{"id":3709,"date":"2016-06-13T07:44:53","date_gmt":"2016-06-13T06:44:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fjala.info\/?p=3709"},"modified":"2021-03-14T22:28:19","modified_gmt":"2021-03-14T21:28:19","slug":"nje-copez-jete-tregime-nga-vjollca-tiku-pasku","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jehonashqiptare.al\/fjala\/nje-copez-jete-tregime-nga-vjollca-tiku-pasku\/","title":{"rendered":"NJ\u00cb COP\u00cbZ JETE dhe N\u00cbNA – tregime nga Vjollca Tiku Pasku (dhe dy poezi)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Vjollca Tiku Pasku<\/strong> lindi n\u00eb Fier me 12 qershor 1969. N\u00eb vitin 1987 mbaroij gjimnazin e ri, sot Perikli Ikonomi. Me pas vazhdoi studimet p\u00ebr teknologji ushqimore. Punoi si teknologe p\u00ebr 3 vjet. Ne 1996 emigroj n\u00eb Greqi, s\u00eb bashku me familjen. U kthye n\u00eb vendlindje ne 2009. P\u00ebr pes\u00eb vjet punoi n\u00eb biznesin e saj familjar, p\u00ebr t\u00eb emigruar s\u00ebrish n\u00eb Gjermani, ku punon dhe jeton aktualisht.<\/p>\n

Ka filluar te shkruaj\u00eb shum\u00eb her\u00ebt megjith\u00ebse botimi i par\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb vitin 2013 me librin “Firzarmonika e ndjenjave”, duke vazhduar te shkruaj\u00eb jo vet\u00ebm ne poezi, por edhe ne proz\u00eb. Ka fituar vendin e dyt\u00eb ne proz\u00eb me \u00e7mimin letrar Frang Bardhi, si dhe \u00e7mimin e lexuesit 2015 n\u00eb gazet\u00ebn ‘Telegraf’. Botuese e rregullt ne gazetat e shtypit dhe n\u00eb internet… Libra t\u00eb tjer\u00eb n\u00eb poezi dhe proz\u00eb presin t\u00eb shohin drit\u00ebn e botimit. Gjin Musa<\/strong>, gazetar.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

NJ\u00cb COP\u00cbZ JETE<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Vjollca Tiku Pasku<\/strong><\/p>\n

\uf0a7 tregim<\/em><\/p>\n

Rrezet e kuqe t\u00eb diellit binin shtruar n\u00eb asfaltin e rrug\u00ebs duke e nxehur tej mas\u00ebs. Nga temperaturat e larta, asfalti ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb i but\u00eb dhe n\u00eb cepat e pashkelura formonte flluska. Gjat\u00eb drek\u00ebs ato fryheshin dhe m\u00eb pas plasnin duke \u00e7liruar at\u00eb afsh t\u00eb nxeht\u00eb me er\u00ebn karakteristike q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb mbyt\u00ebse p\u00ebr frym\u00ebmarrjen… N\u00eb mesdit\u00eb, kjo vap\u00eb b\u00ebhej e padurueshme, sepse t\u00eb gjitha poret e trupit p\u00ebrthithnin t\u00eb nxehtin dhe ajri i thar\u00eb pa lag\u00ebshti v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsonte frym\u00ebmarrjen. Vendos\u00ebm me bashk\u00ebshortin q\u00eb k\u00ebto dit\u00eb t\u00eb nxehta t\u2019i kalonim n\u00eb qytetin tim bregdetar t\u00eb lindjes. Sapo arrit\u00ebm aty, un\u00eb si p\u00ebrher\u00eb shkova p\u00ebr t\u00eb psonisur tek magazina e madhe e shoqes time t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. U p\u00ebrqafuam me mall, pasi kishim koh\u00eb pa u par\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Fytyra e saj ovale e bardh\u00eb me flok\u00ebt e zez\u00eb krijonin at\u00eb kontrast q\u00eb quhet bukuri. Syt\u00eb q\u00eb dikur ishin te v\u00ebmendsh\u00ebm edhe n\u00eb l\u00ebvizjen m\u00eb t\u00eb leht\u00eb, tani ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb disi t\u00eb hutuar. P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeta bashk\u00ebshortin e saj, nj\u00eb njeri trupgjat\u00eb me flok\u00eb t\u00eb dendur g\u00ebshtenj\u00eb. N\u00eb t\u00ebmthat kishte fije te bardha thinje, sikur koha i kujtonte q\u00eb vitet e tij po kalonin. Gjithmon\u00eb zot\u00ebronte nj\u00eb energji t\u00eb papar\u00eb dhe p\u00ebrher\u00eb krijonte nj\u00eb situat\u00eb gazmore. Evelina kishte p\u00ebrqendruar shikimin n\u00eb nj\u00eb pik\u00eb, nj\u00ebsoj si t\u00eb shikonte nj\u00eb shishe ne det, nga ato q\u00eb ruanin nj\u00eb mesazh t\u00eb mbyllur dhe val\u00ebt e merrnin duke e shtyr\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb e m\u00eb larg. \u201d\u00c7\u2019mendonte vall\u00eb..\u201d Papritur u zgjua nga p\u00ebrgjumja dhe u bashkua me batutat e tij, m\u00eb pas i tha di\u00e7ka t\u00eb shoqit, m\u00eb kapi prej krahu dhe m\u00eb tha: -Hajde t\u00eb pim\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe s\u00eb bashku. Pranova me k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi. U ul\u00ebm n\u00eb lokalin m\u00eb t\u00eb af\u00ebrt, dhe un\u00eb ia nisa:<\/p>\n

– Lina t\u00eb kujtohet kur ishim t\u00eb vogla, sa her\u00eb kishe di\u00e7ka q\u00eb t\u00eb mundonte, ti vrapoje tek un\u00eb dhe t\u00eb dyja e diskutonim s\u00eb bashku. Tani t\u00eb shoh t\u00eb menduar, ti sikur ke nj\u00eb hall. M\u00eb duket sikur m\u00eb ke thirrur me bot\u00ebn e shpirtit p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb th\u00ebne di\u00e7ka… Lina e befasuar, shkundi gjith\u00eb turbullimin e grumbulluar me nj\u00eb psher\u00ebtim\u00eb t\u00eb zgjatur dhe tha:
\n– Esht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtete ne kemi qen\u00eb si motra, por edhe tani megjith\u00ebse nuk jemi par\u00eb shpesh, un\u00eb t\u00eb konsideroj si t\u00eb till\u00eb…
\n– Nj\u00ebsoj t\u00eb \u00e7moj edhe un\u00eb, p\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebn pjes\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, – i thash\u00eb un\u00eb duke pritur t\u00eb vazhdonte shpjegimin e pyetjes sime.
\n– Ti me kuptove menj\u00ebher\u00eb, – tha ajo – q\u00eb di\u00e7ka nuk shkon. At\u00ebher\u00eb po t\u00eb hap ty zemr\u00ebn, nuk i kam th\u00ebn\u00eb askujt…<\/p>\n

N\u00eb magazin\u00eb rrim\u00eb po thuaj nga m\u00ebngjesi n\u00eb dark\u00eb. Un\u00eb shk\u00ebputem me intervale p\u00ebr pun\u00ebt e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. P\u00ebr t\u00eb leht\u00ebsuar pun\u00ebn p\u00ebrdorim kompjuterin. Ti e di q\u00eb kam mbaruar ekonomikun dhe gjith\u00eb hyrjet-daljet e mallit i b\u00ebjm\u00eb me t\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb hapa faqe n\u00eb fb dhe n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e lir\u00eb flisja me shoqet. Nj\u00eb shoqe me prezantoi nj\u00eb kush\u00ebririn e saj n\u00eb fb. E pranova pa d\u00ebshir\u00eb. Me shum\u00eb mir\u00ebsjellje m\u00eb tha \u201dse kishte nj\u00eb biznes t\u00eb vog\u00ebl dhe n\u00ebse mund t\u00eb merrte mallra nga magazine jon\u00eb\u201d. \u201cNatyrisht\u201c iu p\u00ebrgjigja. Kur erdhi m\u00eb v\u00ebshtronte ngultas, vjedhurazi nga burri im, nj\u00ebsoj sikur t\u00eb hidhte nj\u00eb rrjete t\u00eb padukshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb rob. Koh\u00eb pas kohe u m\u00ebsova ta marr at\u00eb shikim, si nj\u00eb shigjet\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl q\u00eb m\u00eb trazonte di\u00e7ka brenda meje. M\u00eb dukej vetja si preja e nj\u00eb magjistari ndjenjash. Zemra m\u00eb godiste me forc\u00eb, nj\u00ebsoj sikur do m\u00eb k\u00ebrcente nga kraharori, dhe mjaftonte ta t\u00ebrhiqte pak\u00ebz, un\u00eb do t\u00eb pranoja \u00e7do vuajtje, apo tortur\u00eb, mjafton t\u00eb isha bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb. Q\u00eb nga ai \u00e7ast fishekzjarr\u00ebt shp\u00ebrthenin n\u00eb qiell, nd\u00ebrsa ndjenjat shp\u00ebrthenin brenda meje dhe purpurima e kuqe m\u00eb deg\u00ebzohej faqeve, se ndjeja t\u00eb m\u00eb digjnin. Buz\u00ebt e tij mishtore m\u00eb ngjallnin d\u00ebshir\u00eb dhe z\u00ebri i tij ishte si nj\u00eb instrument q\u00eb luante vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr mua. N\u00eb fillim m\u00eb dukej nj\u00eb njeri i zakonsh\u00ebm, pastaj portreti i tij m\u2019u ngrit n\u00eb qiell. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb burri im kishte vajtur t\u00eb paguante disa fatura. K\u00ebtij i ndrit\u00ebn syt\u00eb tek m\u00eb pa vet\u00ebm. Doja t\u00eb fshihja at\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl q\u00eb m\u00eb provonte ai, por orvatja ime ishte e kot\u00eb.<\/p>\n

I thash\u00eb pun\u00ebtorit tim t\u00eb ngarkonte artikujt q\u00eb bleu ai n\u00eb makin\u00ebn e tij dhe u t\u00ebrhoqa p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb llogarin\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb erdhi pas n\u00eb zyr\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha \u201cEdhe sikur t’i bija kryq e t\u00ebrthor bot\u00ebs, nuk do gjeja lule m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur nga ty p\u00ebr ta kundruar. Je si lulja n\u00eb mes t\u00eb shk\u00ebmbit t\u00eb gremin\u00ebs. Kam frik\u00eb se kurr\u00eb nuk do mund t\u00eb t\u00eb arrij\u201d. \u201dNuk ke frik\u00eb se mos bie n\u00eb humner\u00ebn e thell\u00eb \u201c i thash\u00eb un\u00eb. \u201cJo, m\u00eb frik\u00eb kam t\u00eb v\u00ebshtroj e t\u00eb ndiej kund\u00ebrmimin t\u00ebnd\u201c m\u00eb tha. Ai hodhi nj\u00eb hap p\u00ebrpara, si p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb kap\u00ebrcimin mbi shk\u00ebmb. Instinkti i vet\u00ebmbrojtjes m\u00eb thoshte \u201ds\u2019prapsu e marr\u00eb, \u00e7\u2019po b\u00ebn\u201d. Por zemra m\u00eb fliste: \u201cvet\u00ebm nj\u00eb puthje e para dhe e fundit\u201d. Lufta logjik \u2013zem\u00ebr ndesheshin si dy qenie p\u00ebr jet\u00eb a vdekje. Ai e pa ngurrimin tim, m\u00eb v\u00ebshtroi me sy, sikur do t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrpinte, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb doja t\u00eb humbisja n\u00eb horizontin enigmatik t\u00eb tij. Ai m\u00eb puthi me nj\u00eb puthje t\u00eb gjate dhe mua m\u2019u duk sikur shp\u00ebrtheu port\u00ebn e turpit e t\u00eb ndrojtjes dhe u hap bota e p\u00ebrjetimit t\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb. Ndjeja gjakun t\u00eb m\u00eb v\u00ebrshonte n\u00eb vena i nxeht\u00eb, dhe mushk\u00ebrit\u00eb e mia q\u00eb po thithnin ajrin e tij. Po te mos ishin hapat e pun\u00ebtorit tim, nuk e di ku do kishim arritur. U t\u00ebrhoqa menj\u00ebher\u00eb dhe b\u00ebra sikur po vazhdoja llogarin\u00eb, duke qen\u00eb se po mbytesha n\u00eb nj\u00eb batic\u00eb ndjenjash. N\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn an\u00eb ndihesha e lumtur dhe shikoja \u00ebndrra me sy hapur, sikur isha me t\u00eb, dhe nga ana tjet\u00ebr me vriste nd\u00ebrgjegjja. Nj\u00ebzetekat\u00ebr vjet martese po i hidhja posht\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Dy f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi djali nj\u00ebzetedy vje\u00e7 dhe vajza nj\u00ebzet\u00ebvje\u00e7e \u00e7\u2019far\u00eb do mendonin p\u00ebr mua. Po bashk\u00ebshorti im q\u00eb m\u00eb kish mbajtur n\u00eb p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb dor\u00ebs, zonj\u00eb mbi zonja, s\u2019i mund t\u2019i vija shkelmin, kur m\u00eb tep\u00ebr nuk dija \u00e7far\u00eb mendje kishte ky. \u201cTe lutem Lina, mos m\u00eb b\u00ebj moral, mjaft lufte zhvillohet n\u00eb shpirtin tim. Do t\u00eb thosha se lufta me arm\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb asgj\u00eb para luft\u00ebs s\u00eb shpirtit… \u2013 m\u00eb tha ai pas rezistenc\u00ebs sime… Sot \u00ebsht\u00eb hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb ai me la takim n\u00eb nj\u00eb motel, n\u00eb or\u00ebn gjasht\u00eb… Nuk po u besoja vesh\u00ebve te mi, as syve. Ajo ishte v\u00ebrtet\u00eb Evelina, shoqja ime e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb ?… Ajo kishte qen\u00eb nga shoqet m\u00eb e arsyeshmja, m\u00eb e logjikshmja, njeriu m\u00eb shpirt mir\u00eb dhe m\u00eb drejte q\u00eb kisha njohur. Tani vinte nj\u00eb \u00e7ast ku brenda hutimit t\u00eb saj fshihte gjith\u00eb zjarrin e madh q\u00eb i ishte ndezur papritur. Nj\u00eb shpirt ku kishte lul\u00ebzuar si n\u00eb nj\u00eb tok\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb, p\u00ebr kaq vjet, dhe mjaftoi nj\u00eb shkreptim\u00eb e g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebrt p\u00ebr t\u2019i zgjuar d\u00ebshir\u00ebn t\u00eb provonte stuhin\u00eb q\u00eb i p\u00ebrkiste nj\u00eb territori t\u00eb huaj. Vitet e kaluara p\u00ebr t\u00eb po zbeheshin si gjethet e vjesht\u00ebs, duke harruar se edhe ajo po shkelte n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn stin\u00eb. Tani ishte nd\u00ebrmjet qiellit dhe tok\u00ebs duke harruar se qielli \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebr zogjt\u00eb me krah\u00eb dhe toka p\u00ebr njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb mb\u00ebshteten fort n\u00eb t\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– \u00c7\u2019far\u00eb pret shko, Lina! \u2013 i thash\u00eb me nj\u00eb ton provokues. – Kaq thjesht\u00eb, Lola? – tha ajo me nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim dyshues… – T\u00eb gjitha tradhtit\u00eb, thjesht ndodhin, – i thash\u00eb un\u00eb qet\u00ebsisht. – Nuk po me ndalon?…
\n– E p\u00ebrse t\u00eb ndaloj, n\u00ebse ti merr p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr pasojat dhe t\u00eb v\u00eb kandarin t\u2019i peshosh, ku \u00ebsht\u00eb vuajtja dhe dhimbja m\u00eb e madhe.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn an\u00eb t\u00eb kandarit vendos s\u00eb pari f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, bashk\u00ebshortin, gjith\u00eb pun\u00ebn, ekonomin\u00eb t\u00ebnde, n\u00eb fund opinionin e bot\u00ebs, lakimin e emrit t\u00ebnd n\u00eb \u00e7do ras\u00eb, dhe n\u00eb an\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr vendos vet\u00ebm ndjenj\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn do ta quaj pasion kalimtar, ku do anoj\u00eb kandari?… Por edhe t\u00eb luash fshehurazi, as mos e mendo, sepse nj\u00ebher\u00eb do kapesh. Ti tani je b\u00ebr\u00eb dhe si e hutuar, rri gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn n\u00eb bot\u00ebn t\u00ebnde. Mos kujto se nuk ke r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy. Jam e bindur se burri yt t\u00eb ka pyetur shum\u00eb her\u00eb dhe di\u00e7 bluan p\u00ebr ty. N\u00ebse nj\u00ebzetekat\u00ebr vjet i shum\u00ebzon me zero at\u00ebher\u00eb shko… N\u00eb fb shum\u00eb njohje virtuale jan\u00eb kthyer n\u00eb njohje reale kan\u00eb ndar\u00eb shume familje\u2026 Pa prit, kur erdha u ndesha m\u00eb nj\u00eb person pak t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr, ai \u00ebsht\u00eb? – Po po ai… – O Zot, nj\u00eb xhuxh nj\u00eb metrosh, t\u00eb paska katandisur n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gjendje?!… Po a krahasohet burri yt si azgan me nj\u00eb gjysm\u00eb hije si ai\u2026<\/p>\n

Ti ke pasur momente bosh, t\u00eb plog\u00ebshta, dhe ato ngacmimet e v\u00ebshtrimet e vogla t\u00eb jan\u00eb kthyer n\u00eb emoni. Sa gra kan\u00eb r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb grack\u00eb ndjenjash\u2026 i konsumojn\u00eb\u2026 dhe m\u00eb pas jetojn\u00eb ne depresion, sepse i dashuri k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb zbrazet p\u00ebrher\u00eb dhe kur do ai, pa pyetur p\u00ebr familje, burr\u00eb, apo f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Ai pasi t\u00eb t\u00eb shtij\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb me fjal\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsuara sa andej k\u00ebtej, sepse k\u00ebta gjuetare dine mire se \u00e7far\u00eb i p\u00eblqen shpirtit t\u00eb ndjesh\u00ebm t\u00eb nj\u00eb gruaje naive, do vij\u00eb t\u00eb marri shum\u00eb artikuj p\u00ebr dyqanin e tij dhe ti do t\u2019ia jap\u00ebsh me \u00e7mimin q\u00eb i ke marr\u00eb vet, ose kur gjen rastin pa para. Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrfitimi. Nj\u00eb t\u00eb dashur p\u00ebr pak qejfe t\u00eb vjedhura dhe para p\u00ebr aq sa mund t\u00eb shfryt\u00ebzoj\u00eb… Ai familjen e tij nuk e prish kurr\u00eb, t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn gj\u00eb do t\u00eb thot\u00eb edhe ty. Besoj i ka b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb mire llogarit\u00eb… Mos m\u00eb thuaj se nuk kishe menduar asgj\u00eb nga k\u00ebto q\u00eb t\u00eb thash\u00eb, dhe hallakatesh vet\u00ebm ne lumin e ndjenjave. Hap syt\u00eb Lina!… Evelina m\u00eb v\u00ebshtronte e tmerruar dhe m\u00eb foli me shp\u00ebrthim gjoksi:<\/p>\n

– Jo, jo, Lola ime, kur njeriu verbohet nuk mendon logjikisht, por rend drejt \u00ebndrrave pa frym\u00eb. Duhej patjet\u00ebr nj\u00eb z\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb zgjonte!…
\n\u2013 At\u00ebher\u00eb jepi frym\u00ebmarrjen logjike \u00ebndrrave t\u00eb tua, Lina!… Lot\u00ebt e saj filluan t\u00eb rridhnin \u00e7urk. Ndoshta tani e zgjonin t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht nga amullia e mendimeve. U ndam\u00eb duke marre dy rrug\u00eb te ndryshme, un\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe ajo p\u00ebr n\u00eb pun\u00eb.<\/p>\n

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DJALI DHE PLEPI<\/strong><\/h3>\n

– tregim<\/em><\/p>\n

Ai ishte vet\u00ebm n\u00ebnt\u00eb vje\u00e7 dhe mblidhte kana\u00e7e. Kishte nj\u00eb bi\u00e7iklet\u00eb t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr, ku zhurmonte tring\u00ebllima e zinxhirit t\u00eb ndryshkur, sikur t\u00eb ishin zorr\u00ebt e nj\u00eb endacaku t\u00eb uritur. Kur kana\u00e7embledh\u00ebsit e m\u00ebdhenj e takonin shikonin n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, e v\u00ebshtronin me p\u00ebr\u00e7mim dhe e shanin, sepse u kishte hyr\u00eb n\u00eb pjes\u00eb. Hija e tij e vog\u00ebl tkurrej m\u00eb shum\u00eb dhe i jepte me shpejt\u00ebsi bi\u00e7iklet\u00ebs, t\u00eb dilte jasht\u00eb rrezes s\u00eb trazuar me vran\u00ebsira .Ishte i shkurt\u00ebr i dob\u00ebt, ezmer, me dy vetulla q\u00eb rrinin p\u00ebrher\u00eb t\u00eb mbledhura, si dy shpate mali q\u00eb ciknin majat e nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebs. Flok\u00ebt e zinj me baluke mbi ball\u00eb, syt\u00eb e v\u00ebmendsh\u00ebm dhe vesh\u00ebt q\u00eb reagonin ndaj \u00e7do tingulli t\u00eb vog\u00ebl metali, t\u00eb linin p\u00ebrshtypjen e nj\u00eb djali t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, q\u00eb fati e kishte paracaktuar t\u00eb b\u00ebhej i madh, duke mbajtur p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsi t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb mbi supet e brishta, t\u00eb siguronte ushqimin p\u00ebr pes\u00eb motrat dhe n\u00ebn\u00ebn e s\u00ebmur\u00eb. Pluhuri i rrug\u00ebs, djersa dhe era e keqe e shoq\u00ebronin n\u00ebp\u00ebr labirintet e or\u00ebve t\u00eb dit\u00ebs. Babai i tij ishte nj\u00eb pijanec i alkolizuar dhe asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk dihej ku ndodhej. Ai lypte dhe ato pak para q\u00eb mblidhte, i blinte alkol.<\/p>\n

Djali i vog\u00ebl jetonte n\u00eb mes t\u00eb bot\u00ebs s\u00eb \u00ebndrrave f\u00ebmij\u00ebrore dhe realitetit t\u00eb ashp\u00ebr. Ah sikur t\u00eb mund t\u00eb ndryshonte fatin e tij, pik\u00ebrisht si me shkopin magjik t\u00eb Zan\u00ebs, t\u00eb jetonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb bukur dhe me ushqim t\u00eb bollsh\u00ebm. I dukej shum\u00eb her\u00eb, se qielli disa i mbante me hat\u00ebr, kurse at\u00eb e kishte d\u00ebnuar. Nj\u00ebher\u00eb tjet\u00ebr mendja e tij prej f\u00ebmije imagjinonte, sikur bi\u00e7ikleta e tij t\u00eb fluturonte dhe t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb magnet q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqte \u00e7do metal n\u00eb kazan\u00ebt e mbeturinave. N\u00eb t\u00eb dal\u00eb t\u00eb qytetit, pik\u00ebrisht atje ku shinat e trenit kishin marr\u00eb ngjyr\u00ebn e l\u00ebkur\u00ebs s\u00eb gjarprit, kur e zhvesh dhe e l\u00eb n\u00eb pluhurin e fatit, ishin kat\u00ebr kazan\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj… Ishin thuajse bosh, sepse plehrat p\u00ebrreth tyre, p\u00ebrhapeshin nga qent\u00eb e nat\u00ebs. Kjo zon\u00eb, m\u00eb par\u00eb i p\u00ebrkiste fshatit, nd\u00ebrsa tani qytetit. N\u00eb t\u00eb djatht\u00eb, pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb metra m\u00eb tej, kishte disa plepa t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n

Tek nj\u00eb plep i p\u00ebrkulur si ombrell\u00eb, djali ulej dhe \u00e7lodhej. I p\u00eblqente t\u00eb shikonte gjethet shtrir\u00eb, rrezet q\u00eb dep\u00ebrtonin nga syt\u00eb jeshil t\u00eb gjetheve dhe t\u00eb kaltr\u00ebn e drit\u00ebs qiellore. Drejtonte gishtin tregues lart\u00eb dhe vizatonte konturet e gjetheve drit\u00ebn, hijet e gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb imagjinonte mendja e tij e vog\u00ebl… Gjithmon\u00eb i m\u00ebrm\u00ebriste plepit: \u201cA ka djal\u00eb tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb vuan kaq sa un\u00eb?… Sa m\u00eb p\u00eblqen t\u00eb shkoj n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, t\u00eb kem libra, ngjyra, t\u00eb t\u00eb pikturoj\u00eb ty, t\u00eb loz me top me shok\u00eb!\u2026 Por ah..duhet t\u00eb punoj\u00eb\u201d M\u00eb pas vazhdonte ecejaket me bi\u00e7iklet\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb tingullit t\u00eb art\u00eb, derisa dielli fshihej pas shallit t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr t\u00eb horizontit. Peshonte kana\u00e7et e vogla, merrte parat\u00eb dhe shkonte tek minimarketi i lagjes. Aty p\u00ebrher\u00eb blinte buk\u00eb, nj\u00eb kula\u00e7 t\u00eb kuq p\u00ebr vete, pes\u00eb karamele p\u00ebr t\u00eb pes\u00eb motrat dhe pak djath\u00eb t\u00eb lir\u00eb. Shkonte te markato e madhe, sepse ishte koha kur pastrueset shkarkonin koshat me frutat dhe zarzavatet gjysm\u00eb t\u00eb kalbura.<\/p>\n

Mund t\u00eb mblidhte disa, q\u00eb n\u00ebna e tij mund t\u2019i gatuante. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn k\u00ebtu nuk kishte konkurrenc\u00eb dhe sharje, por v\u00ebshtrime keqardh\u00ebse. N\u00eb dark\u00eb n\u00ebna i puthte duart dhe ia lante me lot dashurie. Motrat e vogla e rrethonin dhe e puthnin n\u00eb shenj\u00eb fal\u00ebnderimi. At\u00ebher\u00eb, gjith\u00eb mundimi dhe lodhja i largoheshin dhe ky ishte nj\u00eb \u00e7ast q\u00eb nuk e nd\u00ebrronte me asgj\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb. -V\u00eblla, do m\u00eb blesh nj\u00eb kukull me sht\u00ebpi kur t\u00eb teprojn\u00eb lek\u00ebt? – u d\u00ebgjua z\u00ebri i Miken\u00ebs trevje\u00e7are. -Do t\u00eb blej ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb -i tha i v\u00ebllai. Ajo iu hodh n\u00eb qaf\u00eb dhe i tha: – T\u00eb kam shum\u00eb xhan… – Edhe un\u00eb Genush… T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen drita e bardh\u00eb e agimit, nuk e po e zgjonte s\u2019i zakonisht, kur k\u00ebrcente nga dritarja tek syt\u00eb e tij. Koha ishte e vran\u00ebt. Ishte mesi i shtatorit dhe miniatura e dit\u00ebs ishte pikturuar me boj\u00ebn e err\u00ebsir\u00ebn s\u00eb nat\u00ebs. Ai veshi k\u00ebmish\u00ebn e vjet\u00ebr mori bi\u00e7iklet\u00ebn dhe u nis.<\/p>\n

Mornica t\u00eb ftohta i shkonin n\u00ebp\u00ebr trup. Baraka e tyre e vjet\u00ebr me zor mbahej n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe purtekat prej balte ishin plasaritur. E gjith\u00eb bryma e ftoht\u00eb e nat\u00ebs dep\u00ebrtonte si nj\u00eb hije e lag\u00ebsht brenda saj. \u201dJam ftohur\u201d mendoi djali dhe vazhdoi me zor rutin\u00ebn e zakonshme. Nj\u00eb er\u00eb e marr\u00eb i uturinte tek vesh\u00ebt sikur donte t\u2019a shurdhonte. Kur kaloi pran\u00eb kazan\u00ebve t\u00eb mbeturinave n\u00eb t\u00eb dal\u00eb t\u00eb qytetit, i zuri syri cop\u00ebza t\u00eb vogla tullash plastike t\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpie lod\u00ebr t\u00eb shp\u00ebrndara sa andej\u2013k\u00ebndej. Qesk\u00ebn me mbeturina e kishin hedhur fluturimthi, ndaj dhe lodrat gjysmat ishin jasht\u00eb dhe gjysmat brenda kazanit… Iu kujtua motra e vog\u00ebl dhe filloi t\u2019i mblidhte\u2026 Era pushoi dhe qet\u00ebsia e stuhis\u00eb po e maste vendin pash m\u00eb pash. Djali shikoi brenda kazan\u00ebve dhe n\u00eb fund t\u00eb tij pa kukull\u00ebn. Zgjati shkopin e tij ta t\u00ebrhiqte por ajo binte posht\u00eb si p\u00ebr inat. Shiu kishte nisur t\u00eb binte me flluska , dhe po e shtonte nxitimin e loj\u00ebs s\u00eb lag\u00ebsht. Djali zgjati dor\u00ebn n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb kukull\u00ebs dhe nj\u00eb \u201cOoooh!\u201d e zgjatur i doli nga fyti. Ra duke u palosur m\u00eb dysh brenda dhe goditi kok\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

Trupi i tij i kequshqyer nuk mundi t\u2019i b\u00ebnte asnj\u00eb rezistenc\u00eb forc\u00ebs s\u00eb r\u00ebndes\u00ebs. U mblodh kruspull nga dhimbja dhe bota po i rrotullohej brenda atij kazani t\u00eb qelbur. Dhimbja n\u00eb kok\u00eb me er\u00ebn e keqe i trazoi stomakun. Volli me shp\u00ebrthim, duke nxjerr\u00eb thartir\u00ebn e zorr\u00ebve nga goja dhe hunda nj\u00ebher\u00ebsh. P\u00ebr momentin i b\u00ebhej sikur nj\u00eb qenie e padukshme po i priste dhe i t\u00ebrhiqte gjith\u00eb zorr\u00ebt e barkut. Nuk po mundej t\u00eb frymonte. Hapi goj\u00ebn dhe u p\u00ebrpoq t\u00eb merrte frym\u00eb me goj\u00eb, por shukat e ajrit t\u00eb ndotur nuk ia furnizonin dot trupin e s\u00ebmur\u00eb. Bota e madhe ishte zvog\u00ebluar brenda nj\u00eb drejtk\u00ebnd\u00ebshi t\u00eb qelbur. U mundua t\u00eb ngrihej, por rr\u00ebshqiste n\u00eb metalin e qelbur e lag\u00ebshtitur nga kalbja e mbeturinave. Rrebeshi ia shtoi doz\u00ebn torturuese viktim\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. Teksa p\u00ebrpiqej p\u00ebr t\u00eb dal\u00eb jasht\u00eb k\u00ebtij kazani, djali ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb qull nga shiu dhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb dukej si nj\u00eb amfib i st\u00ebrmadh n\u00eb gjolin e plehrave. E gjith\u00eb bota p\u00ebrqark ishte shpopulluar nga qeniet njer\u00ebzore dhe ai po ndjente vet\u00ebm dhimbje vuajtjesh. Ethet e asaj dite dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb po i p\u00ebrpinin kockat, n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet dridhjeve gjarp\u00ebruese dhe k\u00ebrcitjeve s\u00eb dh\u00ebmb\u00ebve. Temperatura i shp\u00ebrndau frym\u00ebn e zjarrt\u00eb brenda l\u00ebkur\u00ebs s\u00eb drobitur…<\/p>\n

I dha edhe fuqit\u00eb e fundit trupit t\u00eb vet, duke mbajtur kukull\u00ebn me dh\u00ebmb\u00eb, dhe u zvarrit me duar derisa doli jasht\u00eb asaj vorbulle t\u00eb tmerrshme. T\u00ebrhoqi k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e lagura me mundim deri tek plepi p\u00ebr t\u2019u mbrojtur nga stuhia. Me syt\u00eb gjysm\u00eb t\u00eb mbyllur, vuri re disa deg\u00eb plepi q\u00eb u p\u00ebrkul\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u2019a mbrojtur nga stuhia. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, nuk ndjeu asnj\u00eb dhimbje. U ngrit lart\u00eb, i leht\u00eb, si pup\u00ebl ajri. Stuhia, shiu nuk e pengonin dot. Ai mund t\u00eb fluturonte. Ndjesi t\u00eb lumtura, kurr\u00eb s\u2019i kish provuar m\u00eb par\u00eb. Nuk e dinte n\u00eb ishte zog, shpirt, apo engj\u00ebll, por dinte q\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb impuls lumturie, nj\u00eb sinjal ekstaze, dhe do kishte vazhduar\u2026 Por dikush po p\u00ebrpiqej t\u2019i hapte dor\u00ebn q\u00eb shtr\u00ebngonte kukull\u00ebn…<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb pothuaj n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn e tij p\u00ebrpiqej t\u2019i shkulte gisht\u00ebrinjt\u00eb, p\u00ebr ti marr\u00eb kukull\u00ebn. Ai hapi syt\u00eb duke v\u00ebshtruar rreth e p\u00ebrqark. Stuhia ishte fshehur dhe dielli me shigjetat e zjarrta kishte fshir\u00eb \u00e7do gjurm\u00eb t\u00eb saj. Djali nuk e l\u00ebshonte kukull\u00ebn dhe po shikonte me habi vajz\u00ebn teksa klithte: – M\u00eb jep kukull\u00ebn time!\u2026 Ai m\u00eb mori kukull\u00ebn! – ajo filloi t\u00eb qante… Nj\u00eb djal\u00eb tjet\u00ebr i rritur me fytyr\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb se katrani, i mori bi\u00e7iklet\u00ebn dhe u b\u00eb er\u00eb. Nj\u00eb kalimtar i rastit, po i shikonte nj\u00eb cop\u00eb here dhe vazhdoi rrug\u00ebn e vet n\u00eb heshtje.<\/p>\n

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N\u00cbNA<\/strong><\/h3>\n

skic\u00eb <\/em><\/p>\n

Qielli \u00e7eli m\u00ebngjesin e ftoht\u00eb. Dita gdhiu n\u00eb vran\u00ebsir\u00ebn gotike t\u00eb reve. Gdhiu edhe nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb e vetmuar me flok\u00ebt e bardh\u00eb shprishur nga rrotullimet e pagjum\u00ebsis\u00eb. Mendimet e saj shtegtonin n\u00ebp\u00ebr labirintet e pafundme t\u00eb pik\u00ebllimit. Nga ameba kthehej n\u00eb p\u00ebshtjellimet e vetmis\u00eb. Lot\u00ebt v\u00ebrtisin sahatin e dhimbjes. Akrepat e pyetjeve nuk ndalnin asnj\u00ebher\u00eb, n\u00eb shpirtin e minuar, \u201cp\u00ebrse m\u00eb braktis\u00ebn f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi”. Uria dhe vetmia e shtyn\u00eb t\u00eb ngrihej t\u00eb hapte der\u00ebn e vjet\u00ebr dhe t\u00eb dilte n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, atje ku kishte shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz. Ajo p\u00ebr bot\u00ebn ishte nj\u00eb hije e padukshme. V\u00ebshtrimi i n\u00ebn\u00ebs ishte posht\u00eb \u201cse mos rast\u00ebsisht gjente di\u00e7ka\u201d. Teksa shikimi i saj ndiqte k\u00ebpuce t\u00eb vjetra q\u00eb nxitonin rrug\u00ebs, madje ndonj\u00ebra me goj\u00eb t\u00eb shqyer nga ecja,nd\u00ebrsa t\u00eb pakta ecnin t\u00eb reja q\u00eb shk\u00eblqenin nga boja e sapo lyer. Disa taka ecnin plot\u00eb delikates\u00eb duke p\u00ebrkundur vithet gjith\u00eb naze. Nj\u00eb e till\u00eb ngeci n\u00eb nj\u00eb grop\u00eb dhe u nda nga k\u00ebpuca. \u201cHajt n\u00eb djall\u201d u d\u00ebgjua nj\u00eb m\u00ebrm\u00ebrim\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Oh , n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb rrug\u00ebs nj\u00eb dor\u00eb e vog\u00ebl hodhi gjith\u00eb t\u00ebrs\u00ebllim nj\u00eb qese me ushqim, dhe vazhdoi rrug\u00ebn duke p\u00ebrplasur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt n\u00eb dor\u00ebn e mamas\u00eb q\u00eb i lutej \u201c t\u00eb mos qante\u201d. N\u00ebna e pa dhe i b\u00ebri syt\u00eb big\u00eb nga ankthi mos ia merrte ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Me t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb mori qesen dhe e hapi. Brenda kishte gjysm\u00eb byreku. Avulli i ngroht\u00eb i byrekut u kondensua dhe u shnd\u00ebrrua n\u00eb pik\u00ebza uji. N\u00ebna thithi arom\u00ebn e k\u00ebndshme, i mbylli p\u00ebr pak syt\u00eb dhe kujtoi koh\u00ebn kur e rrethonin engj\u00ebjt e vegj\u00ebl me dashurin\u00eb e madhe . Ajo p\u00ebrher\u00eb i t\u00ebhollte vet pet\u00ebt me pec dhe e gatuante me lakra t\u00eb egra… T\u00eb gjith\u00eb prisnin t\u00eb piqej byreku m\u00eb i shijsh\u00ebm, duke e quajtur, \u201cbyrek n\u00ebne\u201d.<\/p>\n

Kur p\u00ebrp\u00ebliti syt\u00eb ky imazh u tret menj\u00ebher\u00eb nga mendimi \u201cku jan\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi, p\u00ebrse m\u00eb harruan\u201d. Vetullat e bardha u mblodh\u00ebn si dy vet\u00ebtima kur fanepsen nj\u00ebher\u00ebsh. Rrudhat e fytyr\u00ebs shprehnin vitet e mjerimit. Shpirti i saj mbante nj\u00eb oqean dhimbje. Nga dridhjet e stuhive t\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimit lumenj lot\u00ebsh shp\u00ebrthenin vrullsh\u00ebm e mbanin t\u00eb lagur retin\u00ebn e plakur. Filloi t\u00eb mblla\u00e7itej ngadal\u00eb pa dh\u00ebmb\u00eb, duke u munduar ti kap\u00ebrcej\u00eb burgjit\u00eb me zor. Kur mbaroi fshiu buz\u00ebt e nxira me kurrizin e dor\u00ebs dhe u ngrit. Trupi i p\u00ebrkulur i p\u00ebrngjante nj\u00eb gozhde t\u00eb p\u00ebrthyer, q\u00eb pasi u p\u00ebrdor u hodh pa kujdes.<\/p>\n

U end nj\u00eb cop\u00eb her\u00eb rrug\u00ebve dhe m\u00ebrm\u00ebriti, \u201dvdekje mot\u00ebrzo, hajt t\u00eb shkojm\u00eb\u201d. Nj\u00eb z\u00eb si nga fundi i bot\u00ebs iu p\u00ebrgjigj \u201dPrit edhe pak, nuk besoj se nuk ekziston ndonj\u00eb njeri zem\u00ebrdhembshur. Zem\u00ebrdhembshuria \u00ebsht\u00eb bija e lutjes.\u201d N\u00ebna u end n\u00ebp\u00ebr dit\u00ebt monotone duke shpresuar \u201cndoshta\u201d, por asgj\u00eb e re. At\u00ebher\u00eb thirri p\u00ebrs\u00ebri\u201d Vdekje mot\u00ebrzo hajt t\u00eb shkojm\u00eb, fytyrat e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u00eb mi, m\u00eb jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb huaja\u201d. Vdekja iu afrua pran\u00eb dhe i foli \u201cthith edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb ajrin e k\u00ebsaj bote, dhe liroji t\u00eb gjitha pik\u00ebllimet e saj, dhimbjen, vuajtjen, zhuritjen, mjerimin, ato s\u2019t\u00eb p\u00ebrkasin m\u00eb\u201d. N\u00ebna mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb duke i ngopur me aj\u00ebr mushk\u00ebrit\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb fundit her\u00eb, dhe e nxori ajrin ngadal\u00eb, ngadal\u00eb derisa u b\u00eb e leht\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Shpirti i n\u00ebn\u00ebs u b\u00eb drit\u00eb dhe u ngjit lart\u00eb, lart\u00eb p\u00ebrtej mjegull\u00ebs qiellore.<\/p>\n

Pas disa dit\u00ebsh disa njer\u00ebz q\u00eb banonin p\u00ebrreth, e gjet\u00ebn trupin e n\u00ebn\u00ebs t\u00eb dekompozuar, dhe syt\u00eb e hapur v\u00ebshtronin lart. Hallet e tok\u00ebsor\u00ebve u p\u00ebrkasin vet\u00ebm atyre.<\/p>\n

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SONET JETE<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Kush ka ndjer\u00eb qysh her\u00ebt melodin\u00eb e ves\u00ebs s\u00eb agimit,
\nq\u00eb rr\u00ebshqet but\u00eb mbi harqe petalesh transparent,
\nka ndjer\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb rapsod t\u00eb r\u00ebn\u00eb nga gjuha e qiellit,
\nkur n\u00eb t\u00eb varet nj\u00eb uj\u00ebvar\u00eb q\u00eb me pika kristali k\u00ebrcen.<\/p>\n

Kush ka thithur aroma lulesh mbjellur nga nimfat n\u00eb tok\u00eb,
\nka ndjer\u00eb lindjen e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs q\u00eb me parfum tr\u00ebndafili ajrin q\u00ebndis,
\nthyerjen e qelq petaleve p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngritur shpirtin n\u00eb vall\u00ebzim,
\ndridhmat dhe mornicat e er\u00ebs n\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsimin e bukuris\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Kush i ka par\u00eb zogjt\u00eb me krah\u00eb gjigant\u00eb prej dallg\u00ebsh deti,
\nsfungjer\u00ebt q\u00eb kan\u00eb mbledhur but\u00ebsin\u00eb e p\u00ebrk\u00ebdheljes ujore,
\nkoralet yjor\u00eb ku puthen nga buz\u00ebt e peshqve n\u00eb gjethe rrymash,
\nka ndjer\u00eb or\u00ebt e kaltra n\u00eb byzylykun e perlave t\u00eb dit\u00ebve verore.<\/p>\n

Kush ka ndjer\u00eb tingujt e nj\u00eb violine t\u00eb zjarrt\u00eb n\u00eb vetveten e tij,
\nt\u00eb zhytur brenda zemr\u00ebs q\u00eb \u00e7liron hiret e nj\u00eb vullkani n\u00eb zgjim,
\nka ndjer\u00eb vakumin e \u00ebmb\u00ebl t\u00eb \u00e7asteve hyjnore t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb,
\nq\u00eb shkrin\u00eb fjal\u00ebt \u00e7astit dhe u dor\u00ebzohen britmave n\u00eb amshim.<\/p>\n

\n

TI, Q\u00cb M\u00cb T\u00cbRHEQ DREJT SHTAT\u00cb QIEJVE<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Na njohin t\u00eb gjitha pem\u00ebt q\u00eb shp\u00ebrndajn\u00eb oksigjenin nd\u00ebr lugje,
\nfrym\u00ebt e zogjve q\u00eb l\u00ebvizin sqepin me kureshtje n\u00eb imazhin ton\u00eb,
\nt\u00eb gjitha or\u00ebt q\u00eb mbajn\u00eb mbi shpatulla akrepa takimesh, puthjesh,
\nt\u00eb gjitha ngjyrat e dit\u00ebs q\u00eb derdhin ar n\u00eb oazin e dashuris\u00eb n\u00eb jehon\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ti m\u00eb t\u00ebrheq drejt\u00eb shtat\u00eb qiejve, ku rilindin galaktikat n\u00eb lart\u00ebsi,
\nku gjat\u00eb fluturimit, kodin e parajs\u00ebs e hap me nj\u00eb yll buze vet\u00ebm ti.
\nDistanc\u00ebn e larg\u00ebt, ku dall\u00ebndyshet fluturojn\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjetur ngroht\u00ebsi,
\nne e p\u00ebrshkojm\u00eb n\u00eb pak \u00e7aste, me pend\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb t\u00eb agimit t\u00eb ri…
\nTi mban n\u00eb gjoks nj\u00eb lir\u00eb hyjnore, q\u00eb k\u00ebndon k\u00ebng\u00ebn e luleve ekzotike,
\ne m\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb p\u00ebrhumb n\u00eb rruzujt e bot\u00ebrave t\u00eb virgj\u00ebra t\u00eb krijimit,
\nti mban n\u00eb dor\u00eb frer\u00ebt e karroc\u00ebs q\u00eb t\u00ebrheq \u00e7astet e viteve kozmike,
\nun\u00eb t\u00eb them: \u201cNdal, e fillojm\u00eb nga e para!… m\u00eb kap gjat\u00eb vrapimit!…<\/p>\n

\n

SHPRES\u00cbVENITUR<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Prita, oh sa dit\u00eb t\u00eb gjata dhe vite prita,
\nshpresova, oh sa horizonte shpresova,
\nse nj\u00eb drit\u00ebz e bukur pranvere,
\ndo t\u00eb lul\u00ebzonte n\u00eb vendin tim.
\nBesova me shpirt dhe \u00ebnd\u00ebrrova
\nn\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumjet e hap\u00ebsirave t\u00eb qiellit,
\nse ngjyra e kalt\u00ebr kur ngre v\u00ebshtrimin,
\ndo ngjyente shpirtrat t\u00eb shk\u00eblqenin pran\u00eb diellit.
\nU zhg\u00ebnjeva oh sa u zhg\u00ebnjeva,
\nnga lulet artificiale pa drit\u00eb, pa arom\u00eb,
\nq\u00eb l\u00ebshonin er\u00ebmime false sallave luksoze,
\nme thirrjen tipike\u201drroft\u00eb partia jon\u00eb\u201d.
\nTeksa stuhit\u00eb e uris\u00eb bridhnin n\u00eb tok\u00eb,
\nfshikullonin trupa dhe ngash\u00ebrenin syt\u00eb,
\nteksa m\u00ebrm\u00ebrisnin \u201czonj\u00eb m\u00eb fal di\u00e7ka… \u201d.
\ndhe shpesh lutja mbetej that\u00eb n\u00eb fyt.
\nDhimbja m\u00eb endet n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e shpirtit,
\nm\u00eb zhurit zemr\u00ebn e ndrydh kraharorin,
\nkur me mij\u00ebra jet\u00eb u k\u00ebput\u00ebn rrug\u00ebve,
\napo krip\u00eb s\u00eb l\u00ebng\u00ebt t\u00eb Adriatikut me Jonin
\nOh sa d\u00ebshiroj q\u00eb burimet e ujit t\u00eb ishin magjike,
\ne t\u00eb piheshin me \u00ebndje nga gurmazet e etura,
\ndhe atje brenda thell\u00eb labirinteve n\u00eb gjokse,
\nt\u00eb lahej zemra nga m\u00ebkatet dhe lakmit\u00eb e fshehta.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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