{"id":8988,"date":"2021-04-22T13:51:45","date_gmt":"2021-04-22T13:51:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8988"},"modified":"2021-04-22T13:51:45","modified_gmt":"2021-04-22T13:51:45","slug":"nje-tregim-nga-elida-rusta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8988","title":{"rendered":"Nje tregim nga Elida Rusta"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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  Z\u00e1<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tregim<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ishte ora kat\u00ebr e nji masditje t\u00eb nxeht\u00eb maji.\nDiella po bahej gati me fjete si\u00e7 bante r\u00ebndom dit\u00ebve plot rutin\u00eb t\u00eb saj. Sa m\u00eb\npak e prekte at\u00eb  t\u00eb bekuem telefon, aq\nma shum\u00eb mbushej mall. Nji zile e shkurt\u00eb n\u2019t\u00eb ia prishi prehjen. Zgjati dor\u00ebn\nme pa par\u00eb di\u00e7ka t\u00eb re.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKam ardh e du domosdo me t\u00eb takue\u201d
\nS\u2019e kishte t\u00eb rregjistruem at\u00eb num\u00ebr, prandej rr\u00ebmoi p\u00ebr t\u00eb qindtat e sekond\u00ebs\nte fotografia n\u00eb whatsapp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

U \u00e7ue n\u00eb kamb\u00eb pa e mendue dy her\u00eb. Iu ba se thirrja\nerdh prej  kat\u00ebr an\u00ebve t\u2019horizontit.\nIshte si jehon\u00eb q\u00eb kthehet mbasi ti i th\u00ebrret vetes me sa fuqi ke n\u00eb krye. E\ndinte si gjithnji  se nuk ish larg e kish\nndje n\u00eb heshtje e shpesh zgjaste duart e buz\u00ebt drejt tij. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Ku ishe deri tash? P\u00ebr \u00e7ka  dreqin erdhe me m\u2019tallazue? Se kush e tha kur\nflet me veten quhet grindje, kur flet \nme  tjer\u00eb  quhet debat. Po fliste me vete. Sillesh\nrrotull sa andej-k\u00ebtej n\u00ebp\u00ebr sht\u00ebpi tue lyp di\u00e7ka me  vesh a ndonji make up me u lye. N\u00eb  p\u00ebrgjith\u00ebsi  ishte  vajz\u00eb\n“acqua e sapone”, po at dit\u00eb donte me u  duk sa ma bukur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ndrroi  mendje. Buz\u00ebt e lyeme s\u2019jan\u00eb gati  me u puth\u00eb,- mendoi. Njashtu si ishte  zbriti me turr shkall\u00ebve mbajtun  n\u00ebp\u00ebr parmak\u00eb  si dikur shkall\u00ebve t\u00eb pallatit t\u00eb f\u00ebminis\u00eb. Ec\ne shkruej\u2026 Nji dor\u00eb n\u2019bi\u00e7iklet\u00eb e tjetr\u00ebn n\u2019telefon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKu je, me k\u00eb?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I dinte huqet e \nfjalt\u00eb  e njer\u00ebzve anipse as  pyeste fort p\u00ebr to. E mendoi qytetin e vog\u00ebl\nt\u00eb shkyem n\u00eb komplekse. Kishte hala njer\u00ebz me zinxhir n\u00eb gjak.
\nS\u2019kam asnji justifikim p\u00ebr dashnin\u00eb! – ngush\u00eblloi vedin. Askush s\u2019mundet me\nqen\u00eb mir\u00eb me tan bot\u00ebn. Lumtunia  asht  fat  ve\u00e7\ni  asaj  o atij  q\u00eb\ne ndjen. Shpejt u gjend ballas tij. U shtir gjakftoft\u00eb, po t\u00eb rrahunat e zemr\u00ebs\ni ndjeu  t\u00eb dyfishta si kamban\u00ebn e atij\nqyteti t\u00eb madh. Grue  e brisht\u00eb, e pafat,\npa takue  burr\u00eb t\u00eb bukur tash e njiqind\nvjet.  Duert  i \nkishin  djersit\u00eb  prej emocioni, ndoshta me tregue se e\nmbajn\u00eb  gjall\u00eb  flak\u00ebn e zjermit  q\u00eb \nkishte ruejt\u00eb  mbrenda tan\u2019at\u00eb\nkoh\u00eb. E ngjeshi ftyr\u00ebn p\u00ebr ftyr\u00eb t\u00eb tij, e puthi leht\u00eb n\u00eb faqe kinse po takohej\nme dik\u00eb q\u00eb e takonte p\u00ebrdit\u00eb. U pan\u00eb gjat\u00eb n\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-M\u00eb  ke\nmungue  gjat\u00eb shpirt, gati  s\u2019t\u00eb kam pas\u00eb \nkurr\u00eb! – p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti tue e  puth n\u00eb\nqaf\u00eb.  Pak von\u00eb, por jo  mos e mendue  si  dallg\u00eb\n e  dyt\u00eb  q\u00eb\n mbasi  t\u00eb ka mbyt\u00eb, me t\u00eb shtymen e  fundit t\u00eb  qet n\u00eb  breg. S\u2019ishte aq n\u00eb flak\u00eb,  po  i   p\u00ebrulet  asaj  puthje \nedhe sot. Tevona  e kuptoi se  ishte  njeri\n me fat. Tue e dasht at\u2019 krejt  burrat  i   duken  t\u00eb \nbukur. Tash asht  ma e  bukur \ndhe vet\u00eb, ma e bukur se \u00e7do qenie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ai s\u2019e p\u00ebrfytyronte kurrqysh sa shpejt e thell\u00eb\nkishte hy  njashtu hapamb\u00ebl  mbrend\u00eb \nsaj. E kishte brenda n\u00eb krye dhe e fshikullonte aq fort. Fminia, stin\u00eb\nn\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn  hecet zbath, po luante me\nDiell\u00ebn nji loj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00eblqen me e \nluejt  edhe p\u00ebr s\u2019vdekuni, nji\nloj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb ndjek hap mbas hapi e t\u00eb p\u00ebrplas gjithnji me personazhin q\u00eb e\ndishron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

U rigjet\u00ebn  mbas \naq  vitesh. Ishin puth\u00eb  n\u00eb terr dhe vinin prej nji  bote t\u00eb dhunshme po duheshin nalt nd\u00ebr maja.\nAsgja  e leht\u00eb  s\u2019asht e bukur. Jo rrall\u00eb qeshin me drit\u00ebn e\nasaj pafajsie, ndihen krenar\u00eb me gabimet, jan\u00eb \nmjeshtra t\u00eb tyre. Ka njer\u00ebz q\u00eb falin, ka  tjer\u00eb q\u00eb i d\u00ebnojn\u00eb. Pun\u00eb e madhe! Gjith\u00e7ka\nasht  fat dhe secili ka t\u00eb vetin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nd\u00ebrtuen  kadal\u00eb\nme grimca drite e zemre nji  k\u00ebshtjell\u00eb\nq\u00eb nuk e kishin nd\u00ebrtue at\u00ebher\u00eb; k\u00ebshtjell\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019ke d\u00ebshir\u00eb me e pushtue  se t\u00eb duket vetja ushtar i zoti, cinik bile .\nBeteja p\u00ebr t\u00eb  asht e bukur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Asht taman  si\npik\u00eb uji n\u00eb shkamb q\u00eb ta shuan etjen, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb t\u00eb torturon tue l\u00ebpi njashtu  gjunjzue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb telefon nji \nmesazh e shk\u00ebputi prej toke prap. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

-“Ndihem mir\u00eb q\u00eb u puth\u00ebm, jo aq mir\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019u\nputh\u00ebm si\u00e7  ti  meriton.”
\nNjashtu vinte ai  gjithher\u00eb si  prendver\u00eb \nn\u00eb jet\u00ebn e saj.  E  njajo puthja n\u00eb qaf\u00eb e mor\u2019 n\u00eb qaf\u00eb;  ajo \ntashma  ia kishte prish   zinxhirin \ne  mendimeve  dhe t\u00eb  bi\u00e7iklet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rruga e gjat\u00eb n\u00eb drejtime t\u00eb ndryshme e meritonte\nnji rreze lumtunie  t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt sado\njet\u00ebshkurt\u2019. Nika ishte burr\u00eb i  pash\u00ebm,\ni ngroht\u00eb, njer\u00ebzor,  shpesh i dyzuem.  N\u00eb fund t\u00eb fundit  burrat e sigurt\u00eb jan\u00eb  t\u00eb pjerdhun k\u00ebso toke.  S\u2019asht e leht\u00eb  me kap\u00ebrcye \ndekada e me i  hy f\u00ebminis\u00eb n\u00eb\ngji.  Mali i pikpyetjeve  asht \ni   nalt\u00eb   e i\nthikt\u00eb, ve\u00e7 kur del n\u2019maje e merr shp\u00ebrblimin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb tavolin\u00eb ishin dy njer\u00ebz q\u00eb jan\u00eb zhvillue  ndryshe, n\u00eb shtrat Diella qe e para hyjni e\nzhveshun e tij, xix\u00eb xix\u00eblloje e zbeht\u00eb,e ngroht\u00eb. Grueja q\u00eb e niste p\u00ebr han\u00eb. \u201cKam\nqejf  me t\u2019puth n\u00eb qaf\u00eb, me t\u2019ndie si pulson\nn\u2019krahnor, si m\u00eb puth e m\u00eb ban burr\u00eb. Udhrr\u00ebfyese q\u00eb ta humb rrug\u00ebn n\u00eb shtrat,\noborri asht i madh- i thoshte shpesh Nika me t\u00eb qeshun. E  donte \u00e7do centimet\u00ebr t\u00eb trupit  e  centimetrat mbrend\u00eb  tij.  Puthjet \nishin rropos\u00ebse, nuk ngopeshin kurr\u00eb me njani- tjetrin.  At dit\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb mbyllnin  panairin e ndjenjave e ngjyrave do hapnin\nrrug\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, p\u00ebrmes qershive drejt e n\u00eb and\u00ebrr; pse and\u00ebrr ishte dashnia e tyne\ne  aspak prej materie tok\u00ebsore. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ajo  lidhje i\np\u00ebrkiste nji bote t\u00eb ep\u00ebrme, rigjetje e vetvedit  t\u2019hupun, s\u2019kishte kurrfar\u00eb peshe p\u00ebr ta. Ishin\nthjesht f\u00ebmij\u00eb luenin  loj\u00eb t\u00eb rritunish.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O per\u00ebndi \u00e7far\u00eb rr\u00ebnimi historik p\u00ebsonin kur\nndaheshin prej njeni-tjetrit! Rr\u00ebnojat ma t\u00eb \nbukura n\u00eb planet. Nika mbetesh i vetmi burr\u00eb q\u00eb Diella kishte andrrue me\ne pa prap  qoft\u00eb edhe pak sekonda para\nvdekjes. Nj\u00eb burr\u00eb i till\u00eb duhej gjet  me\n\u00e7do \u00e7mim. Po hynte n\u2019nji bot\u00eb t\u00eb panjoftun me nji njeri shum\u00eb t\u2019dashtun dhe me\nndikim t\u00eb skajm\u00eb  pozitiv  te ajo. N\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tij u ba ma e qet\u00eb, e\nshpengueme n\u00eb \u00e7do fjal\u00eb. E donte aq \npakufijsh\u00ebm  sa po ta shqiptonte i\nbahej se e shnd\u00ebrronte n\u00eb deklarat\u00eb dhe e vriste.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\nDiella ishte vajz\u00eb qyteti. Ajo  lante\nrroba si nimf\u00eb buz\u00eb ujnave e mureve n\u2019nji  lum\u00eb pak metra larg hekurave t\u00eb spitalit t\u00eb\nqytetit. E njoh at vend t\u00eb trisht\u00eb. Kam pa atje lot\u00eb e trishtim ma  shum\u00eb se n\u00eb Burrel e n\u00eb Qaf\u00eb t\u00eb Barit.  E kujtoj me dy – tre motra p\u00ebr dore si varg\npatash, n\u00ebn\u00eb e bukur q\u00eb kur ishte bebe. Kjo asht shpesh e rand\u0113.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me ikjen prej \nqytetit t\u00eb  vajznis\u00eb, g\u00ebzimet   i  mbante\nlarg. Helmi q\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb  ato vite,  pa Nik\u00ebn e kishte ba pun\u00ebn e vet.  Njerzia mendojn\u00eb se hyn n\u2019kopshtin\nparajsor  tue thye  der\u00ebn. Duhet me  ta hap\u00eb i zoti o e zoja e mbretnis\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diella  s\u2019ishte\naspak epshore, e donte at loj\u00ebn hyjnore me gjinin\u00eb e kund\u00ebrt si nji lloj lidhje\nkozmogonike. S\u2019e  pranonte kurrsesi\nnji  mashkulli pa koncept shpirtnor.\nKishte  edhe do doza “sadizmi”\nndaj naiv\u00ebve i shpotiste dhe trazonte deri n\u00eb kufij t\u2019p\u00ebrbuzjes, sidomos ata: epshor\u00ebt.\nKishte intuit\u00eb se e me\u00e7me s\u2019ishte hi\u00e7.  Me\ntri fjali e kuptonte p\u00ebrtejdetin e nj\u00eb burri. Ia ngushtonte shqigjet tue ia vu  murin  kinez\nqysh her\u00ebt o e  gjuente  n\u00eb malin e harrimit.  Ata q\u00eb e meritonin i shnd\u00ebrronte n\u00eb kujtes\nt\u2019am\u00ebl, i donte, i \u00e7monte, po s\u2019ju besonte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me tesha serioze  merrte  pamjen  e  nji\nzoje t\u2019rand\u00eb mediative,\nme veshje sportive dukej \u00e7ik\u00eb,  plot\nenergji mentale. Bij\u00ebs s\u00eb shehrit i p\u00eblqente paqja e jet\u00ebs ajo e trazuemja,\nlufta e  s\u2019mir\u00ebs  kund\u00ebr t\u00eb keqes s\u2019p\u00ebrhershme. Me bot\u00ebn\ns’kishte  kurr\u00eb probleme, e\nst\u00ebrpopullueme me vedin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kjo asht jeta! \nDo s\u2019do, je n\u2019ring. Asht dikush ma i fort\u00eb se na. Quhet fat. S\u2019mundesh\nme  krijue breg shp\u00ebtimi p\u00ebr t\u00eb\nndodhun\u00ebn. Ajo  \u00e7ka ndodhi la shenjin e\nplag\u00ebs  s\u00eb  madhe \nmbrenda saj. E ka kuptue dhe beson se s\u2019asht e than\u00eb  me t\u2019dasht\u00eb njaj q\u00eb do.  Pajtohet me k\u00ebt fakt. Nuk zgjidhen t\u00eb tana\np\u00ebrndryshe do ishim robot\u00eb.  \u00c7do\nd\u00ebshir\u00eb  e mohueme bahet ma e dishrueshme,\nkot p\u00ebrpushesh si zorra n\u2019prush.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pakujdesit\u00eb jan\u00eb m\u00ebsime, e pritshm\u00ebnit\u00eb e m\u00ebdha lan\u00eb  gropa t\u2019err\u00ebta zhg\u00ebnjimi. Historit\u00eb ma\nt\u2019bukura edhe n\u00ebse s\u2019vazhdojn\u00eb, shkruhen mbrapa n\u00ebn arom\u00eb  t\u00eb kujtimeve e ndjesive. Ato shtrydhin gurin me  i    \nqit\u00eb lotin e mbas gurin ma t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb e memorizojn\u00eb me fjal\u00ebn t\u2019ndjeme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nika e Diella jan\u00eb hala  f\u00ebmij\u00eb, munden me u dasht\u00eb edhe tue i\nmungue  njeni- tjetrit.  Toka u takon t\u00eb tanve, qielli ka vend vet\u00ebm\np\u00ebr disa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tinguj jazz \nvijn\u00eb dikah  prej krahut t\u00eb  bibliotek\u00ebs s\u00eb qytetit t\u00eb madh. Imazhin e tyne\nma p\u00ebrndrit me kumtin e \u00e7ilt\u00ebr t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs mitare, letra q\u00eb Diella i kishte\nd\u00ebrgue  Nik\u00ebs:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shpirt, m\u00eb ka marr\u00eb malli!
\nTi kurr\u00eb  s\u2019ke me hike prej meje p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb,\nse  un kurr\u00eb nuk kam  me t\u2019hesht\u00eb \nn\u2019k\u00ebt zem\u00ebr.  P\u00ebr mue  nuk je burr\u00eb, je kah kam hec\u00eb  e ku jam druejt\u00eb me  hjedh\u00eb \nhapin, i njajti f\u00ebmi q\u00eb ma ndal frym\u00ebn, “negativi” i jet\u00ebs teme.\nTi nuk mundesh me ik\u00eb  pa  e vrejt\u00eb sa i bukur asht ylberi mbas shiut t\u00eb\nlotve, pa e kuptue se gjithmon\u00eb je njaty ku duhet t\u2019 ishe. Un\u00eb jam e dashtuna\njote e kjo m\u00eb asht e  mjaft\u00eb. Pak  dekik\u00eb \nkam pas pa gravitacion si kur isha n\u2019krah\u00ebt e tu. E dita  q\u00eb kam m\u2019u \ncop\u00ebtue prap, kisha nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr dhimbje. \nFrym\u00eb je, fryma q\u00eb  i  jep jet\u00eb ngurtsimit tem, kthjellt\u00eb si loti. Ti\nban nji qiell p\u00ebr mue. Sado m\u2019u \np\u00ebrpjek\u00eb  m\u2019u  shfaq   ndryshe, s\u2019mundem m\u2019u msheh\u00eb. E kam shijue  k\u00ebt jehon\u00eb t\u00eb thell\u00eb kur t\u00eb lypa  nd\u00ebr k\u00ebneta e soj\u00eb, n\u00ebp\u00ebr at\u00eb diell\n\u00e7njer\u00ebzor.  At\u00ebher\u00eb kur t\u00eb hika si ngjal\u00eb\nprej  duerve. Ji i g\u00ebzuem  q\u00eb s’t\u00eb gjeta shpirt, do ta kisha nxi jet\u00ebn!\nS’kisha gjet\u00eb  t\u2019dashtun as burr\u00eb kurr\u00eb\nma. Me nj\u00eb dashni si jona bahen filma seksi pa organe hi\u00e7, na prin truni jo\ntuli. Askush s’ka histori dashnie ma t\u00eb bukur se na. Puthja n\u2019terr na qiti\nn\u2019drit\u00eb  ma von\u00eb, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur u lava n\u00eb\nar e flak\u00eb e erdha mbi ty. As un\u00eb s\u2019e kisha besue po mos  t\u2019kishte ndodh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I me\u00e7mi jem!
\nKursema edhe nji vuajtje, ma len  nji\nbosh diku p\u00ebr ma von\u00eb! Ta dua zemr\u00ebn, at q\u00eb m\u00eb bani vend.T\u00eb kam thell\u00eb n\u00eb vedi\nsi lkur\u00ebn, s’kam \u00e7’ka baj m\u00eb! Jena puth her\u00ebt n\u2019ag t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, deri tash n\u2019muzg\nt\u00eb saj. Ti rri aq nalt n\u2019nji sfer\u00eb t\u00eb trunit tem me prendverat e luleve n\u2019sy\ndhe vjeshtat e krejt frutave n\u2019lkur\u00eb, sa dridhem.  Mos i qit uj\u00eb zjermit k\u00ebshtu! Fshiji  njata rreshta \nku je  zem\u00ebrue me mue! Ke pun\u00eb me\nba, duhet me m\u2019dasht\u00eb. Un  kam gjak\namazonash gati p\u00ebr luft\u00eb. S’po t\u00eb gjuaj p\u00ebr dashnor. M\u00eb pate premtue se ke me\nardh edhe po ra  t\u00ebrmet n\u00eb han\u00eb, se  ke me m\u2019dasht\u00eb deri sa t\u00eb shkojm\u00eb te kuarci\nyn\u00eb. Kjo m\u2019dha hijeshi e vetbesim. Siguria n\u2019gjana  p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilat isha e p\u00ebrzgjedhun m\u2019bani m\u2019u\ndiftu e fort\u00eb e mendjembledhun, me  hutue\ne me   rrejt \nvedin,  me fitue koh\u00ebn e hupun.\nAh, t\u2019kisha af\u00ebr me t\u00eb than\u00eb   sa t\u00eb due!\nKisha m\u2019u duk  tridhjet\u00eb vjet m\u00eb e re,\nidiote prap\u2019 i po fmij\u00eb.  Kisha\ndasht\u00eb  mos me ken\u00eb  njaq p\u00ebrjetuese, se m\u2019vjen  me mbajt\u00eb barr\u00eb  t\u00eb rand\u00eb n\u2019shpirt. Njerzit e kuptojn\u00eb von\u00eb\n\u00e7ka hupin. E di sa i lodhun je dhe ti, un\u00eb t\u00eb njoh e  m\u00eb shkojn\u00eb lot\u00ebt n\u00eb zguer s\u00eb mbrendshmi. E\nmarrt\u00eb dreqi teknologjin\u00eb! N\u2019ekran  ftyra\njote ma hjek \u00e7do d\u00ebshir\u00eb me t\u2019humb. N\u00eb tru m\u00eb ka hip\u00eb di\u00e7ka shpartalluese si\naroma e trupit tand. Mos m\u2019hik nd\u00ebr mendime sa koh\u00eb mundena  me ken\u00eb bashk\u00eb shpirt! Ti m\u00eb shk\u00ebpute prej\ntoke, barnave e s\u00ebmundjeve. Mb\u00ebshtetu n\u00eb gjoksin tem e pusho, m\u00eb duhesh p\u00ebr\nshpirtin.  Pshtuem \u00e7ka mund\u00ebm.  Liria m’i v\u00eb prangat, asnji furtun\u00eb s\u2019m\u00eb\nzhvendos.  Eja puthena prap njashtu\nbukur, k\u00ebshtjella s\u2019asht larg. Un\u00eb s\u2019hiki prej kopshti edhe n\u2019ardhsh  i vdekun. S’kam gjyqe me ty,  ve\u00e7 pak parajs\u00eb t\u00eb humbun. T\u2019kam t\u00eb vetmen\ndrit\u00eb prej kur isha f\u00ebmij\u00eb. T\u00eb di kalor\u00ebs, burr\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb do. Burr\u00eb?  Jo! P\u00ebr mue  s\u2019je burr\u00eb, burr\u00eb zemre je ti. Je frym\u00ebzim,\nmetafora  jeme, fminia jeme. S\u2019mundem me\nt\u2019harrue, tjerat i zgjidh. Je tjet\u00ebr drit\u00eb qielli p\u00ebr mue. Ti m\u2019djeg, m\u2019ujit.\nLe t\u2019na sh\u00ebrbej\u00eb kjo koh\u00eb si p\u00ebrc\u00ebllim! \nDisa  gjana  duhet me i besue p\u00ebr  me \ni  kap\u00ebrcye.
\nAndej- k\u00ebtej sh\u00ebtisim t\u00eb tan pa g\u00ebzime, pa rrug\u00eb, pa asgja. E keqja asht se nuk\nna mund as rrena e and\u00ebrrt. Sa p\u00ebr mir\u00eb mendojm\u00eb, aq ma shum\u00eb na vret e\nv\u00ebrteta. “T\u00eb tret\u00ebt” jan\u00eb mikrobe n\u00eb arteriet e bot\u00ebs. Ata, jet\u00eb e\nmot kan\u00eb ken\u00eb si materia – t\u00eb paasgjesuesh\u00ebm. Tjet\u00ebrsohen, por nuk zhbahen.
\nUn\u00eb humba n\u00eb planetin roz\u00eb t\u2019k\u00ebtyne dy njerzve t\u00eb bukur\nq\u00eb enden qiejve si zogj t\u00eb dehun.
\nDiella \u00ebsht\u00eb rritur njaq sa me mbet\u00eb  f\u00ebmij\u00eb\ni adhuruesh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  Z\u00e1 Tregim Ishte ora kat\u00ebr e nji masditje t\u00eb nxeht\u00eb maji. Diella po bahej gati me fjete si\u00e7 bante r\u00ebndom dit\u00ebve plot rutin\u00eb t\u00eb saj. Sa m\u00eb pak e prekte at\u00eb  t\u00eb bekuem telefon, aq ma shum\u00eb mbushej mall. Nji zile e shkurt\u00eb n\u2019t\u00eb ia prishi prehjen. Zgjati dor\u00ebn me pa par\u00eb di\u00e7ka t\u00eb re.…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8989,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8988","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-proze"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8988","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=8988"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8988\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8990,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8988\/revisions\/8990"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8988"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8988"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8988"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}