{"id":9335,"date":"2021-09-26T20:46:59","date_gmt":"2021-09-26T20:46:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9335"},"modified":"2021-09-26T20:46:59","modified_gmt":"2021-09-26T20:46:59","slug":"poezi-nga-vjollca-mustafa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9335","title":{"rendered":"Poezi nga VJOLLCA MUSTAFA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"160\" height=\"120\" src=\"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/vjollca-mustafa.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-9336\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n<p>VJOLLCA MUSTAFA<\/p>\n<p>-Fol<\/p>\n<p>Fol .. thuaj dicka<br \/>\nFol&#8230; vetem mos qendro ashtu<br \/>\nsi nje hekur qe mungon.,,<br \/>\nZgjidhe qofte vetem nje fjale<br \/>\nQe te lidhet me kete stine te paemer.,.<br \/>\nKemi kaq det perpara syve<br \/>\nKemi kaq pishe &#8230; kaq rreshire qe shkrihet ngutshem<br \/>\n Aty ku ne mbarojme..deti fillon serish<br \/>\nFol.. per yllin qe shuhet nga lart<br \/>\nFol.. thuaj gur.. qe nuk behet therrime<br \/>\nSi ego e jote.. e imja ndofta<br \/>\nFol .. e marrte e mira<br \/>\nTe pakten .. sa per titullin e kesaj poezie&#8230;<br \/>\n\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-<br \/>\n-Lamtumire\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Lamtumirat jan aq tinzake,<br \/>\nIkin pa zhurm&#8230;.<br \/>\nNuk kan  tjegull e as penxhere<br \/>\nPapritmas humbin si avulli<br \/>\nNgjajn me mbylljen e perjetshme te nji dere<br \/>\nLamtumirat jan uj nen rrogoz<br \/>\nKur kemba te laget e befas merdhet<br \/>\nEdhe krejt  mushknia jote plovitet<br \/>\nE sakat mund mbetesh per jet<br \/>\nLamtumira asht nji karrige e kalbun<br \/>\nQe  sa ban  te ulesh t\u2019lshon  pertok<br \/>\nE nuk te mbetet gjymtyr pa u thy<br \/>\nE shpirti grihet tan cop &#8211; cop<br \/>\n\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<br \/>\n-Ora e jeme&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Nata ishte shtrati, qe priti te qamen  teme t\u2019pare<br \/>\nOra e jeme, lindi bashk me mu<br \/>\nE un u mundova me ndjek tik &#8211; taket e saj<br \/>\nPa dasht me helmue tik &#8211; taket e zemres<\/p>\n<p>Pikllimin e lidha nyje\u2026<br \/>\nDhe e lshova n\u2019gurt e Fanit<br \/>\nNejta larg idolesh te argjilte<br \/>\nLarg portofolesh te mbushun me nder te rrem <\/p>\n<p>Ora jeme u lind Naten\u2026<br \/>\nMe hane\u2026<br \/>\nMbi  nji ure<br \/>\nUre qe lidh njerzine.. qe pret e percjell<\/p>\n<p>Ora jeme shifet kjart\u2026 si nata me hane n\u2019pik t\u2019gushtit!<\/p>\n<p>\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-<br \/>\n-Vjollca<\/p>\n<p>Ti kam rujt Vjollcat ne zemren e nji trungu<br \/>\nMos t\u2019i thajn gushti<br \/>\nMos t\u2019i shkele kamba e askujt<br \/>\nMos t\u2019i mbledh dora e asnjenit<br \/>\nMos t\u2019i verboj dielli i veres rrenacake<br \/>\nMos t\u2019i gjuj breshni i korrikut<br \/>\nI kam rujt me te mbush mendjen se..<br \/>\nMos kujtosh se asht vec lule e praveres ..<br \/>\nI kam rujt ne mushknin e bjeshkes<br \/>\nQe te dalin prap mot<br \/>\nPer ty .. vec per ty<br \/>\n\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<br \/>\n-Pasdites <\/p>\n<p>Pasditja eshte dita &#8230;pasi ka kaluar dita<br \/>\nAjo grimce qe ka mbete mbi porte<br \/>\nEdhe pak drite<br \/>\nKape shpejt se iku.. iku dhe nuk e ze dot me<br \/>\nMere kohen ne dore e vrapo &#8230;<br \/>\nVrapo te takohesh me momentin ..<br \/>\nTe takohesh me diten .. pasi ka ikur dita<br \/>\nKe vec pak minuta<br \/>\nKe vec pak fat .. knock, knock, knock..<br \/>\n\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-<br \/>\n-Vetmia <\/p>\n<p>Sa mire ja del mbane vetmia<br \/>\nE varfer , por e ndere<br \/>\nGjekundi fle ajo<br \/>\nGjekundi nje &#8230; sikur<br \/>\nShpeshhere djalli sillet neper dhome<br \/>\nE ngacmon ne nje rreagim nervor<br \/>\nAjo mbeshtillet here si cilinder<br \/>\nHere si nje mace prane hirit<br \/>\nSa mire ja del mbane vetmia<br \/>\nKur vesh uniformen e krenarise &#8230;<br \/>\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<br \/>\n-Kulla <\/p>\n<p>Kulla e jeme i gzohet celebrimit t\u2019lirise<br \/>\nGjithhere ka kene e etun per qiell t\u2019hapun<br \/>\nQiella e saj lshonte ujin hyjnor .. me shnosh plag t\u2019randa<br \/>\nE nan xeklatur kalonte nji lum i nandheshem<br \/>\nSi gjaku nan lekur&#8230;<br \/>\nKulla dinte me i durue seancat e gjykimit t\u2019motmoteve ..<br \/>\nBaba e Nana i kaperdijshin lotet ne terr<br \/>\nI fshehnin, neper guret shekullor te saj<br \/>\nSi n\u2019jerem m\u2019kujtohen ata silueta t\u2019dobta<br \/>\nQi dijshin me ja zgidh nyjat cekicit kryenec..<br \/>\nMe ilacin e durimit, me zanin e dashnise <\/p>\n<p>Kulla.. ishte mesonjetore e miresise se gurte<br \/>\n&#8230; qebesa &#8230; edhe asht<br \/>\n\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n<p>@Vjollca Mustafa<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9336,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9335","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\/9335","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=9335"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9335\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9337,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9335\/revisions\/9337"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9336"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9335"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9335"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9335"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}