{"id":8712,"date":"2020-11-15T19:43:48","date_gmt":"2020-11-15T19:43:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8712"},"modified":"2020-11-15T19:43:48","modified_gmt":"2020-11-15T19:43:48","slug":"vjollca-mustafa-poezi-per-konkursin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8712","title":{"rendered":"VJOLLCA MUSTAFA – Poezi per konkursin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Athine, Greci<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shpervjelun kam manget e kmishes se bardh<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Per me te mbajt ma mir ne dor, a noshta\nkalibac… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Du me te mbajt nalt se tutem se me bjen ne tok\n.. .., <\/p>\n\n\n\n

e ne tok ka shum terr e trishtem se s\u2019te gjej\nma.. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Po t\u2019qoj te shijosh ngjyren e perjetesise <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne det nuk bahet nate asnjiher.,. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kso vakti dalin sirenat me bishtaleca sa bregu\nE lidhin anijet.. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

per mos me prish qetsin e ishullit te lasht sa\ntoka Rri me mue … <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Serish\u2026\n<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me lind serish.. por me mbaj ATJE! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej diejve qe zhgenjejne dimrin <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej mengjeseve qe percjellin henen <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej maleve qe supet tendojne <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej bredhave qe nga akujt rendojne <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej ererave qe mitet enderrojne <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej tokes qe lengon e shitur <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej pleqve, te rinj e te mitur <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej meje e ikur aq larg <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej nenes qe me pret ne prag <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej fjales e beses se dhene <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej ofshamave qe frymen me nxene <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej shekujsh qe te linden te paren ne toke <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej Dardaneve me diell mbi koke <\/p>\n\n\n\n

ertej deshires se do kthej nje dite <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej zerave qe mbeshtjellin nje drite <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej enderres se do vije nje dite Qe edhe\ncicerimat.. do te jene shqip<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pertej gjithshkaje.. je Ti Atdhe Me lind\nserish..por me mbaj ATJE <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Koh\u00eb ndryshe<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dielli zbehej dale – ngadale <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne qytetin e dritave ne Paris <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Studente isha sapo mbaruar dekaden e dyte <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tek enderrat mbeshteteshin shpresat <\/p>\n\n\n\n

E deshirat shembellenin me syte <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ate pasdite tetori kaloja si e humbur<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne Champs Elysses me hapin e shpejte <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Te pashe si ne ikje nje minut te ngriva <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne ekranin e mendjes me mbete i shenjte <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Koka luhatej pas duke ndjekur ty <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stina pariziane te shkonte per shtat <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Syte shkembyem vetem per nje cast <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nje shekull me zgjati sikur nje sahat <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nje shenje te bera, si nje fishkellime <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne rrugen me kalldrem tregova shtepine <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ti qeshe ashtu si fisnik krenar Te pyeta..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mos je edhe Ti Shqipetar? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nje pohim i qarte erdhi plot deshir <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nga te kam moj vajze me qehren e mir? \u2013 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Une Jam Dardane .. nga truall i bekuar \u2013 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Te njoha nga larg ( tha si I hutuar) <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sa shekuj kane kaluar qe atehere <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Une e ti bashke ndertojme cati <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne Ballkan, Europe kemi plot femi Toka e begate\nu be Iliri<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bijes\nDardane<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Datlindja ime eshte ulur mbi bredha <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

E krenare qendron nder male <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku vitet nuk shtegetojne <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku rruget gjarperojne <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku ikjet jane te rrenshme <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku ererat jan te mencme <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku rriten fisnike e trima <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku fjala jeshilon sa bima <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku uji pihet ne grusht <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku Maji esht mbeshtet ne Gusht <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku fiset mbahen prej nderit <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku parajsa I bie shuplake ferrit <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku me burra krenohet historia <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku kam mbjell kenget e mia <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku i ri mbetesh per here <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku bujaria lulezon der me der <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku baca ne vetull ka besen <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku lokja ne shami lidh shpresen <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atje ku jam e do jem perher <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bije e DARDANEVE e gjith kombit NDER<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne\nPrage <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nder mend me qendron Ai Shkurt i Prages <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I mbushur me keshtjella dhe lageshtire <\/p>\n\n\n\n

E vizituam bashke ne vitin dymije <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne trup te rritur, ne mendje femije <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turistet e quanin \u201c qyteti i Arte \u201c <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jo pa arsye, por se keshtu ngjante <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Per rrugicat e shtruara te tera me kalldrem <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Per uren Carls, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

qe perqafim na mbante Ky Xhevahir i Europes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

dhe kaq romantik Pershkonte tek ne, stinen e perrallave <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sa here servirte peisazhe mbreslenese <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I ashtuquajturi \u201c qyteti i njeqind majave \u201c <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shpirti me ngrohet, mendja fluturon <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne kryeqytetin e njemije spiraleve <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Muziken, kercimin, filmin dhe teatrin <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I mbaj me vete, ne jeten reale. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Praga, protagoniste ne romanet e Franz Kafkes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

E ne imazhin tim, magjik dhe atraktiv <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne enderra percapen ne shume dimensione <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Historia dhe legjenda, mbartin shpirtin pasiv! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gjethja\n <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gjethja e dushkut <\/p>\n\n\n\n

ka nanteqind tonet e kafes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ka treqind tonet e vishnjes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

E disa t\u2019portokallit <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Damaret e gjethes jan si zjarmi kur shkimet <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bishti i saj asht si hini i mbetun von n\u2019mesnat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gjethja e dushkut kur irritohet bahet kacurrele <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Skutash mshehet per mos me e shkel <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qizmja qi hec pa ba hesap ekzistencen e saj.. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tana vjeshtat e jet\u2019s teme i kam rujt ne nji ditar qe\nmbeshtjellej me nji kapak ngjyr toket… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

E cdo flet mban eren e mykut qi len ajo gjethe <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kur shinat i drejtojn \u201c kacurrelat \u201c <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hajt ma se boll u lodha tuj i ba anatomine gjethes, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

por kshtu asht kur rritesh mes dushqesh <\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u2019pelqen me i kndue gjethes qe asht si toka <\/p>\n\n\n\n

RILINDJE<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyteti\nim <\/strong>\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyteti im shembellen me Vjollce <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dhe me te sajat petale <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kur hena kredhet mbi liqen <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kur nata prek te hijshmet male <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyteti im nuk eshte qytet <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Por nje orkester me instrumente <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sa kenge kam shkruar per ate freski <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Per bredhat e saj me hijen mente <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyteti im nuk eshte ne harte <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eshte kopsa e palltos me ngjyre te arte <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qe me deshiron me perkujdesje <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne fytyre me vesh me te gjeren buzeqeshje <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyteti im fshehur mes pyjesh <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me eshte oaz i qetesise <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Atdhe qe lind vetem fisnike <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fole e ngrohte e bujarise<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Athine, Greci Shpervjelun kam manget e kmishes se bardh Per me te mbajt ma mir ne dor, a noshta kalibac… Du me te mbajt nalt se tutem se me bjen ne tok .. .., e ne tok ka shum terr e trishtem se s\u2019te gjej ma.. Po t\u2019qoj te shijosh ngjyren e perjetesise Ne det…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8713,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8712","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\/8712","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=8712"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8712\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8714,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8712\/revisions\/8714"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8712"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8712"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8712"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}