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Epoka jon\u00eb\u2026 <\/p>\n

O malet e lart\u2019 dhe ju o fusha t\u00eb gjana,
\n\u00e7ar\u00eb ndjeni e d\u00ebgjoni?!…
\nShijoni bukurit\u00eb e vjedhura,
\nkrimineli s\u00ebrisht u ba harpagoni?!… <\/p>\n

T\u00eb p\u00ebrmendura n\u00eb shkrime,
\nme filozofine fjetur dit\u00eb edhe nat\u00eb\u2026
\nEdhe ju o njer\u00ebz vesh\u00ebt zini,
\nsyt\u00eb zini t\u00eb mbuloni turpin e ngrat\u00eb… <\/p>\n

Sa posht\u00ebrsisht ky harpagon,
\np\u00ebr sysh po jua vjedh t\u2019 t\u00ebra parat\u2019\u2026
\nMalet ti bajm\u2019 pjellore si fushat,
\nmoto e l\u00ebnguar, mbetur krejt pafat\u2019\u2026 <\/p>\n

Manipulimet rrug\u2019tojn\u00eb me idiot\u00ebt,
\nq\u00eb u shnd\u00ebruan, n\u2019 super profesor\u00eb\u2026
\nParaja bleu t\u00ebr\u00eb bot\u00ebn e shthurrur,
\npor brek\u00ebt neve na i vuri si kurror\u00eb\u2026 <\/p>\n

O male t\u00eb larta dhe ju o fushat e gjana,
\ndje dhe sot nga derti l\u00ebnguat\u2026
\nSkenat po vajtojn\u2019 nga thirrjet dhe,
\nsi nj\u00eb cop\u00eb leck\u00eb, aktor\u00ebt i torturuat\u2026 <\/p>\n

Historin\u00eb komb\u00ebtare shp\u00ebrfytyruat,
\nme simfoni t\u00eb drejtuar pa dirigjent\u2026
\nZgjohu, prej k\u00ebmbanave t\u2019 burr\u00ebris\u2019,
\npasi k\u00ebta horra po na a i marrin\u2019 ment\u2019… <\/p>\n

Shqipet fluturojn\u00eb t\u00eb lira tan\u2019 jet\u00ebn,
\nlart\u00eb na e ngrit\u00ebn, erdh\u00ebn me lavdin\u00eb\u2026
\nJet\u00ebs vargjet me gjak kan\u00eb shkruar,
\nmalet me jehon\u00eb t\u2019 tregojn\u00eb krenarin\u00eb\u2026 <\/p>\n

Fitoret me flamujt ngren\u00eb, rendin,
\nme modesti i shpalosin, t\u00eb triumfojn\u00eb\u2026
\n T\u00eb gjith\u00eb vilajetet portat kan\u00eb hapur,
\nkok\u00eb m\u2019 kok\u00eb presin t\u00eb na kuvendojn\u00eb… <\/p>\n

Po si mund t\u00eb jetoni k\u00ebshtu t\u00eb mbyt\u2019
\nme fajde dhe me borxhe gjer n\u2019 gryk\u00eb?!\u2026
\nBota me ne do t\u00eb qeshet,
\nik\u00ebn i drejti kok\u00ebn ulur nga turpi, lot\u00ebt e kan\u2019 mbyt\u00eb\u2026 <\/p>\n

Me t\u00eb drejt\u00eb populli th\u00ebrret,
\nkjo asht bot\u00eb e horrave, masak\u00ebr e posht\u00ebrsis\u00eb\u2026
\nEpoka jon\u00eb do t\u2019 kuvendoj\u2019 e t\u00eb vendos\u00eb,
\nme damk\u00ebn, por edhe vul\u00ebn e drejtesise\u2026<\/p>\n

Ejani t\u00eb bashkuar me shqiponj\u00ebn n\u00eb gji <\/p>\n

Migjeni i madh shkruante: \u201cKafshat\u2019 q\u00eb s\u2019kap\u00ebrdihet asht\u2019 or v\u2019lla Mjerimi\u201d… <\/p>\n

Ky mjerim q\u00eb trondit e shkul, themelet e kultures ton\u00eb.
\nKy vajtim q\u00eb trazon \u00e7do vat\u00ebr, \u00e7do aspekt t\u00eb jet\u00ebs ton\u00eb.
\nKu shpresa e gjor\u00eb vajton pa fund e pa an\u00eb, t\u00eb torturon.
\nKy transformim i pa drejt\u00eb, q\u00eb \u00e7do sht\u00ebpi ton\u00ebn rrebelon. <\/p>\n

Ah!… Si s\u2019 kam nji grusht t\u2019 fort\u00eb e t\u2019i bie k\u2019tij mali q\u00eb s\u2019 bzon\u2026
\nMe thirrjet ushtuese ky vend e popull tash le\u00ebgon e vajton\u2026
\nFlasim, shkruajm\u00eb edhe debatojm\u00eb, harruar dit\u00ebt q\u00eb sot jetojm\u00eb.
\nIkin f\u00ebmija lejn\u2019 prind\u00ebrit e gjor\u00eb, ikin paditur me ushtri e tabor\u00eb… <\/p>\n

Vajtojn\u2019 nan\u00eb zezat qajn\u2019 th\u00ebrrasin me oji…,
\nbota moderne kapitaliste, aspak nuk don\u2019 t\u2019ia dij\u2019…
\nKu e kam djalin th\u00ebrret nan\u00eb zeza, nana don t\u00eb dij\u2019,
\nku e kam nan\u00ebn th\u00ebrret tutje, qan sa ngjirret nji f\u00ebmij\u2019… <\/p>\n

K\u00ebta bij\u00eb nanash rrug\u00ebtojn\u2019 me lodhjen, q\u00eb \u00e7do dit\u00eb i vret,
\nargat\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs moderne, q\u00eb luftojn\u2019 pa buk\u00eb, edhe me jet\u2019.
\nParat\u00eb fshehur thell\u00eb, n\u00eb k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt e shkyeme n\u2019 shi e n\u2019 d\u00ebbor\u00eb.
\nCoptuar nga shpresa q\u00eb i ban akoma t\u2019 gjall\u00eb n\u00eb gji, ata t\u2019 gjor\u00eb. <\/p>\n

Sa net\u00eb shkuan, vitet nji nga nji, koha tashm\u00eb nuk njeh kufi.
\nKultur\u00ebn e huaj pa kuptuar e soll\u00ebm, me forc\u00eb edhe n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.
\nBastarduam jet\u00ebn, t\u2019 kthyer e kemi pa kuptuar n\u00eb nji anarshi.
\nQiqra n\u00eb hell tash k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb, por e dim\u00eb kjo asht\u2019 oligarki. <\/p>\n

Eh! Sa poet\u00eb shkruan e stiluan p\u00ebr at\u2019 dhimbjen e gjat\u00eb,
\nvajtuan e vajtuan pafund, l\u00ebnguan p\u00ebr Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb e ngrat\u00eb.
\nTash kok\u00ebn pas duhet t\u2019a kthejm\u00eb p\u00ebr Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb e gjor\u00eb,
\ndiaspora dhe ajo Etnike, n\u00eb dasm\u00ebn e madhe t\u2019 ven\u2019 kuror\u00eb. <\/p>\n

Shqiperia asht\u2019 nana, dashuria m\u2019a e madhe, e pafund.
\nAtje zum\u00eb fillesat e andrrave, q\u00eb sot bota po na i p\u00ebrkund.
\nMjerimin e shekullit t\u00eb turpsh\u00ebm 21 t\u00eb Nan\u00eb madhes Shqip\u00ebri,
\nborxh do t\u2019 ja kemi vetes, ejani t\u00eb bashkuar me shqiponj\u00ebn n\u00eb gji. <\/p>\n

Ardiana Mitrushi 07\/26\/2019…<\/p>\n

Ndjenjat e nj\u00eb gruaje\u2026 <\/p>\n

Gjithmon\u00eb kam dashur t\u00eb prek ndjenj\u00ebn,
\nt\u2019a b\u00ebj at\u00eb nj\u00eb subjekt t\u00eb hapur nga forma dhe pik\u00ebpamjet e mia personale.
\nPra, pik\u00ebnisja ime p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb jet\u00eb ka nj\u00eb ndjesi, ka nj\u00eb dashuri q\u00eb momenti nuk mund t\u2019a shprish\u00eb dhe, nuk mund t\u2019a specifikoj\u00eb momentin kohor t\u00eb shp\u00ebrthimit t\u00eb adrenalin\u00ebs njer\u00ebzore. Ekstaza e ndjesis\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb definicioni q\u00eb eksplodon me orgazm\u00ebn m\u00eb sublime t\u00eb kulmit t\u00eb ndjesis\u00eb njer\u00ebzore.
\nPor, sot ka edhe forma t\u00eb tjera q\u00eb jan\u00eb thjesht\u00eb shqisore dhe nj\u00eb argument i hapur kohor, q\u00eb huazon iden\u00eb me adoptime sociale dhe si nj\u00eb interpretim dhe zhvillim i ri trans-kohor\u2026 Por, un\u00eb sot do t\u00eb inicioj dhe iliustroj vet\u00ebm form\u00ebn klasike t\u00eb percepitimit dhe transformimit ndjesor p\u00ebr krijes\u00ebn tok\u00ebsore njeri, tek e cila un\u00eb vet\u00eb relatoj.
\nTrupat ndjesojn\u00eb, p\u00ebrp\u00eblitin, elektrizojn\u00eb, ato turfullojn\u00eb shqet\u00ebsimet, shkundin petkun e paturp\u00ebsis\u00eb, prekin me delikates\u00ebn rr\u00ebnqeth\u00ebse, shqyejn\u00eb rr\u00ebnkimin e koh\u00ebs, djersa v\u00ebrshon lumenjt\u00eb e ndjesis\u00eb s\u00eb lumturis\u00eb fondamentale, dhe si nj\u00eb trup i vet\u00ebm finalizojn\u00eb krijes\u00ebn tok\u00ebsore qeliz\u00ebn mikrone njeri. Ndjesia ec\u00ebn, shkon me fjal\u00ebn, shkon me z\u00ebrin e er\u00ebs, vjen dhe troket me tik-taket e rrahjes s\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs, drith\u00ebron si nj\u00eb flutur me l\u00ebvizjen e par\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb p\u00ebrsosm\u00ebrie jetike.
\nDora mbi stomak ndjen d\u00ebshirat q\u00eb deg\u00ebzohen, pret miratimin e ndjenj\u00ebs s\u00eb brendshme t\u00eb fshehur dhe bot\u00ebn e re, fetusin (f\u00ebmij\u00ebn) q\u00eb formohet… Ty, \u201cm\u00ebkatares\u201d s\u00eb ndjeshme t\u2019a ndjej g\u00ebzimin, ti qan e qesh nga frika dhe dashuria q\u00eb nuk t\u2019a njohu t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht mendimin apo mosh\u00ebn e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. N\u00ebn l\u00ebkur\u00eb veshe petkun e pafaj\u00ebsis\u00eb q\u00eb koha do t\u00eb t\u2019a q\u00ebndis\u00eb n\u00eb dit\u00ebt q\u00eb do t\u00eb vijn\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb akt m\u00eb shum\u00eb\u2026
\nPor, a ishte kjo gjithshka q\u00eb ti doje t\u00eb arrije, por dhe t\u00eb dish?!… Nj\u00eb z\u00eb i mekur gj\u00ebmoi koh\u00ebn, shirat nuk mund t\u2019a qanin m\u00eb, por nuk mund t\u00eb ndjenin m\u00eb as ndjesin\u00eb q\u00eb kish l\u00ebn\u00eb gjurm\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb moment, n\u00eb at\u00eb sekond\u00eb, tek ajo gjalles\u00eb q\u00eb lundronte padashur me ty… Ndjenja vazhdoi me thirrjet e mekura t\u00eb vajz\u00ebs t\u00eb sapo lindur, q\u00eb paditur k\u00ebrkonte kulloshtr\u00ebn, qum\u00ebshtin nga gjiri i n\u00ebn\u00ebs. Ndjenja e saj nuk do t\u00eb kish m\u00eb t\u00eb njejt\u00ebn ndjesi, n\u00ebna ja morri pa kusht\u2026 Ndjenja grabitqare do t\u2019a nd\u00ebshkonte me loj\u00ebn tragjike teatrale t\u00eb titulluar: \u201c Ti je jetim dhe si ndjenj\u00eb ke vetmin\u00eb\u2026\u201d.
\nNdjenja u rrit me nd\u00ebshkimin, u ndruajt me luhatjen, u cop\u00ebtua me sistemin, u ngri me udh\u00ebtimin. Ndjenja morri udh\u00ebn p\u00ebr diku pa kthim, por p\u00ebr t\u2019mos e njohur m\u00eb si jetime dhe me m\u00ebshir\u00eb… Ah!…, moj ndjenj\u00eb, ti nuk ishe un\u00eb, por as un\u00eb nuk isha ti. Ne ishim dy forma dhe sisteme t\u00eb ndryshme q\u00eb, kund\u00ebrshtonim arsyen e llogjik\u00ebs dhe padijes, ti ishe e mitur dhe un\u00eb, f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Ndjenja rritej ashtu e vetmuar n\u00eb nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebri, por \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht pasqyra i shum\u00ebfishonte padrejt\u00ebsisht gjeografikisht Ndjenja merrte format kronologjike, ecte sepse nuk kish kthim prapa. Ndjenja do t\u00eb merrte format q\u00eb duheshin adoptuar si struktura formale mbijetese. Ndjenjat shtypnin, l\u00ebndonin, rr\u00ebnkonin, heshtnin, aktronin sken\u00ebn e improvizuar pa njohur profesionin e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb jetik, por faji mbeti v\u00ebrtet\u00eb \u201cJetim\u201d…
\nRritej vajza po ashtu edhe ndjenja merrte forma t\u00eb reja. Ndjenja ishte tamam si ajo pema q\u00eb mbijetonte n\u00eb hap\u00ebsirat e pafund kudo, por q\u00eb bota brenda kish labirinthe, rr\u00ebnj\u00ebt i krihte dhe i tundte me sinkrone tektonike t\u00eb panjohura. N\u00eb bot\u00ebn e saj edhe pse ndryshimet kishin p\u00ebsuar ndryshime gjenetike, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ajo vajz\u00eb pranoi ardhjen e ndjesive unike, q\u00eb dashuria momentale ia fali ashtu me pafaj\u00ebsi instiktive. Gruaja e re ndjeu si \u00e7do grua, por m\u00ebnyra e saj unike falte ndjenja pafund dhe kurr\u00eb nuk k\u00ebrkoi shp\u00ebrblim t\u00eb anasjellt\u00eb. E bukura n\u00eb ndjenj\u00ebn e saj \u00ebsht\u00eb larmishm\u00ebria, konturet e thjeshta t\u00eb hireve origjinale, prekja unike e saj prej n\u00ebne p\u00ebr nj\u00eb solidaritet unik familjar.
\nPra, un\u00eb jam kjo grua dhe e krahasoj ndjenj\u00ebn time me nj\u00eb spekt\u00ebr ngjyrash q\u00eb m\u00eb sjell me vete t\u00eb gjitha stin\u00ebt, me t\u00eb gjitha format e shprehive atmosferike, me unifikimin dhe adoptimin total mendor dhe shpirt\u00ebror p\u00ebr t\u00eb arritur pozitivitetin, dhe energjin\u00eb pozitive deri n\u00eb kufijt\u00eb e pafund t\u00eb horizontit tok\u00ebsor. Un\u00eb kam ndjenja, un\u00eb jam ajo q\u00eb materializon, komandon dhe hap dritaren e ndjenjave p\u00ebr nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb re dhe frym\u00ebzim t\u00eb ri\u2026 Ja pse un\u00eb i jepem t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht ndjenjave .
\nArdiana Mitrushi 12\/07\/2020. (07\/12\/2020)…<\/p>\n

Ti pema e thar\u00eb e rrug\u00ebs time
\nSa shpesh m\u00eb ndiqje me syt\u00eb e thar\u00eb, por prap\u00eb e pa par\u00eb. Sa her\u00eb nxitoja duke e shtypur fort pedalin e gazit t\u00eb makin\u00ebs, pasi nuk doja t\u00eb t\u2019 shihja p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, por ti druri i thar\u00eb dim\u00ebror si plak i mo\u00e7\u00ebm, me nj\u00eb nga qindra gishterinjt\u2019 e k\u00ebrcunjt\u00eb m\u2019i hidhje sikur pa dashje, doje t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebje t\u00eb ditur q\u00eb ti buz\u00eb rrug\u00ebs time akoma ri. Buz\u00ebqeshja e ngrir\u00eb, deg\u00ebt si krah\u00eb edhe pse t\u2019 thar\u00eb, \u00e7do udh\u00ebtari i uroje lamtumir\u00eb, i ndiqje me syt\u00eb e k\u00ebrcunjt\u00eb q\u00eb ve\u00e7 shiu t\u2019i kish lar\u00eb. Aq shpesh kaloja, udh\u00ebtoja pran\u00eb shtatit t\u00ebnd t\u00eb nxirr\u00eb, t\u00eb rreshkur e b\u00ebr\u00eb trok, un\u00eb p\u00ebr \u00e7do dit\u00eb zbuloja, nj\u00eb mimik\u00eb t\u00eb re, syt\u00eb e lodhur t\u00eb mplakur, vetullat rrudhur, flok\u00ebt stuhia ngritur p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb, buz\u00ebt e ngrira t\u00eb lyera me zjarrin e rrufeve, por un\u00eb nuk desha t\u2019i vija re as sot. Ti shpesh, m\u00eb kujtoje baban\u00eb e gjor\u00eb t\u00eb mplakur nga hallet q\u00eb r\u00ebnduar kishin, Nan\u00ebbab\u00ebn me fustan t\u00eb zi q\u00eb barra e jet\u00ebs e mplaku para kohe nga skamja dhe varf\u00ebria, bab\u00ebgjyshin q\u00eb kurbeti e morri si \u00e7unak t\u00eb ri.
\nT\u00eb kam par\u00eb q\u00eb dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb, t\u00eb thar\u00eb mbi tok\u00eb dhe dukesh pa jet\u00eb, rr\u00ebnj\u00ebt duhet t\u2019i kesh shum\u00eb th\u00ebll\u00eb, q\u00eb kryet ti e heshtura ime akoma mban p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb. Ahhhh…! moj pem\u00eb e gjor\u00eb, sa r\u00ebnkime ke d\u00ebgjuar, me vitet ikur ka dhe qenia njeri, kur trupin ta kan\u00eb l\u00ebnduar makinat q\u00eb rrug\u00ebn humbnin, p\u00ebrp\u00ebliteshin t\u00eb dehura b\u00ebr\u00eb tap\u00eb dhe me alkol t\u00eb lan\u00eb, p\u00ebrmes dhimbjesh linin edhe amanetet tek ti. Eh!…, sa amanete n\u00ebn l\u00ebkur\u00eb t\u00eb kan\u00eb shkruar, kush mund t\u2019i shfletoj\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha ato nji e nga nji, paqja mbizotron me sorrat q\u00eb na num\u00ebrojn\u00eb, p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndesin makinat dhe vitet, por dhe t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen q\u00eb do t\u00eb vij\u2019. Un\u00eb, akoma edhe sot kaloj, t\u00eb p\u00ebrshendes me sy, por nji dit\u00eb t\u00eb premtoj, un\u00eb do t\u2019 vij e t\u00eb t\u2019 ulem pran\u00eb, t\u00eb t\u2019i d\u00ebgjoj dhimbjet, faqet historike q\u00eb ti mbart, ve\u00e7 tregomi dua t\u2019i shfletoj me ty. Me ty moj pem\u00eb e thar\u00eb, e rreshkur n\u00eb diell, edhe n\u00eb net\u00ebt e acarta me stuhi, dua t\u00eb ndaj, t\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebris sekretet e mosh\u00ebs, jet\u00ebs time, un\u00eb dua t\u00eb t\u2019 besoj heshtjen e thar\u00eb mbitok\u00ebsore. T\u00eb lutem dhe t\u00eb jap fjal\u00ebn, tregom\u00eb edhe ato q\u00eb ti di, do mbeten tek un\u00eb dhe ti.
\nP\u00ebrs\u00ebri nuk di, cfar\u00eb m\u00eb shtyu q\u00eb t\u00eb zgjodha ty moj pem\u00eb e thar\u00eb, mbase me mosh\u00eb je akoma e re, por rr\u00ebnj\u00ebt askush nuk t\u2019i ka par\u00eb. Shhhh!… mos trego \u00e7\u2019ke brenda, besom\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb kuptoj, un\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri do t\u00eb kaloj pran\u00eb teje, si \u00e7do dit\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb\u2026 Ti pema e thar\u00eb e rrug\u00ebs time, rrudha fisnik\u00ebrin\u00eb ke, me krenarin\u00eb qiellore th\u00ebrret t\u00eb shoh\u00ebsh jet\u00ebn e re\u2026
\nArdiana Mitrushi 02\/21\/2020…<\/p>\n

Ja p\u00ebrse jam emigrant … <\/p>\n

U dogj n\u00ebn\u00eb zeza,
\nqante dhe vajtonte t\u2019 a\u2019n\u00eb,
\nzemra i plasi p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt q\u00eb ik\u00ebn, vet\u00ebm e lan\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Filluan t\u00eb ikin t\u00eb gjith\u00eb,
\nzun\u00eb t\u00eb mallkonin vatan\u00eb,
\nmallkonin gjith\u00eb m\u00ebngjesin, nat\u00ebn pa gjum\u00eb lan\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Dikush ul\u00ebrinte lart,
\ntribunonte p\u00ebr pushtet,
\nemigranti xhepat ia mbushte, ai i shprazte shpejt\u2026<\/p>\n

Mallkuar qofshin t\u2019 ikurit,
\nor\u00ebt vraponin me dert,
\npor p\u00ebrs\u00ebri d\u00ebshtak\u00ebt sot nuk po na linin t\u00eb qet\u2019\u2026<\/p>\n

Ju\u2026 emigrant\u00eb,
\nju pseudo atdhetar\u00eb t\u2019 mallkuar,
\nmos u qani p\u00ebr atdhe\u2019n, q\u00eb sot ju la e kish\u2019 shkuar\u2026<\/p>\n

Sharlatan\u00ebt, davaxhinjt\u00eb,
\nsot luajn\u2019 p\u00ebr dhe me pushtet,
\nxhepa grisur ish dje edhe sot, mendjen nuk e vret\u2026<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrs\u00ebri e merr fjal\u00ebn
\n\u201catdhetari\u201d, ai kok\u00eb boshi,
\nsot emigranti ve\u00e7 n\u2019 dhe t\u00eb huaj b\u00ebhet \u201ckokoshi\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n

Dua t\u2019u them q\u00eb:
\n\u201dNe k\u00ebtu jemi patriot\u00eb t\u00eb mbar\u2019,
\nhorrat i kemi l\u00ebshuar kudo, q\u00eb populli t\u00eb haj\u00eb bar\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Pra, ne jemi \u201cpatriot\u00eb\u201d
\nq\u00eb e duam v\u00ebrtet\u00eb Atdhen\u00eb,
\nburr\u00ebrin\u00eb e humb\u00ebm, p\u00ebr pushtet me kurvat flem\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Me rryshfete kurdisur planet,
\nato q\u00eb do t\u2019 sjellin \u201cbegatin\u00eb\u201d,
\nmilionat jan\u2019 shtruar, duart p\u00ebrzgjatur si gjarprinjt\u00eb\u2026 <\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb artiste krijon t\u00eb luaj\u00eb,
\nsimfonin\u00eb p\u00ebr harqe dhe kuartet,
\npor simfonia e saj l\u00ebngon, dirigjon elegjin\u00eb e vet\u2019\u2026<\/p>\n

Mbylle ti\u2026, th\u00ebrret Ai\u2026,
\nsharlatani q\u00eb g\u00ebzon ca pushtet,
\nshkon artstja p\u00ebrlotur, simfonia ul\u00ebret veten e vet\u2026 <\/p>\n

Maskulinizmin e ngren\u00eb lart\u2019,
\npor e tundin, shkundin me dor\u00eb,
\ndje lart flamurin e Partis\u00eb, sot prostitucioni tabor\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr popullin, me popullin
\noh\u2026 turp edhe faqja e zez\u00eb,
\nkoha e jon\u00eb po vjen dhe fjala barutin do t\u00eb ndez\u00eb…<\/p>\n

Ti je nj\u00eb cop\u00eb grua,
\nth\u00ebrret nj\u00eb pusht partiak,
\ndje nuk u gjunj\u00ebzove, por ne sot do t\u00eb marrim hak\u2026 <\/p>\n

Hakmarrjen e njohin mir\u00eb
\nedhe kur nuk jan\u00eb t\u00eb pir\u00eb,
\n\u201cvuajn\u00eb\u201d shum\u00eb p\u00ebr popullin, jet\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u2019ua p\u00ebrpir\u00eb\u2026 <\/p>\n

D\u00ebgjova qaramanin
\nt\u2019 mallkonte emigrantin e gjor\u00eb,
\nmjeranin egoist, emigrantit kok\u00ebn pret pa kuror\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Sot u kthyen n\u00eb pushtet,
\nme qejf morr\u00ebn edhe pak lavdi,
\npor guxojn\u2019 t\u00eb t\u2019 marrin nderin dhe gruan me f\u00ebm\u2019i\u2026 <\/p>\n

Prap\u00eb t\u2019a matin kok\u00ebn
\nedhe me nj\u00eb fije t\u00eb perit,
\nzhytur n\u2019 xhepat bosh, lumturojn\u00eb n\u00eb udh\u00eb t\u00eb ferrit\u2026<\/p>\n

Shpesh m\u2019a th\u00ebrret emrin tim,
\ndhe m\u2019a p\u00ebrdhos n\u00eb at\u2019 zyr\u00eb,
\nti palo burr\u00eb, emigrantin e sh\u00ebmb\u00ebllen n\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Ti shikohu mir\u00eb,
\nshikohu m\u00eb thell\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb,
\nn\u2019 vend t\u00eb parave tona, merr ca gurr\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019 bler\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Ti nuk ble dhe
\nas nuk shet dot as nj\u00eb pik\u00eb turp,
\ngruan m\u2019a shet p\u00ebr pushtet, byth\u00eb jasht\u2019 e pa turp\u2026 <\/p>\n

Historia jon\u00eb m\u00ebrgimin
\ne njohu n\u00eb mote q\u00eb ngaher\u00eb,
\nn\u00ebnat mbetur vejusha me f\u00ebmij\u00eb, pa burra n\u2019der\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Sakrific\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs,
\nkurr\u00eb mos na e merrni, as p\u00ebr vajtim,
\nkok\u00ebn pas e mbajm\u00eb, presim f\u00ebmij\u00ebt tan\u00eb t\u00eb vijn\u2019\u2026 <\/p>\n

Ti more zot\u00ebri, atdhetar,
\nmbase je dhe patriot i v\u00ebrtet\u2019,
\ngjyko sharlatan\u00ebt q\u00eb vjedhin popullin zhytin n\u2019 dert\u2026<\/p>\n

Me borxhe jan\u00eb mbytur,
\naty ku thika nuk i\u2019u mban m\u00eb,
\nnga kamatat makabre, sot as gjumi kurr\u00eb nuk i z\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n

Pensionet qesharake,
\ni qajn\u00eb n\u00ebn drit\u00ebn e qiririt,
\nborxh ila\u00e7et, goj\u2019e bark bosh, lotjn\u2019 n\u2019 vaj\u2019 t\u2019 pahirit\u2026<\/p>\n

Taksat stratosferike
\nnuk ka mask\u00eb q\u00eb na i mbulon,
\nas pandemi Kovidiane q\u00eb t\u2019i zhduk\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithmon\u2019… <\/p>\n

Artistin, aktorin,
\nkompozitorin, muzikantin e gjor\u2019,
\ni ofroni sken\u00ebn e fantazm\u00ebs, p\u00ebr regjizor nj\u2019 piktor\u2026<\/p>\n

Skenar\u00ebt jan\u00eb shkruar
\nja ashtu, t\u00eb bardha n\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb,
\nsken\u00ebn \u2018ua ke nd\u00ebrtuar me ambjente si protez\u00eb\u2026 <\/p>\n

Luajn\u2019, aktrojn\u2019,
\ndhembjen kryne\u00e7e e qajn\u2019 me oji,
\ndikur t\u00eb nderuar, sot presin k\u00eb…, dit\u00ebn t\u2019u vij\u2019\u2026 <\/p>\n

K\u00ebto jan\u2019dhimbje
\nq\u00eb l\u00ebngojn\u00eb realitetit e v\u00ebrtet\u2019,
\nartisti qan sken\u00ebn q\u00eb mbeti si mbret\u00ebri pa mbret… <\/p>\n

Ju jeni shkaku
\nq\u00eb shkaku u pag\u00ebzua si emigrant\u2026
\nhistoria sot po p\u00ebrballet me k\u00ebt\u00eb realitet flagrant\u2026<\/p>\n

Ja p\u00ebrse jam emigrant…
\ndhe un\u00eb direkt po ju akuzoj,
\ngoja kurr\u00eb nuk do t\u2019 m\u00eb hesht, p\u00ebr sa koh\u00eb jetoj\u2026<\/p>\n

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