p>\n\n\n\n

BABA,\nNE IK\u00cbM<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(shkruar\nkur nga fshati iku dhe i fundit\u2026)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Baba,\nne ik\u00ebm,\u2026 sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e braktis\u00ebm,
\nnj\u00eb koh\u00eb arixhinjsh jeton gjith\u00eb bota
\ndhe foton t\u00ebnde nga muret e zbrit\u00ebm,
\nsi ky\u00e7 nj\u00eb pal\u00eb lot vendos\u00ebm tek porta\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ik\u00ebm,\nor ik\u00ebm, vendlindjen e vram\u00eb,
\nn\u00eb metropole u mblodh\u00ebm si pun\u00eb e iriq\u00ebve,
\n(e ke parasysh kur e vjelin nj\u00eb pem\u00eb
\ndhe mblidhet e ngjishet si n\u00eb vargjet e fiqve?!\u2026)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne\nik\u00ebm dhe varrin ta fut\u00ebm n\u00eb nj\u00eb video,
\nt\u00eb diel\u00ebn t\u00eb takojm\u00eb n\u00eb xhamin vizual, 
\nme mend i v\u00ebm\u00eb lulet, dy lot, nj\u00eb cigare,
\njetojm\u00eb me simbole\u2026 bot\u00eb me manual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nfshat nuk shkojm\u00eb, e kemi me vete,
\ntani gjith\u00e7ka e mbajm\u00eb n\u00eb kuti,
\nkjo kutia baba e ka emrin kompjuter,
\nn\u00eb xhamin e tij takon \u00e7do njeri.. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nxhamin e tij gjen nuse, b\u00ebn dasm\u00eb,
\nputh djemt\u00eb e v\u00ebllait n\u00eb tjet\u00ebr kontinent
\ndhe n\u00ebn\u00ebn e qan nga mij\u00ebra kilometra
\ntek e fusin n\u00eb varr, me video – konferenc\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne\nbashk\u00eb do b\u00ebhemi kur t\u00eb vijm\u00eb aty posht\u00eb,
\nk\u00ebtu lart u ndam\u00eb p\u00ebr jet\u00eb e p\u00ebr mot,
\ns\u2019t\u00eb shkruaj m\u00eb shum\u00eb, se ti e di mir\u00eb,
\nq\u00ebllova i dob\u00ebt dhe mbytem n\u00eb lot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nuk\ndim\u00eb ku shkojm\u00eb, s\u2019ka koh\u00eb t\u00eb mendohesh,
\nnxitojm\u00eb nga q\u00eb thjesht \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb mod\u00eb nxitimi,
\nnj\u00eb koh\u00eb arixhinjsh jeton sot t\u00ebr\u00eb bota,
\nah, ik edhe thur kanistra pik\u00ebllimi\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shkruar\nnga Petrit RUKA <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDiktatori\u201d,\npoezia e Pjet\u00ebr Jakut  p\u00ebrkthehet n\u00eb\nanglisht nga Raimonda MOISIU <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\ndictator  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eh,\nMonarch, with a stamped face,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In\na cave of illusion and deceit, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A cunning monster\nfor his own homeland! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

No guests, no friends and no\nfeelings,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The howl of metamorphoses, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of a great change\nfor the worst!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through a woe\namplitude <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of a thickhead, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That would only serve to the cruppers! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Symbiosis\nof the molecular monstrous, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\nnever loved the sun, just as <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Promised\nthe light! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Freedom\nand the weight of words, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Excused his\ndevilish minds,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Filled\nwith Byzantine emperor\u2019s deeds,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And his folks, siblings and emblems,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were sent to the guillotine!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The way he came, squatted,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With macbethean perfidious, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kneeled\ndown with bizarre tricks<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With\nan\ninstinctive hatred, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of the biological triangle! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thoughtless\nand weird, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\ncame into our lives, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To\nour blessed land, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As\na liberated destroyer!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where\nto go to complain? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That he\ncame uninvited <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seated on\nthe monarchy throne, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On\na throne that in vain, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laid the blame at the doors, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through the\nhorizontal movements,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Due\nto devilish burden!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\nwall of a dictatorship was everywhere, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Among\nthe poorest people, without certain, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\nbore the burden of it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Placed\nthe slogans around the corner <\/p>\n\n\n\n

from everywhere, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Carrying\non our shoulders, even <\/p>\n\n\n\n

on our\ngraves!  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Due to the bridge remains, better\nthan<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a strange revenge, tit for tat, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That used to rule the human beings, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Living in constant fear <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of receiving the prize<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of his\ndictatorial sins! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\ncame from the mountains,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All\nstolen mind,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Convincing\nthe smartest victims, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\nthe hell darkness was based on ignorance,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of\nthe monstrosity in males, with just plain manhood!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And letting them\non butchers\u2019 hands, as told in ballads,  <\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Boundless by the\ntime, without years and no mind!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the sword of\nhis word, which was his Sword of Shame, <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of\na nation that\u2019s endured him over the head!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To\nwhom should Padre Zef complain? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who\u2019s\nfound hanging from a peach tree?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the\nupside-down head,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shivers\nran down the man spine,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tormented\nhimself beyond the cesarean boldness,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And\nthen later they would torture themselves!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All\nare mortal! – Beloved Padre Zef confessed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One\nday, the dictators would run to the end, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

All we need to show\na little restraint!<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\nDecisions made by the elbows on the table,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Toward strengthening the dictatorial\nregime<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Self-eating\nitself as the cancer does,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s\ngnawing on the bones,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And\nsending any of those to hell! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just\nbecause they\u2019d served this dictator, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\ndictatorship became\npowerful, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Behind \u2013the-scenes of the cruelty macabre dream,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And\nother predictions of the black spider,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poisoned\nby deceit, so ever near
\nthe death of desire!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\ndictator, yet survived, he didn\u2019t die, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 It was a slow death, that turned his mind\naway, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Left\nhim crawling\nlike a dog, keeping a watchful\neye on, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s how his evil\ndeeds worked, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

More and more of\nthe medieval tragedies, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not only the graves\nburned,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But also sepulchers were profaned,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving\nto alive mortals, that his bones<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wanted\nto be buried in an upright position!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Surely he\nshould have known, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That Luigi, the most persecuted man\nin town, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

All\nhis life, he\u2019s dreamed of a caravan\u201d, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But he had turned\nthe back on his law,\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To welcome him to the place, where Skanderbeg died, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few years before his soul went into hell!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 He\nknew that the Pantheon still exists <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With nonexistence! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lost\nin the ozone,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where\nhe returned to join his children, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And\nhis loved ones! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

If ever there was one\nthat\ntried <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To\nerect the monument of shame <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With\nreptiles that roared<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of a profanity that\u2019s been\nhypnotized,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the banality of monotheism!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As well as trusted in the oracle <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without ears and\neyes, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The one and only\nideal! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\nLilliputians from modern times,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\nunnecessary memories of the Ancient\nRome, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

An\nornery old man with an awkward smile,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Never witnessed\nthat storm\nand other hurricane <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With\nthunderous knocks,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With only\none line, monsters of\nthe same kind,\ntypical, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Infighting\nto take his throne! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Known\nfor his sharp tongued at fateful congresses, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Much\nagainst everyone\u2019s, filled with rough lies, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And\nwith Russian and Chinese freaks, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In\nall types of dictatorial\nregime around the world, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before\nand after, by passing and overtaking the win, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On\na tears\u2019 parade,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of\na nation!  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\nlet him to pass away quietly, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Couldn\u2019t pushed him away,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No hurt and no\nharm, without torturing him, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn\u2019t even get\na splinter in his foot! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

An exhausted nation suffered\nextremely,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except how to\nsurvive!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And even\nthem, the heirs without morphology, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s\nholding his head on their hands,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That sat either of\nthem on his throne. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As long as\nwe\u2019ll let them be\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Translated\nfrom Albanian into English <\/p>\n\n\n\n

By\nRaimonda MOISIU <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diktatori\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Monark\nme fytyr\u00eb t\u00eb patinuar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me\npabesi shpellash, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Monst\u00ebr\nogurzez\u00eb p\u00ebr  vendin e tij.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pa\nmiq, pa shok\u00eb, pa ndjenj\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Metamrofoz\u00eb\ne keqe <\/p>\n\n\n\n

e\nnj\u00eb ndryshimi t\u00eb madh,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

amplitud\u00eb\ne ndrydhur<\/p>\n\n\n\n

e\nnj\u00eb koke gjeometrike,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

q\u00eb\ndo u sh\u00ebrbente<\/p>\n\n\n\n

vet\u00ebm\nvitheve!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Simbioz\u00eb\ne s\u00eb keqes molekulare,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Q\u00eb\nse deshi diellin, duke<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pohuar\ndrit\u00eb.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Liri\ne fjal\u00eb me pesh\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nrendonin kok\u00ebs s\u00eb tij djall\u00ebzore, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mbushur\nme perandor bizantin, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kur\nmikun, v\u00ebllaun dhe emblemat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nd\u00ebrgonte n\u00eb gijotin\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ashtu\nerdhi, galopthi, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me\npabesi makbethiane, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me\ntermete  t\u00eb gjunj\u00ebzuar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me\nnj\u00eb urrejtje fotosintetizuese,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00eb\ntrekendshit biologjik t\u00eb pamenduar, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Erdhe\nn\u00eb jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nvendin tim t\u00eb bekuar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Si\nnj\u00eb shkatrrimtar i \u00e7liruar!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ku\nt\u00eb ankoheshe me k\u00ebt\u00eb ardhje<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00eb\npathirrur, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hipur\nmbi fronin monarkik,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nnj\u00eb karrige, q\u00eb m\u00eb kot<\/p>\n\n\n\n

U\nankohej dyerve,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me\nlevizje horizontale,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prej\npesh\u00ebs s\u00eb djall\u00ebzive?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diktatura\ne mureve u fut kudo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brenda\nnjeriut t\u00eb mjeruar me pasigurin\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\nmbjatjes s\u00eb  pesh\u00ebs s\u00eb  tij ,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Q\u00eb\ndukej kudo, n\u00eb parullat e v\u00ebna<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb  shpatullat tona, n\u00eb varret tona,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nurat e mbetura, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb hakmarrje<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Misterioze,\nt\u00eb mbajtjes s\u00eb njeriut<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nfrik\u00ebn e larjeve t\u00eb m\u00ebkateve <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diktatoriale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zbriti\nnga  malet  me mendjen e vjedhur,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Viktimave\nt\u00eb men\u00e7me t\u2019u tregonte<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sk\u00ebterren\ne  ferrit, i mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb injoranc\u00ebn <\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\np\u00ebr\u00e7udnimit t\u00eb burrave me burrni t\u00eb nj\u00ebkolorshme,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

P\u00ebr\nt\u2019i futur n\u00eb duar t\u00eb kasap\u00ebve, si n\u00eb baladat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\nkoh\u00ebve pa num\u00ebr, pa vite pa kok\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shpata\ne fjal\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, t\u00eb ishte shpata e turpit<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00eb\nnj\u00eb kombi, q\u00eb e duronte mbi krye!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kuj\nt\u2019i ankohej At Zefi, q\u00eb varej n\u00ebn pjeshk\u00eb,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kok\u00ebposht\u00eb\nme  dridhje t\u00eb qelizave  burrnore,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deri\nn\u00eb durimin cezarian nga mjeshtra t\u00eb tortures,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Q\u00eb\nm\u00eb von\u00eb do torturonin veten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00eb\ngjith\u00eb jan\u00eb nj\u00eblloj t\u00eb vdeksh\u00ebm,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do\nthont\u00eb At Zefi yn\u00eb,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diktaturat\nkan\u00eb nj\u00eb fund n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dhe,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u2019se\nne do kemi durim!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vendimet\ne b\u00ebrrylave e shtyn\u00eb diktatur\u00ebn,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00eb\nhaj vet\u00ebn si kanceri, t\u2019u brej kock\u00ebn<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\nti \u00e7oj nj\u00eb nga nj\u00eb n\u00eb sk\u00ebterrat e ferrit,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u00ebt\u00ebm\npse i b\u00ebn\u00eb fresk diktatorit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

U\nrrit diktatura n\u00eb prapaskenat e mizoris\u00eb s\u00eb \u00ebndrrave<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Makabre\ndhe projekteve t\u00eb merimang\u00ebs s\u00eb zez\u00eb,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ushqyer\nme helmin e  fallsitetit,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deri\nn\u00eb vdekjen e shpres\u00ebs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diktatori\nnuk vdiq, at\u00eb e mbyti cofja t\u00ebper von\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\nb\u00ebri t\u00eb zvarritej si qen, t\u2019i shihte si shkojn\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

B\u00ebmat\ne tij, m\u00eb shum\u00eb se n\u00eb tragjedit\u00eb mesjetare<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00eb\ndjeg\u2019jeve dhe p\u00ebrdhosjes s\u00eb varreve,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Duke  i l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb vdekshmit e mbetsh\u00ebm,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kockave\nt\u00eb tij,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u2019u\nb\u00ebjn\u00eb spostime  vertikale!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sigurisht,\ne dinte se i p\u00ebrsekutuari Luigj, q\u00eb <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gjith\u00eb\njet\u00ebn \u00ebnd\u00ebrroi nj\u00eb sharabajk\u00eb*,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do\nt\u2019i kthente shpin\u00ebn, pas urdh\u00ebrit q\u00eb kish ta priste,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nvendin e vdekjes s\u00eb Sk\u00ebnd\u00ebrbeut, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pak\nvite para se shpirti t\u2019i shkonte n\u00eb djall!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\ndinte se s’e kishte Panteonin n\u00eb \nmosq\u00ebnie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nozon u kthye p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tij, p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashurit, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00ebse\nkishte diken t\u00eb till\u00eb, q\u00eb  p\u00ebrpiqen t\u2019i\nngren\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

P\u00ebrmendoren\ne turpit me mjaullima zvarranik\u00ebsh,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00eb\nnj\u00eb profanie hipnotizuese, t\u00eb nj\u00eb monoteizmi banal<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nbesimin e nj\u00eb orakulli pa sy, pa vesh\u00eb, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nvet\u00ebm nj\u00eb ideal!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patric\nliliput n\u00eb koh\u00ebt moderne,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nj\u00eb\nkujtim i panevojsh\u00ebm i Rom\u00ebs s\u00eb vjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nopran\ni vrugullt me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje hipokrite<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stuhi  e papar\u00eb, shkatrrimtare, me rrufe q\u00eb binin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ve\u00e7\nn\u00eb nj\u00eb vij\u00eb, dalluese, p\u00ebrbindshe n\u00eb luft\u00ebn e llojit,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

P\u00ebr  karrigen e tij!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ligjeronte  shpata n\u00eb kongrese fatzish\u00eb,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kund\u00ebr\ne kund\u00ebr gjithkujt, mbushur me rrena shkembore<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\nme granit rus e kinez, t\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb modave t\u00eb ulta t\u00eb globit,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

para\ne pas fitoresh parakaluese, n\u00eb sfiladat e dhimbjes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

se\nnj\u00eb populli!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\nlejuam diktatorin t\u00eb ikte, pa e p\u00ebrz\u00ebn\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pa\ne tortutuar, pa e vrar\u00eb, pa i hy ferr\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nj\u00eb\npopull i lodhur, i palosur nga vuajtjet,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ve\u00e7\np\u00ebr t\u00eb mbijetuar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Edhe\npinjollet pa morfologji,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Q\u00eb\nia mbajten kok\u00ebn n\u00eb duar dhe zun\u00eb karrigen e tij,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kemi\np\u00ebr t\u2019i lejuar\u2026. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

*karroc\u00eb\nkuajsh me kabin\u00eb<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

We Left, Father! (Written just after the last one left the village) Father, we left\u2026abandoned the house, A time of gypsies, the whole world live in Even we took your picture off the walls, And shut the gate with a string of tears! We left off! Ah, we left off! Razed the homeland, And we…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8710,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8708","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-intervista"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8708","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=8708"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8708\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8711,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8708\/revisions\/8711"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8710"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8708"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8708"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8708"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}