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Baudelaire fotografi da \u00c9tienne Carjat, rreth 1862<\/em><\/p>\n

SHARL BODLER<\/strong>
\n(Charles Baudelaire<\/em>)
\n1821- 1867<\/em><\/p>\n

Charles Pierre Baudelaire (Paris, 1821-Paris, 1867) ishte nj\u00eb poet, shkrimtar, kritik letrar, kritik arti, gazetar, aforist, eseist dhe p\u00ebrkthyes francez.<\/em><\/p>\n

MJERISHT EDHE DINAK<\/strong><\/p>\n

LXII<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Thuam\u00eb, Agatha, s\u2019t\u00eb fluturon ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb zemra larg
\nlarg nga oqeani i zi i qytetit t\u00eb pist\u00eb
\ndrejt nj\u00eb oqean t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm t\u00eb ndezur prej shk\u00eblqimit,
\nm\u00eb i qart\u00eb, i kalt\u00ebr dhe fundi i virgj\u00ebris\u00eb?
\nThuam\u00eb, Agatha, s\u2019t\u00eb fluturon ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb zemra larg
\nDeti, deti i pafund, ngush\u00ebllon problemet tona!
\nNga cili demon e mori detyr\u00ebn sublime
\nt\u00eb na p\u00ebrgjum\u00eb, k\u00ebng\u00ebtari i ngjirur q\u00eb shoq\u00ebron
\ner\u00ebrat e ashpra organi i paan\u00eb ?
\nDeti, deti i pafund, ngush\u00ebllon problemet tona!<\/p>\n

Tren, \u04abom\u00eb larg! anije rr\u00ebmbem\u00eb!
\nLarg! larg! k\u00ebtu balta e bim\u00ebve tona \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb llum.
\nNuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet q\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb zemra e trishtuar
\ne Agathas thot\u00eb: Krimeve, pendimeve, dhembjeve,
\ntren, merrm\u00eb me vete, anije rr\u00ebmbem\u00eb!
\nAh! sa larg je, parajs\u00eb e aromave
\nku n\u00ebn kalt\u00ebrsi nuk ka ve\u04abse dashuri dhe g\u00ebzim,
\nku jan\u00eb t\u00eb denj\u00eb p\u00ebr dashuri krejt ata q\u00eb duhen mes tyre;
\ndhe n\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi t\u00eb past\u00ebr mbytet zemra!
\nSa larg je, parajs\u00eb e aromave!
\n\"\"
\nPor parajs\u00eb e blert\u00eb e dashurive infantile,
\ngarat, puthjet, lulet e k\u00ebputura, k\u00ebng\u00ebt,
\nviolinat q\u00eb vibrojn\u00eb p\u00ebrtej kodr\u00ebs
\ndhe n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, n\u00ebn pem\u00eb, vera n\u00eb \u00e7ini qelqi
\npor parajs\u00eb e blert\u00ebr e dashurive infatile,
\nt\u00eb pafajshme e plot k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi dinake,
\ntashm\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb larg se India dhe Kina?
\nNe mund ta risjellim at\u00eb me keqardhjet tona,
\najo mund t\u00eb na jap\u00eb nj\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb re nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb argjendt\u00eb parajse t\u00eb pam\u00ebkat\u00eb,
\nplot me k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsit\u00eb fshehta?<\/p>\n

ALBATROSI<\/strong>
\n\"\"<\/p>\n

Shpesh, p\u00ebr arg\u00ebtim, detar\u00ebt
\nkapin albatros\u00eb, zogj t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj\u00eb detar
\nq\u00eb ndjekin, shok\u00eb t\u00eb plog\u00ebt udh\u00ebtimi,
\nAnijen rr\u00ebshqit\u00ebse mbi humnera t\u00eb hidhura.
\nSapo i v\u00ebn\u00eb mbi kuvert\u00eb, k\u00ebta mbret\u00ebr
\nt\u00eb kalt\u00ebrsis\u00eb, t\u00eb ngath\u00ebt e t\u00eb turpsh\u00ebm,
\ni len\u00eb t\u00eb bjen\u00eb keq bri tyre, krah\u00ebt e m\u00ebdhenj bor\u00eb t\u00eb bardh\u00eb si lopata vozit\u00ebse.
\nSa i but\u00eb dhe i plog\u00ebt ky udh\u00ebtar me krah\u00eb!
\nAi, pak m\u00eb par\u00eb kaq i bukur,
\nsa i sh\u00ebmtuar e qesharak.
\nDikush gudulis sqepin e tij me nj\u00eb pip\u00eb
\nnj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, duke \u00e7aluar, imiton l\u00ebnguesin
\nq\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb fluturonte.
\nPoetit i duket si princ i reve,
\nq\u00eb i cop\u00ebtuar stuhive tallet me hark\u00ebtarin,
\npor azilant n\u00eb tok\u00eb, n\u00eb mes t\u00eb talljeve,
\nkrah\u00ebt tij gjigant\u00eb e pengojn\u00eb t\u00eb ec\u00eb.<\/p>\n

FATI I KEQ<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr t\u00eb ngritur nj\u00eb pesh\u00eb kaq t\u00eb madhe,
\nGuximi yt, Zisif, do t\u00eb na duhej!
\nEdhe pse punohet me q\u00ebndrueshm\u00ebri,
\nArti \u00ebsht\u00eb i gjat\u00eb dhe Koha e shkurt\u00ebr.
\nLarg nga varret e lavdishme
\nn\u00eb nj\u00eb varrez\u00eb t\u00eb humbur
\nzemra ime si nj\u00eb tambure n\u00eb zi,
\nrreh n\u00eb marshe funebre.
\nShum\u00eb bizhuteri flen t\u00eb varrosura
\nn\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb dhe n\u00eb harrim,
\nlarg nga shatat dhe nga sondat.
\nShum\u00eb lule zbrazin kund\u00ebr d\u00ebshir\u00ebs
\nparfumin e tyre t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl si nj\u00eb sekret
\nn\u00eb vetmit\u00eb e thella.<\/p>\n

CIGAN\u00cbT UDH\u00cbTOJN\u00cb<\/strong>
\n\"\"
\nFisi profetik me bebe t\u00eb zjarrta,
\ndje u vu n\u00eb rrug\u00eb t\u00eb duke ngarkuar
\nt\u00eb vegjlitl
\nmbi shpatulla dhe duke u ofruar atyre orekse krenare
\nthesari i gjinjve t\u00eb varur p\u00ebrher\u00eb gati.
\nBurrat shkojn\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00ebn arm\u00eb
\nt\u00eb ndritshme
\nbri karvaneve n\u00eb t\u00eb cilat t\u00eb dashurit e tyre struken,
\nrrotullojn\u00eb syt\u00eb drejt qiellit t\u00eb mpir\u00eb
\nnga keqardhja e trishtuar q\u00eb mungojn\u00eb kimera.
\nNga thell\u00ebsia e grop\u00ebs s\u00eb tijj ranore,
\nbulkthi duke i par\u00eb t\u00eb kalojn\u00eb,
\nforcon k\u00ebng\u00ebn e tij:
\nCybele i cili i do, pasuron blerimet e saj,
\nshkulmon uj\u00eb nga shk\u00ebmbi q\u00eb t\u00eb lul\u00ebzoj\u00eb shkretira kalimin e k\u00ebtyre udh\u00ebtar\u00ebve p\u00ebr t\u00eb
\ncil\u00ebt hapet
\n\"\"
\nFRANS HALS: CIGANIA<\/em>
\nKUR NJ\u00cb PORTRET B\u00cbHET NJE PROVOKIM<\/em><\/p>\n

MARC CHAGALL<\/strong>
\n\"\" Marc Chagall<\/strong> (Vitebsk, 7 korrik 1887 – Saint-Paul-de-Vence, 28 mars 1985) ishte nj\u00eb piktor francez me komb\u00ebsi Bjelloruse, me origjin\u00eb Hasidic hebreje.
\nEmri i tij i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ishte Moishe Segal (\u05de\u05e9\u05d4 \u05e1\u05d2”\u05dc – Segal \u00ebsht\u00eb mbiemri Levit, nj\u00eb akronim p\u00ebr \u05e1\u05d2\u05df \u05dc\u05d5\u05d9 \u0160egan Levit: “Asistent Levit”); emri i tij rus ishte Mark Zacharovi\u010d Sagal (\u041c\u0430\u0440\u043a \u0417\u0430\u0445\u0430\u0440\u043e\u0432\u0438\u0447 \u0428\u0430\u0433\u0430\u043b), sipas transkriptit francez – Chagall.<\/em><\/p>\n

P\u00cbR VAVAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Me ty un\u00eb jam i ri
\nKur atje posht\u00eb pem\u00ebt k\u00ebrc\u00ebnojn\u00eb
\nDhe qielli zhduket n\u00eb larg\u00ebsi
\nSyt\u00eb e tu m\u00eb ledhatojn\u00eb
\nKur \u00e7do hap humb mbi bar
\nKur \u00e7do hap un\u00eb ujin prek
\nKur val\u00ebt m\u00eb kulmojn\u00eb mbi kok\u00eb
\nDhe nga kalt\u00ebrsia dikush m\u00eb th\u00ebrret<\/p>\n

Me ty un\u00eb jam djalosh
\nBien vitet e mia si gjethe me qet\u00ebsi
\nDhe dikush ngjyros telajot e mia
\nAt\u00ebher\u00eb ato shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb p\u00ebr ty
\n\"\"
\nDhe n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde buz\u00ebqeshja \u00ebsht\u00eb drit\u00eb
\nEdhe m\u00eb me drit\u00eb se ret\u00eb e bardha bor\u00eb
\nPastaj un\u00eb vrapoj drejt p\u00ebr atje ku je ti
\nKu m\u00eb mendon dhe m\u00eb pret me or\u00eb
\n\"\"
\nDy Piktura t\u00eb Mark Shagallit (m\u00eb lart)<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

EVGENIJ EVTU\u0160ENKO<\/strong>
\n\"\"
\nEvgenij Aleksandrovi\u010d Evtu\u0161enko<\/strong>, lindur Gangnus (n\u00eb Rusisht: \u0415\u0432\u0433\u0435\u0301\u043d\u0438\u0439 \u0410\u043b\u0435\u043a\u0441\u0430\u0301\u043d\u0434\u0440\u043e\u0432\u0438\u0447 \u0415\u0432\u0442\u0443\u0448\u0435\u0301\u043d\u043a\u043e; Zima,
\n18 korrik 1932 \u2013 Tulsa, 1\u00b0 prill 2017), qe poeta e romanziere rus.<\/em>
\n\"\"
\nFoto nga Vladimir Mishukov<\/em><\/p>\n

T\u00cb MOSKUPTOHEMI \u00cbSHT\u00cb E TMERRSHME…<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u00eb mos kuptohemi \u00ebsht\u00eb e tmerrshme –
\nt\u00eb mos kuptohemi e t\u00eb mos p\u00ebrqafohemi.
\nPor megjith\u00ebse e habitshme
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb po aq e tmerrshme,
\npo aq sa t\u00eb kuptohemi p\u00ebr gjith\u04abka.<\/p>\n

Plagosemi megjithat\u00eb.
\nDhe, i fiksuar nga nj\u00eb njohje fillestare,
\nshpirtin t\u00ebnd t\u00eb but\u00eb
\ns\u2019do ta ofendoj me keqkuptim
\ndhe as do t\u00eb vras me kuptim.<\/p>\n

1956<\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"
\nFotografi e poetit me Richard Nixon<\/em><\/p>\n

EVGENIJ EVTU\u0160ENKO<\/strong><\/p>\n

BUZ\u00cbQESHJET<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Ishin t\u00eb shumta, dikur, buz\u00ebqeshjet e tua:
\nbefasuese, djall\u00ebzore, buz\u00ebqeshje festive,
\ntriste ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb imcake, por prap\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje.<\/p>\n

Jo vet\u00ebm nj\u00ebra mbeti p\u00ebr ty prej buz\u00ebqeshjeve t\u00eb tua,
\nDo t\u00eb gjej nj\u00eb ar\u00eb ku rriten me qindra buz\u00ebqeshje.
\nDhe t\u00eb sjell nj\u00eb krah prej atyre buz\u00ebqeve t\u00eb bukura.<\/p>\n

Ti do t\u00eb m\u00eb thuash q\u00eb s\u2019ke nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr buz\u00ebqeshje se,
\nshum\u00eb t\u00eb kan\u00eb lodhur buz\u00ebqeshjet e mia e t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve,
\nsi \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb kan\u00eb lodhur dhe mua buz\u00ebqeshjet e tyre,<\/p>\n

M\u00eb kan\u00eb lodhur edhe mua pik\u00ebrisht buz\u00ebqeshjet e mia P\u00ebr mbrojtje kam shum\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje prej tyre.
\nq\u00eb m\u2019i b\u00ebjn\u00eb edhe m\u00eb pak t\u00eb lehta buz\u00ebqeshjet,<\/p>\n

Por t\u00eb them t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, un\u00eb nuk kam buz\u00ebqeshje.
\nJe ti p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn time e fundit prej buz\u00ebqeshjeve.
\nbuz\u00ebqeshje q\u00eb n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb nuk ka kurr\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje.<\/p>\n

1959<\/em><\/p>\n

EVGENIJ EVTU\u0160ENKO<\/strong>
\n\"\"
\nUOMO SOLO<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u04aa\u2019turp p\u00ebr njeriun e vet\u00ebm,
\nq\u00eb pa nj\u00eb mik,
\npa nj\u00eb mike,
\npa grua,
\nshkon te kinemtograf\u00ebt ,
\nku gjithmon\u00eb projektimet zgjasin kaq pak,
\ndhe kaq t\u00eb gjata jan\u00eb intervale!
\n\u04aa\u2019turp p\u00ebr njeriun q\u00eb n\u00eb luft\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb
\nt\u00eb nervave
\nkund\u00ebr p\u00ebr\u04abmimeve e \u00e7ifteve, n\u00eb holl,
\nstrehohet n\u00eb nj\u00eb qoshe
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrtypur nj\u00eb ushqim duke u skuqur
\nsi p\u00ebr nj\u00eb m\u00ebkat.
\nM\u00eb n\u00eb fund, turpin,
\nAnkthin
\nNa mbledh n\u00eb kompani t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme,
\np\u00ebr sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtor\u00eb miq\u00ebsish t\u00eb padobishme
\nq\u00eb na ndjek deri n\u00eb varr.
\nGrupet formohen pa arsye :
\nn\u00eb disa grupe pihet, pihet, pihet,
\nne nuk japim dor\u00ebheqje p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjykuar veten;
\nn\u00eb disa grupe t\u00eb tjera merren problemet e rrobave dhe vajzave,
\nn\u00eb disa grupe t\u00eb tjera flitet p\u00ebr \u00e7\u00ebshtjet ideologjike –
\nn\u00eb dukje –
\npor po t\u2019i shoh\u00ebsh mir\u00eb
\nkan\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn fytyr\u00eb …
\nnj\u00eb mij\u00eb fytyrat e kot\u00ebsis\u00eb!
\nHer\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb, her\u00eb n\u00eb kompanin\u00eb e zhurmshme …
\nM\u2019u shkrin\u00eb shum\u00eb her\u00eb –
\ns\u2019do t\u00eb dija t\u2019i llogarisja,
\ntani n\u00eb nj\u00eb kurth t\u00eb ri u mbeta i kapur,
\npor u lirova,
\nlash\u00eb atje vet\u00ebm pak
\nflok\u00eb !
\nPrej tij shp\u00ebtova?
\nTi p\u00ebrpara meje,
\nbosh
\ni lir\u00eb,
\ndreqi e di p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb duhesh!
\nM\u00eb p\u00eblqen, liria.
\nPor edhe, si nj\u00eb grua
\ndisamata e besnike
\nm\u00eb erdhe
\nvajz\u00eb.
\nDhe ti, e dashur,
\nsi ia \u00e7on?
\nU lirove edhe ti nga kot\u00ebsia?
\nT\u00eb kujt jan\u00eb tani syt\u00eb e tu t\u00eb bukur bajame
\ndhe shpatullat shum\u00eb t\u00eb bardha, luksoze?
\nJan\u00eb kaq pak vitet q\u00eb nga ajo mbledhje,
\ndhe tani –
\nsa e neveritshme!
\n\u00c7far\u00eb turpi,
\ne dashur,
\n\u00e7far\u00eb turpi!
\nSigurisht, ti mendon se un\u00eb hakmerrem,
\ndhe se tani po vrapoj me taxi p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb aventur\u00eb t\u00eb re,
\npor edhe po n\u00eb qoft\u00eb k\u00ebshtu, ku
\ndo duhet t\u00eb ndaloj\u00eb taksisti?
\nSepse \u00e7do gj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e kot\u00eb, ti shih,
\nkot\u00eb
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb e pamundur q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoj nga ti.
\nMe mua grat\u00eb
\nt\u00ebrhiqen n\u00eb vet\u00ebvete ,
\ntani e ndjejn\u00eb
\nq\u00eb jam aq i huaj sa s\u2019ka!
\nMbi gjunj\u00ebt e tyre v\u00eb kok\u00ebn:
\njo atyre –
\npor ty t\u00eb p\u00ebrkas un\u00eb.
\nPor ja k\u00ebtu \u00ebsht\u00eb . D\u00ebgjo: nj\u00eb dit\u00eb
\nvajta n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb mjer\u00eb t\u00eb Rrug\u00ebs Senaja.
\nNe var\u00ebsen me brir\u00eb t\u00eb varf\u00ebr
\nun\u00eb vara kapot\u00ebn.
\nN\u00eb dhom\u00eb ndodhej nj\u00eb bredh ski\u00e7 n\u00eb dhom\u00eb, ndri\u00e7uar nga flak\u00eb llambushkash,
\nrrinte ulur pran\u00eb nj\u00eb gruaje, k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt e saj t\u00eb bardha farfuriin:
\ne rrept\u00eb dhe e ngrysur n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb – si nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb.
\nKishte qen\u00eb krejt kaq e leht\u00eb – ftesa
\ndhe leja<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhur – q\u00eb shum\u00eb
\ne sigurt p\u00ebr mua dhe me shum\u00eb
\npaturp\u00ebsi moderne,
\nnuk i solla ca lule, por ca ver\u00eb;
\npastaj doli, si\u00e7 thuhet,
\npak m\u00eb
\nkomlese
\nGruaja heshte,
\ni shk\u00eblqenin bul\u00ebt e vesh\u00ebve
\ndy pika transparente –
\ndy pal\u00eb vath\u00eb
\njetim\u00eb.
\nSi e s\u00ebmur\u00eb,
\nduke m\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar me sy t\u00eb pasigurt\u00eb,
\nduke ngritur paksa trupin e saj t\u00eb dob\u00ebt,
\ntha me z\u00eb t\u00eb shrdh\u00ebt:
\n\u00abLargohu …
\nS\u2019ka nevoj\u00eb …
\nE shoh: ti nuk je imi,
\ni p\u00ebrket asaj … \u00bb
\nNj\u00ebher\u00eb sapo ra n\u00eb dashuri me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb,
\nme nj\u00eb thek\u00eb t\u00eb shp\u00ebrb\u00ebr\u00eb mbi ballin e tij,
\nme m\u00ebnyrat e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije, t\u00eb egra,<\/p>\n

dhe sy akulli,
\ni zbeht\u00eb prej frik\u00ebs
\ndhe pik\u00ebllimit.
\nIshim n\u00eb Krime.
\nNj\u00eb nat\u00eb zuri nj\u00eb stuhi,
\ndhe f\u00ebmija
\nn\u00eb magnezin e vet\u00ebtimave
\nm\u00eb thoshte n\u00ebn z\u00eb:
\n\u00abF\u00ebmija im?
\nF\u00ebmija im?\u00bb<\/p>\n

dhe m\u00eb mbuloi syt\u00eb me p\u00ebllamb\u00ebn e dor\u00ebs.
\n\u00c7do gj\u00eb p\u00ebrreth ishte e tmerrshme dhe solemne:
\ndhe bubullima
\ndhe gul\u00e7imi shurdh-memec i detit –
\ndhe ajo pati nj\u00eb intuit\u00eb t\u00eb papritur gruaje:
\ndhe m\u00eb b\u00ebrtiti:
\n\u00abTi nuk je imi,
\nnuk je imi!\u00bb
\nLamtumir\u00eb, e dashura ime !
\nUn\u00eb jam yti,
\nzymt\u00ebsisht,
\nbesnik\u00ebrish,
\ne kush \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm, \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb besnik se t\u00eb gjith\u00eb.
\nNga buz\u00ebt e mia nuk mund t\u00eb tretet n\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi
\nd\u00ebbora e lamtumir\u00ebs e dorashk\u00ebs t\u00ebnde t\u00eb vog\u00ebl.
\nN\u00eb saj\u00eb t\u00eb grave,
\nn\u00eb saj\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha grave
\nt\u00eb bukura dhe t\u00eb pabesa,
\nsepse e gjith\u00eb kjo zgjati nj\u00eb moment,
\nsepse lamtumira e tyre
\nnuk \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb mirupafshim,
\nsepse n\u00eb falsitetin e tyre t\u00eb plot\u00eb krenari sovrane,
\nna japin vuajtje t\u00eb shijshme
\ndhe frutat e shk\u00eblqyera t\u00eb vetmis\u00eb.
\n\"\"
\nEdward Hopper, New York Movie, 1939 (dettaglio)<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

MARINA IVANOVNA CVETAJEVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"
\n\u00abDHE M\u00cb N\u00cb FUND E GJETA<\/strong>\u00bb<\/p>\n

Dhe m\u00eb n\u00eb fund e gjeta
\nAt\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb i nevojsh\u00ebm:
\ndik\u00eb q\u00eb ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr mua
\n– si ajri.<\/p>\n

Sa m\u00eb e zez\u00eb dhe vdekjeprur\u00ebse –
\nm\u00eb e domosdoshme \u00ebsht\u00eb nevoja
\ne tjetrit \u2013 p\u00ebr ty. I cili
\nnuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb m\u00eb pak<\/p>\n

p\u00ebr mua \u2013 buka dhe frym\u00ebmarrja e tij.
\nI lipsem – dikujt:
\nlipset, p\u00ebrgjigjem
\nme thirrjen e par\u00eb.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb i lart\u00eb, m\u00eb i sigurt dhe dhe siguri
\ne maleve: kujtdo
\ni duhet nj\u00eb dor\u00eb: imja !
\nn\u00eb plag\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Dhe gjith\u00eb krahun – n\u00eb zjarr!
\nM\u00eb shum\u00eb se drita e syve
\nm\u00eb sh\u00ebrben nevoja njer\u00ebzore
\nmua- si fryma.<\/p>\n

ANNA ANDREEVNA ACHMATOVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"
\nSHQET\u00cbSIM<\/strong><\/p>\n

1<\/strong>.
\nDrita inkandeshente mbyste,
\ndhe shikimet e saja dukeshin rreze.
\nPata vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb gul\u00e7im:
\nky njeri mund t\u00eb m\u00eb zbut\u00eb.<\/p>\n

U p\u00ebrkul … do t\u00eb thot\u00eb di\u00e7ka …
\nGjaku iu zhduk nga fytyra.
\nSi nj\u00eb gur varri,
\ndashuria u vendos n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time.<\/p>\n

2<\/strong>.
\nNuk do, nuk do t\u00eb shikosh?
\nAh, sa e bukur je, moj e mallkuar!
\nQ\u00eb n\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebri kam pasur flatra,
\npor tani s\u2019mundem t\u00eb ngrihem fluturim.
\nNj\u00eb mjegull ma vesh shikimin,
\nngat\u00ebrrohen aty gj\u00ebrat dhe fytyrat,
\ndhe \u00ebsht\u00eb aty vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb tulipan i kuq,
\ntulipani q\u00eb mban n\u00eb vrim\u00ebn e filikut.<\/p>\n

3<\/strong>.
\nSi\u00e7 e do mir\u00ebsjellja e thjesht\u00eb,
\nu afrua pran\u00eb meje, buz\u00ebqeshi,
\nmidis p\u00ebrk\u00ebdheljes dhe e mefsh\u00ebt,
\nm\u00eb fshiku dor\u00ebn me nj\u00eb puthje,
\ndhe shikuan pupilat e mia
\nshemb\u00eblltira t\u00eb mistershme, t\u00eb lashta …
\nDhjet\u00eb vjet pulsime dhe thirrje,
\nt\u00eb gjitha net\u00ebt e mia pa gjum\u00eb
\npjesa tjet\u00ebr nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb e qet\u00eb,
\ne shqiptuar kot.
\nTi ike, po shpirti p\u00ebrs\u00ebri
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb i zbraz\u00ebt dhe i qart\u00eb.<\/p>\n

1913<\/em><\/p>\n

P\u00ebrkthyer nga: Faslli Haliti<\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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