{"id":891,"date":"2012-05-25T01:42:02","date_gmt":"2012-05-25T01:42:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=891"},"modified":"2012-05-25T01:42:35","modified_gmt":"2012-05-25T01:42:35","slug":"poezi-nga-julia-gjika","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=891","title":{"rendered":"Poezi nga Julia Gjika"},"content":{"rendered":"


\n\"\"<\/a>SI NE SHPERTHIMET E MARSIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ai ka filluar t\u00eb mungoj\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Dashuria, shall\u2019 i ngroht\u00eb shpirtin mb\u00ebshtjell,<\/p>\n

me mollza gishtash, q\u00eb pikojn\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00eblsi mjalti.<\/p>\n

Tik -taku i zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, mbush zbrazd\u00ebsin\u00eb perreth.<\/p>\n

Zemra ime d\u00ebgjon me \u00ebndje,<\/p>\n

dhe b\u00ebn frym\u00ebmarje t\u00eb thell\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ai ka filluar t\u00eb largohet lart\u00ebsive, si nj\u00eb re,<\/p>\n

Por gjithmon\u00eb mbetet brenda meje.<\/p>\n

Syt\u00eb e mij e arijn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

L\u00ebkura e ndjen.<\/p>\n

Kockat, mishi, gjaku, gjith\u00eb qenia ime,<\/p>\n

p\u00ebrcjellin k\u00ebng\u00ebn e re.<\/p>\n

Bleron l\u00ebndin\u2019 e kujtimeve<\/p>\n

Si n\u00eb fillim,<\/p>\n

Si n\u00eb shperthimet e Marsit.<\/p>\n

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Po t\u00eb bie nj\u00eb dit\u00eb diku n\u00eb livadhet<\/p>\n

A n\u00eb shkrepa malesh<\/p>\n

Ku zoterojne kafsh\u00ebt,<\/p>\n

Jam e sigurt\u00eb<\/p>\n

Nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb han\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Do t\u00eb m\u00eb ftojn\u00eb t\u2019u b\u00ebj shoq\u00ebri.<\/p>\n

Tani njer\u00ebzit jan\u00eb t\u00eb uritur<\/p>\n

Kopes\u00eb s\u00eb tyre i ruhem,<\/p>\n

Se kush e di??<\/p>\n

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GRA TE MUNDUARA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Si mund t\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtojn\u00eb burrat?<\/p>\n

Ku t\u2019a gjejn\u00eb forc\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb grisur ligjin?<\/p>\n

dhe traditat q\u00eb jan\u00eb kund\u00ebr tyre?<\/p>\n

Rr\u00ebnkimi k\u00ebrkon krah\u00eb, krah\u00eb shqiponje<\/p>\n

Nata e mij\u00ebvjecar\u00ebve i ka p\u00ebrpir\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Kan\u00eb humbur, p\u00ebrbuzja u ka mohuar gjumin<\/p>\n

Me sy n\u00eb tavanin q\u00eb u merr frym\u00ebn<\/p>\n

k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb nj\u00eb cope qiell.<\/p>\n

Ato nuk kan\u00eb em\u00ebr, as te drejta, as pron\u00eb, as z\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Nga catit\u00eb ku derdhen lot\u00eb<\/p>\n

D\u00ebgjohet e qara efoshnjave<\/p>\n

Grat\u00eb e munduara<\/p>\n

rrojn\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb pushuar t\u00eb qarat e foshnjave<\/p>\n

Mb\u00ebshtetur t\u00eb vogjlit pas gjirit, ngjitur lekur\u00ebs<\/p>\n

luan syri, drita e tyre<\/p>\n

Qum\u00ebshti p\u00ebrcillet me vrull<\/p>\n

Tavani i dhomave p\u00ebrdhese b\u00ebhet nj\u00eb cope qiell<\/p>\n

Grat\u00eb e munduara dallojn\u00ebn\u00eb mes t\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00ebs paqen e foshnjave<\/p>\n

Burrat u hedhin acid dhe u djegin fytyren.<\/p>\n

Ato t\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebruarat deri n\u00eb kock\u00eb<\/p>\n

Si mund t\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtojn\u00eb burrat?<\/p>\n

T\u2019i bien murrit me kok\u00eb?<\/p>\n

Z\u00ebri i tyre nuk numurohet<\/p>\n

Edhe pse n\u00eb shekullin e 21 jetojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ato din\u00eb t\u00eb ruajn\u00eb gjakftoht\u00ebsin\u00eb,<\/p>\n

T\u00eb mos tremben n\u00ebn percen e injoranc\u00ebs<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb I ka mbajtur peng n\u00eb shekuj.<\/p>\n

D\u00ebnesae shurdh\u00ebr ka gjetur shtegun<\/p>\n

Sepse egziston nj\u00eb Zot udh\u00ebrr\u00ebfyes, gjykat\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n

Ato besojn\u00eb n\u00eb pranver\u00ebn q\u00eb ka l\u00ebshuar sythe<\/p>\n

E nes\u00ebrmja po vjen, m\u00eb e bukur se e sotmja<\/p>\n

Thot\u00eb fytyra e nj\u00eb \u00ebngj\u00eblli<\/p>\n

Me emrin Rokhsana<\/p>\n

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NE BASSANO DEL GRAPPA, ITALI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Qyteza Bassano m\u00eb kujtoi Gjinokastr\u00ebn,<\/p>\n

nga rrug\u00ebt me kalldr\u00ebm.<\/p>\n

Dyqanet n\u00eb katet e par\u00eb t\u00eb sht\u00ebpive,<\/p>\n

ballkonet n\u00eb katet e dyt\u00eb, mbushur me m\u00ebllagat e kuqe.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb sheshin kryesor t\u00eb tipit venecian t\u00eb shekujve t\u00eb kaluar,<\/p>\n

Ecte e g\u00ebzuar nj\u00eb turm\u00eb burrash e djem t\u00eb rinj<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb djalosh mes tyre, i bindej turm\u00ebs<\/p>\n

e shtynin, e goditnin me p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00eb ku t\u00eb mundnin,<\/p>\n

burrat e moshuar i binin me thup\u00ebr.<\/p>\n

Djaloshi capitej i lodhur, e nuk nxirte z\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Pothuaj i cveshur n\u00ebn nj\u00eb vel t\u00eb holl\u00eb, ngjante ireal<\/p>\n

I dallohej skuqja e mishit n\u00eb pulp\u00ebt dhe kofsh\u00ebt.<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb kryq druri, sa gjat\u00ebsia e trupit mbante mbi shpin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen do te ish dasma e tij.<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrsa kjo, ish\u2019 mbremje e \u201ctortur\u00ebs\u201d,<\/p>\n

sipas ritit t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr shum\u00eb shekullor, deri n\u00eb dit\u00ebt e sotme.<\/p>\n

Turma, e dasmor\u00ebve dhe kalimtar\u00ebve kureshtare,<\/p>\n

i kujtonin me k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulje, se djaleria e tij po shkon.<\/p>\n

Se kjo mbr\u00ebmje do t\u2019ja merrte me \u201cdhun\u00eb\u201d.<\/p>\n

Po mbyllej dita.<\/p>\n

Ujrat e lumit Brenta shkisnin n\u00ebn vezullime,<\/p>\n

troftat notonin t\u00eb shastisura nga zhurmat.<\/p>\n

V\u00ebshtrimet kthyer drejt Urr\u00ebs d\u2019 Alpini.<\/p>\n

Ku do te cfaqej finalja.<\/p>\n

Kur turma arriti p\u00ebrmbi urr\u00eb,<\/p>\n

djaloshi dukej i mbaruar, rraskapitur,<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrsa urra e t\u00eb dashuruarve, sic e quajn\u00eb vendasit,<\/p>\n

ushtonte nga z\u00ebrat,<\/p>\n

si t\u00eb ishin mbledhur gjith\u2019 zogjt\u00eb e qiellit,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb nj\u00eb cucuritje fantastike, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb vendim:<\/p>\n

Burr\u00ebris\u00eb po i hapej udha!<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrsa e v\u00ebshtroja k\u00ebt\u00eb pamje magjepse,<\/p>\n

nga larg p\u00ebrtej atyre maleve vinte nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb e njohur:<\/p>\n

\u201cDigje moj goce digje,<\/p>\n

Shamin\u00eb e beqarit-o\u201d.<\/p>\n

E p\u00ebrcillnin ujrat e Mesdheut,<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr t\u00eb bucitur nga akustika e urr\u00ebs me tavan druri mbuluar,<\/p>\n

q\u00eb i ngjante nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpie me banor\u00eb nga bota,<\/p>\n

t\u00eb bashkuar n\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb t\u00eb njohur.<\/p>\n

Djaloshi nga Bassano, drejt altarit shkonte,<\/p>\n

mbi shpin\u00eb ngarkuar mundimin,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb nj\u00eb premtim solemn,<\/p>\n

p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn q\u00eb t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen n\u00eb cift fillonte.<\/p>\n

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AI PO FLE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Kushtuar vellait tim te dashur qe u nda nga jeta aksidentalisht 20 vjet perpara<\/p>\n

Nganj\u00ebher\u00eb kujtimet vin\u00eb me shpejt\u00ebsi<\/p>\n

Si shpejt\u00ebsia e er\u00ebs,<\/p>\n

kur ngre grumbuj gjethet e vjesht\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb vijne n\u00eb sy, \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebnga emallit, k\u00ebndohet<\/p>\n

nga z\u00ebra q\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb pran\u00eb teje.<\/p>\n

V\u00eblla, ti nuk e di sa larg kam shkuar, prapa diellit!<\/p>\n

Por sot m\u00eb gjete, erdhe me nj\u00eb frym\u00eb<\/p>\n

si at\u00ebhere kur ktheheshe nga shkolla, n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e gjyshes.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb maj\u00eb t\u00eb gishtave hyje pa u ndjer\u00eb n\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ku ajo ulur n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb pran\u00eb sob\u00ebs,<\/p>\n

shikonte lakrorin n\u00eb furr\u00eb, tek piqej.<\/p>\n

Ti i zgidhje p\u00ebrpar\u00ebsen,<\/p>\n

tek ngrihej me p\u00ebrtese, i binte p\u00ebrdhe<\/p>\n

e n\u00ebp\u00ebr k\u00ebmb\u00eb i ngat\u00ebrrohej.<\/p>\n

Dit\u00ebshkurt\u00ebr! – t\u00eb thosh, ku je?<\/p>\n

Pas kurrizit t\u00eb saj, s\u2019e mbaje t\u00eb qeshur\u00ebn<\/p>\n

Asaj i dilnin nga syt\u00eb lot\u00eb, lot\u00eb gazi.<\/p>\n

Keshtu sot pa undjere erdhe tek une<\/p>\n

Te me sjellesh lote malli<\/p>\n

Tani atje n\u00eb at\u00eb qytet t\u00eb vog\u00eblq\u00eb na riti,<\/p>\n

ka ardhur s\u00ebrish pranvera.<\/p>\n

Mbi kalldr\u00ebmet e l\u00ebmuara,<\/p>\n

l\u00ebvrin I blerte bari .<\/p>\n

Kujtimi yt, hyn n\u00eb sh\u00ebtitjet e mbr\u00ebmjes,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb bulevardin q\u00eb dehet n\u00eb er\u00eb bliri.<\/p>\n

Me humorin t\u00ebnd qeshin yjet.<\/p>\n

Ka kaluar koh\u00eb e gjat\u00eb.<\/p>\n

K\u00ebnga e gjetheve,<\/p>\n

M\u00eb sjell f\u00ebshf\u00ebritjen e pardesys\u00eb t\u00ebnde t\u00eb leht\u00eb<\/p>\n

f\u00ebsh- f\u00ebsh<\/p>\n

q\u00eb e kishe bler\u00eb 200 lek\u00eb, me rrog\u00ebn e par\u00eb<\/p>\n

Fryn flladPrilli.<\/p>\n

Breron shi i im\u00ebt si ai m\u00ebngjes.<\/p>\n

Ishe mjaft i ri p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar.<\/p>\n

ndaj nuk t\u00eb dor\u00ebzohej kollaj zemra.<\/p>\n

Z\u00ebri i n\u00ebn\u00ebs ka mbetur tek ne<\/p>\n

e bindur thosh,<\/p>\n

apo p\u00ebr t\u00eb na qet\u00ebsuar: Aipo fle!<\/p>\n

Shtat\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb kish hyr\u00eb Prilli.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

NJE BURRE SHTETI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nj\u00eb burr\u00eb shtetinuk i shkon fytyra e ngrysur.<\/p>\n

Jo vet\u00ebm nga fotografia duhet t\u00eb buz\u00ebqesh\u00eb.<\/p>\n

I qeshur nga natyra duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Urt\u00ebsin\u00eb e p\u00ebrcjellin fytyrat e qeshura.<\/p>\n

Burri i shtetit mbahet mend,<\/p>\n

kur t\u00eb prek qoft\u00eb dhe me nj\u00eb moll\u00ebz\u00eb t\u00eb gishtit,<\/p>\n

Si gruaja me fluks gjaku n\u00eb Bib\u00ebl, preku veshjen e Krishtit<\/p>\n

dhe morri fuqi.<\/p>\n

Pastaj kur k\u00ebndojn\u00eb si Barak Obama,<\/p>\n

Kengen Let\u2019 stay together, te Al Green<\/p>\n

I\u2019m so in love with you,<\/p>\n

Burri ishtetit \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb me popullin e tij.<\/p>\n

Kjombahet mend dhe hyn n\u00eb histori.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr detaje t\u00eb vogla n\u00eb dukje flasim<\/p>\n

Burri i shtetit kur ka fytyr\u00ebn behar,<\/p>\n

populli beson se ushqehet shpresa e madhe.<\/p>\n

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ME THUAJ<\/strong><\/p>\n

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N\u00eb se banon n\u00eb qytetin ku celin tr\u00ebndafilat,<\/p>\n

Oborret e sht\u00ebpive rrethuar me kangjella<\/p>\n

rrug\u00ebt me kalldr\u00ebm t\u00eb nxjerin n\u00eb bulevardin e madh,<\/p>\n

q\u00eb kund\u00ebrmon nga lulja e blirit.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb thuaj,<\/p>\n

Ver\u00ebs a t\u00eb vij?<\/p>\n

T\u00eb prekim dhe t\u00eb d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb muzik\u00ebn e mbr\u00ebmjes,<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb ka sh\u00ebtitur e sh\u00ebtit n\u00eb ato rrugica.<\/p>\n

Me thuaj<\/p>\n

se je atje dhe me pr\u00eat e un\u00eb do t\u00eb vij me nj\u00eb frym\u00eb,<\/p>\n

T\u00eb gjejm\u00eb f\u00ebminin\u00eb q\u00eb pas la lodrat p\u00ebr t\u00eb tjer\u00eb,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb qytetin me emrinParizi i vog\u00ebl.<\/p>\n

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ATJE E KISH SHTRATIN PRANVERA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pranvera \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo,<\/p>\n

me hap t\u00eb p\u00ebrc\u00eblluar vjen sot.<\/p>\n

Ka luftra n\u00ebp\u00ebr bot\u00eb,<\/p>\n

ka shkelur n\u00ebp\u00ebr hirin e nxeht\u00eb<\/p>\n

mbetur nga zjarre terroristesh.<\/p>\n

Vjen ngadal\u00eb,<\/p>\n

si \u00ebndrra q\u00eb e shohim n\u00eb prag m\u00ebngjesi.<\/p>\n

Fytyr\u00eb \u00ebngj\u00ebllore me ngjyra qiellore,<\/p>\n

ajo vjen t\u00eb na bekoj\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Drur\u00ebt e moc\u00ebm te cveshur,<\/p>\n

tregojn\u00eb lekur\u00ebn ku theksohen vitet.<\/p>\n

Shtepia ime e f\u00ebminis\u00eb larg p\u00ebrtej oqeanit<\/p>\n

kund\u00ebrmon nga lulja e majit.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb duket se atje kam q\u00ebn\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb,<\/p>\n

por ne mendje kam vet\u00ebm m\u00ebngjeset n\u00eb dim\u00ebr<\/p>\n

Kur soditja her\u00ebt nga dritarja,<\/p>\n

rrug\u00ebn e mbuluar nga bora dhe qet\u00ebsia.<\/p>\n

Pastaj dit\u00ebn kur mbushej nga zer\u00ebt e f\u00ebmijeve,<\/p>\n

q\u00eb r\u00ebshqisnin me ski tat\u00ebpjet\u00eb rrugic\u00ebs<\/p>\n

e qeshura e Kozet\u00ebs dhe Ladit,<\/p>\n

kur Rikoja i hidhte n\u00eb mes t\u00eb pirgut med\u00ebbor\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ato z\u00ebra t\u00eb lumtur,<\/p>\n

si bardh\u00ebsia e atyre dit\u00ebve q\u00eb kan\u00eb mbetur pas m\u00eb pushtojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Atje lul\u00ebzonlulja e Majit, dor\u00ebzonja i thon\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Tori, miku im me flok\u00eb g\u00ebshtenj\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb,<\/p>\n

Por lehjet e tij i kam n\u00eb vesh.<\/p>\n

Sa e bukur ishte ajo sht\u00ebpi<\/p>\n

dhe k\u00ebnga e udh\u00ebs sime.<\/p>\n

Atje e kish shtratin pranvera<\/p>\n

ngrihej prej andej, p\u00ebr ti dh\u00ebn\u00eb bot\u00ebs gjelb\u00ebrim.<\/p>\n

Atje vatra e ngroht\u00eb, atje djepi im.<\/p>\n

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ENDRRA E NJE BURRI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Hajkos i p\u00eblqen t\u00eb pikturoj\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Akoma s\u2019ka gjetur vend n\u00eb pikturat e tij,<\/p>\n

endrra e babait.<\/p>\n

Hajko nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes e la Amerik\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

Iku n\u00eb Europ\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Sot \u00ebsht\u00eb endacaku dyzetvjevar,<\/p>\n

pasi sh\u00ebtiti Amerik\u00ebn Q\u00ebndrore,<\/p>\n

at\u00eb Latine, si u thek n\u00eb Karraibe,<\/p>\n

u p\u00ebrhumb n\u00eb vendet nordike.<\/p>\n

Nj\u00ebher\u00eb u b\u00eb me krah\u00eb,<\/p>\n

kur pa \u00ebndrr\u00ebn e tij,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e re buz\u00eb lumit.<\/p>\n

Mir\u00ebnjohja puthi duart e prind\u00ebrve,<\/p>\n

Zbukuroi catin\u00eb me drita n\u00eb prag t\u00eb krishtlindjeve.<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn pem\u00eb vendosi dhuratat sekrete,<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr motr\u00ebn Erik\u00eb, mbes\u00ebn tre vjece Sabin\u00eb,<\/p>\n

p\u00ebr partneren Matild\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Cokollata p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Kur treni fishkelleu her\u00ebt nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes,<\/p>\n

u kujtua p\u00ebr udh\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Iku n\u00eb kerkim t\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebs s\u00eb nj\u00eb burri,<\/p>\n

pa dh\u00ebn\u00eb mjaft dashuri,<\/p>\n

q\u00eb kurr\u00eb s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb mjaft,<\/p>\n

Iku larg.<\/p>\n

Mbriti atje nga ish nisur i jati, djal\u00eb nj\u00ebzet vjecar.<\/p>\n

Hajko n\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebs s\u00eb babait dy her\u00eb u plak.<\/p>\n

Kur t\u2019i bej\u00eb vend n\u00eb pikturat e tij,<\/p>\n

Babai nuk do t\u00eb jet\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019a duartrokitur.<\/p>\n

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KENGA E EMIGRANTIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

KUSHTUAR K.K<\/p>\n

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Nuk e di c\u2019u b\u00ebn\u00eb syt\u00eb e n\u00ebn\u00ebs,<\/p>\n

Fytyra e bukur,<\/p>\n

Duart q\u00eb mblidhnin radhiqen e Marsit,<\/p>\n

Lutjet e saj n\u00eb muzg.<\/p>\n

Apo duart ebabait,<\/p>\n

q\u00eb ndiznin qirinj n\u00ebp\u00ebr kisha,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb qytetin e 40 shenjtor\u00ebve<\/p>\n

sa hapej dita.<\/p>\n

Do doja t\u00eb vdisja aty,<\/p>\n

por jam i huaj p\u00ebr at\u00eb dhe tani.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb nj\u00eb tok\u00eb t\u00eb huaj, nga malli vuaj.<\/p>\n

Ky ishte nd\u00ebshkimi i udh\u00ebs s\u00eb gjat\u00eb.<\/p>\n

E mora kur isha k\u00ebrthi,<\/p>\n

mbi shpin\u00eb si kryqi iKrishtit m\u00eb ri .<\/p>\n

Djal\u00ebrin\u00eb time nuk e pan\u00eb as prinderit, as t\u00eb af\u00ebrmit.<\/p>\n

As z\u00ebrin tim nuk ma d\u00ebgjuan.<\/p>\n

K\u00ebndova n\u00eb shum\u00eb gjuh\u00eb t\u00eb bot\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Me vehte gjuh\u00ebn e n\u00ebn\u00ebs fola.<\/p>\n

Tani mezi e kujtoj castin,<\/p>\n

At\u00eb cast kur i ktheva kurrizin detit t\u00eb dashurive.<\/p>\n

Nuk di c\u2019u b\u00ebn\u00eb syt\u00eb e n\u00ebn\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Duart e m\u00ebdha t\u00eb babait, c\u2019u b\u00ebn\u00eb s\u2019e di.<\/p>\n

Si n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00ebnd\u00ebrr m\u00eb vjen k\u00ebnga e val\u00ebve.<\/p>\n

B\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb prek\u00eb e dot s\u2019m\u00eb arrin.<\/p>\n

Saranda, parajsa e bot\u00ebs, t\u00eb vdisja aty.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb lotin e er\u00ebs dalloj t\u00eb qar\u00ebn e n\u00ebn\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Pul\u00ebbardhat mbajn\u00eb peng mallin e saj.<\/p>\n

I vet\u00ebm jam, si n\u00eb nj\u00eb qeli.<\/p>\n

M\u00ebmbytin kujtimet q\u00eb nuk shuhen.<\/p>\n

O njer\u00ebs, vuajtja ime \u00ebsht\u00eb e thell\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Po t\u00eb mallkoni ndonj\u00eb, q\u00eb ua ka sjell\u00eb n\u00eb maj\u00eb t\u00eb hund\u00ebs,<\/p>\n

I thoni mbetsh pa Atdhe<\/p>\n

si un\u00eb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

KUR SHEMBESHIN LISAT<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Juve ju denonin dhe ne na detyronin te duartrokisnim denimin tuaj.<\/p>\n

Sollzhenicin<\/p>\n

Nga thirrje histerike,<\/p>\n

Tronditej pylli deri n\u00eb rr\u00ebnj\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Dridhej i t\u00ebri.<\/p>\n

Strukej natyra nga dhimbja.<\/p>\n

Koh\u00eb kur sh\u00ebmbeshin lisat.<\/p>\n

Kur njer\u00ebs urdh\u00ebronin njer\u00ebs t\u00eb vrisnin njer\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Njer\u00ebs t\u00eb detyruar nga njer\u00ebs,<\/p>\n

duartrokisnin vras\u00ebsit njer\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Kur sh\u00ebmbeshin lisat,<\/p>\n

qielli pa sh\u00ebmtin\u00ebe krimit<\/p>\n

dhemadh\u00ebshtin\u00eb e lisit.<\/p>\n

Akoma ka turma t\u00eb atij sistemi<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb ushqejn\u00eb ate system te zi<\/p>\n

mehisteriz\u00ebm ?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

GRATE E DIKTATOREVE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Grat\u00eb e diktator\u00ebve<\/p>\n

nuk shkojn\u00eb kollaj nga parajsa e humbur.<\/p>\n

Me duar plot,<\/p>\n

duke b\u00ebr\u00eb grabitjet e fundit,<\/p>\n

hiqen zvarr\u00eb- zvarr\u00eb.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrball\u00eb tyre mbyllen portat,<\/p>\n

portat e jet\u00ebs mbyllen.<\/p>\n

Rrokullim\u00ebn marrin,<\/p>\n

n\u00eb hicin e braktisjes, n\u00eb terr.<\/p>\n

Mallkuar nga varf\u00ebria e popullit q\u00eb therret:<\/p>\n

Ne kemi fituar!<\/p>\n

Ato akoma rruajn\u00eb aft\u00ebsin\u00eb e t\u00eb dukurit.<\/p>\n

\u201cTr\u00ebndafili i shkret\u00ebtirr\u00ebs\u201d<\/p>\n

K\u00ebrkon duartrokitje,<\/p>\n

q\u00eb askush n\u00eb bot\u00eb nuk i jep m\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Kjo p\u00ebr to \u00ebsht\u00eb tjet\u00ebr vdekje.<\/p>\n

Vdekje e p\u00ebrditshme.<\/p>\n

Vehtja g\u00ebrryen vehten,<\/p>\n

duke filluar tek syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ku me shpejt\u00ebsi fiket cdo gj\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Kush jeni ju tani?<\/p>\n

Ku Zoti do q\u00eb t\u00eb jeni?<\/p>\n

Agonia pyet pa marr\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Prill, Maj 2012<\/em><\/p>\n


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