Poetja ne fjal\u00eb tashma eshte e njohur per lexuesin, ajo pasi botoj liberin e pare, u be pjese e poezis\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Valbona shkruan rrjedhshem dhe me pasion, \u00e7do rreshti i poezive te saj eshte shume komunikativ me lexuesin. Asaj i pelqen rreshti i lire, i pelqen t’i shkruaje gjithesis\u00eb, jetes, kenges, blerimit, vuajtjes dhe mjerimit, e pse jo here edhe ta ironizoj\u00eb politiken, qe tashma na ka zene frymen.<\/p>\n
Urime poetes Valbona. NJ\u00cb K\u00cbNG\u00cb N\u00cb HESHTJE<\/strong><\/p>\n Nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb n\u00eb heshtje l\u00ebshon tinguj t\u00eb zjarrt, M\u00cb TH\u00cbRRASIN SYT\u00cb E TU T\u00cb ETUR<\/strong><\/p>\n M\u00eb th\u00ebrrasin syt\u00eb e Tu t\u00eb etur, Poetja ne fjal\u00eb tashma eshte e njohur per lexuesin, ajo pasi botoj liberin e pare, u be pjese e poezis\u00eb. Valbona shkruan rrjedhshem dhe me pasion, \u00e7do rreshti i poezive te saj eshte shume komunikativ me lexuesin. Asaj i pelqen rreshti i lire, i pelqen t’i shkruaje gjithesis\u00eb, jetes, kenges, blerimit, vuajtjes dhe mjerimit, e […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":65837,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3960","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-letersi","category-poezi"],"yoast_head":"\n
\n\/Gjin Musa<\/strong>, gazetar<\/em><\/p>\n
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\nP\u00ebr ata sy, qepallat lundrojn\u00eb mbi dallg\u00eb.
\nJeta m\u00eb ka dhuruar m\u00eb t’bukur\u00ebn p\u00ebrrall\u00eb,
\nS’kam p\u00ebr tu ndalur ajo k\u00ebng\u00eb m\u00eb mban gjall\u00eb.
\nFluturon ndjenja merr krah jete mbi vullkan,
\nDigjet shpirti, n\u00eb sekretin e \u00ebndrrave ti je pronar.
\nNj\u00eb koncert shijesh gatuar, shpirtin ndezur mban,
\nKarvan yjet l\u00ebshuar, n\u00eb pafajsi e fjal\u00ebs flasin syt\u00eb tan.
\nDashurom\u00eb e k\u00ebng\u00ebs mos ja ndal\u00eb notat e larta,
\nN\u00eb \u00e7adr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde m\u00eb mbaj\u00eb, nga lot\u00ebt t’mos lagem.
\nThurma shpirtin me shpirtin t\u00ebnd kopsitur bashk\u00eb,
\nStolise me ngjyrat e ylberit, t\u00eb kuqen theksoje pak.<\/p>\n
\nEja p\u00ebrtej dallg\u00ebve me shkum.
\nT’fluturojm n\u00eb tok\u00ebn e \u00ebndrrave,
\nAtje ku net\u00ebt nuk kan\u00eb gjum\u00eb…
\nNisem pa e kuptuar n’futurim,
\nHumbas n\u00eb ndjenja kuturru..
\nN\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu p\u00ebrplasem un\u00eb,
\nSe zemra jote; rreh ve\u00e7 p\u00ebr mu.
\nKursyer z\u00ebrin e zemr\u00ebs t\u00ebnde,
\nM\u00eb th\u00ebrret me syn\u00eb e shpirtit.
\nM\u00ebndja ime ra n\u00eb vena gjaku,
\nAty nj\u00eb drite e madhe N’univers!
\nM\u00eb th\u00ebrrasin syt\u00eb e Tu n\u00eb heshtje,
\nM\u00eb afrohesh ngadal\u00eb si flad i er\u00ebs.
\nM\u00eb puth me epshin shpirtin t\u00eb etur,
\nKur largohesh, lemza merr emrin t\u00ebnd.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"