Mot\u00ebr e gjakut, mot\u00ebr e shpirtit, mot\u00ebr e zemr\u00ebs, dhimbjen t\u00ebnde e ndjej, e kam n\u00eb gji. Kraharori i t\u00ebri m\u00eb digjet. Motra ime, shpirti im, edhe un\u00eb jam \u00e7am. Yllnesh\u00eb e Epirit, e Zeusit dhe e Homerit, e Pirro Burrit, dhe Aristidh Kolias, mbahu ! E di s\u00b4e k\u00ebmisha n\u00eb trup t\u00eb kullon gjak, por, mos u jep. Je n\u00eb vendlindjen t\u00ebnde, n\u00eb tok\u00ebn st\u00ebrgjyshore shqiptare, n\u00eb tok\u00ebn e prind\u00ebrve tu.<\/p>\n
\u00c7am\u00ebri, pem\u00eb e gjuh\u00ebs shqipe, qytet\u00ebrim shum\u00eb i lasht\u00eb. Fal\u00eb njer\u00ebzve tu t\u00eb zgjuar, dhe mendjeve krijuese, mjesht\u00ebrit \u00e7am\u00eb t\u00eb Epirit, ngrit\u00ebn Akropolin, Dodon\u00ebn, dhe Faraon\u00ebve t\u00eb Egjiptit, ( arkitekt\u00ebt \u00e7am\u00eb ) ia dhan\u00eb dor\u00ebn dhe mendjen, t\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb piramida, p\u00ebr vdekjen e tyre poetike. \u00c7am\u00ebri, e bukura e Atdheut, t\u00eb kam bim\u00eb n\u00eb zem\u00ebr. N\u00eb \u00e7ertifikat\u00ebn t\u00ebnde t\u00eb lindjes ti ke 23 mij\u00eb kilometra katror\u00eb sip\u00ebrfaqe t\u00eb trash\u00ebguar dhe mbi 130 shekuj ekzistenc\u00eb shqiptare. Jo kot, ti je himn i shkruar i gurit t\u00eb pjekur mbi argjil\u00eb. <\/p>\n
\u00c7am\u00ebri, Je populli krijues i qytet\u00ebrimit t\u00eb lasht\u00eb. Je lavdia e gjith\u00eb neve.T\u00eb gjitha krijimet n\u00eb Epirin Pellazgjik kan\u00eb firm\u00ebn e mendjes dhe t\u00eb gjakut t\u00ebnd. Arvanit, thirri mendjes, je v\u00eblla me \u00e7amin, nj\u00eb ADN-\u00eb e keni \u00e7am\u00ebt dhe arvanit\u00ebt. Andaj, koha s\u00b4pret, duhet filluar nga e para. Rr\u00ebmbeni abetaret shqipe, m\u00ebsojeni s\u00eb bashku gjuh\u00ebn amtare, Bizantishtja s\u00b4\u00ebsht\u00eb gjuha juaj. V\u00ebllai im \u00e7am dhe arvanit, lexo Alfabetin e Lemnosit, shqipen t\u00ebnde t\u00eb lasht\u00eb!…<\/p>\n
Atdheu yn\u00eb n\u00eb \u00c7am\u00ebri shtrihet deri n\u00eb More. \u00c7am\u00ebri, jehon\u00eb e Ribashkimit t\u00eb atdheut, a je gati. Ora e kryengritjes dhe liris\u00eb po
\ntroket. \u00c7am\u00ebri, ti je gjuha n\u00eb luft\u00eb!…<\/p>\n
Rrustem Geci<\/strong> – Dortmund, 2018<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mot\u00ebr e gjakut, mot\u00ebr e shpirtit, mot\u00ebr e zemr\u00ebs, dhimbjen t\u00ebnde e ndjej, e kam n\u00eb gji. Kraharori i t\u00ebri m\u00eb digjet. Motra ime, shpirti im, edhe un\u00eb jam \u00e7am. Yllnesh\u00eb e Epirit, e Zeusit dhe e Homerit, e Pirro Burrit, dhe Aristidh Kolias, mbahu ! E di s\u00b4e k\u00ebmisha n\u00eb trup t\u00eb kullon gjak, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":20208,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-artikuj","category-ese"],"yoast_head":"\n