Dol\u00ebn n\u00eb qarkullim dy librat e mi,v\u00ebllimi me tregime”Mos Harro” dhe v\u00ebllimi me poezi “Lirikat e Vjesht\u00ebs” P\u00ebr.kushte e kufizimit i\u00eb l\u00ebvizjes.tanip\u00ebrtani do ta gjeni vet\u00ebm n\u00eb librarit\u00eb e Vlor\u00ebs. ,te Stavri(gjyqi i vjet\u00ebr), te “Toena”te libraria p\u00ebrball\u00eb ambulnc\u00ebs dhe te gazetashit\u00ebsi para hotel “Sazanit” Dit\u00ebt e para t\u00eb qershorit do t\u00eb jet\u00eb edhe n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, Fier, Durr\u00ebs, Elbasan.<\/p>\n
Redaktore e V\u00ebllimit me tregime \u00ebsht\u00eb znja Iskra Tata ( Thoma), shkrimtare, kritike letrare, p\u00ebrkthyese, publi\u00e7iste, redaktorja e par\u00eb shqiptare fem\u00ebr. Redaktore e V\u00ebllimit me poezi \u00ebsht\u00eb zonjusha Alisa Velaj, poete, pedagoge e Gjuh\u00ebs shqipe dhe let\u00ebrsis\u00eb, botuese edhe n\u00eb Let\u00ebrsin\u00eb europiane.<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr V\u00ebllimin me tregime :
\nKorektore letrare : Raimonda Hamo
\nRecezent\u00eb : Ahmet Brahimi, Fitim Mezini dhe Aurora Mezini ( Aliu)
\nRecezent\u00eb p\u00ebr problemet historike : Bukuroshe Mu\u00e7aj ( Isaraj) , Durim Alushi.
\nFaqosja : Anthulla Papakroni ( Ko\u00e7o).
\nKopertina : Adriatik Rama.
\n P\u00ebr V\u00ebllimin me poezi :
\nRedaktore : Kristina Petriti ( Papa)
\nRecezent\u00eb : Ahmet Brahimi, Bukuroshe Mu\u00e7aj ( Isaraj)
\nKopertina : Adriatik Ramaj.<\/p>\n
\u00c7’pate<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00c7’pate moj sorkadhe me mua t\u00eb zin\u00eb, Pajtim Xhelo<\/strong>, 23 maj 2020<\/em><\/p>\n Ajo dit\u00eb po vjen<\/strong><\/p>\n Bir’ i Zotit nuk lindi nga m\u00ebkati, Pajtim Xhelo<\/strong>, 21 maj 2020<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dol\u00ebn n\u00eb qarkullim dy librat e mi,v\u00ebllimi me tregime”Mos Harro” dhe v\u00ebllimi me poezi “Lirikat e Vjesht\u00ebs” P\u00ebr.kushte e kufizimit i\u00eb l\u00ebvizjes.tanip\u00ebrtani do ta gjeni vet\u00ebm n\u00eb librarit\u00eb e Vlor\u00ebs. ,te Stavri(gjyqi i vjet\u00ebr), te “Toena”te libraria p\u00ebrball\u00eb ambulnc\u00ebs dhe te gazetashit\u00ebsi para hotel “Sazanit” Dit\u00ebt e para t\u00eb qershorit do t\u00eb jet\u00eb edhe n\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":56149,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-letersi","category-poezi"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nMallin pse ma zgjove nga gjumi hyjnor?
\nPo vitet th\u00ebrmuar n\u00eb nj\u00eb thyerin\u00eb,
\nPse m’i afrove si flladin mbr\u00ebm\u00ebsor?
\n\u00c7’pate moj th\u00ebll\u00ebz\u00eb me mua t\u00eb mjerin,
\nPse m\u00eb ndeze eshk\u00ebn , lagur nga nj\u00eb shi?
\nNuk mundem t\u00eb sjell dot si dikur ylberin,
\nMos luaj me mua, se s’jam m\u00eb i ri.
\n\u00c7’pate pul\u00ebbardh\u00eb, pse m\u00eb hallakate,
\nNuk hidhem dot dallg\u00ebs p\u00ebr t\u00eb kapur ty,
\nAfrohu me val\u00ebn, se rinia vate,
\nVala do prek bregun, un\u00eb do puth ty.
\n\u00c7’pate moj h\u00ebn\u00ebz, me naze pse m\u00eb sheh,
\nPse rend n\u00ebp\u00ebr qiell dhe m\u00eb ndez d\u00ebshir\u00ebn?
\nF\u00ebrg\u00eblloj pas teje gjersa dita zbeh,
\nP\u00ebrmallimin e nat\u00ebs dhe err\u00ebsir\u00ebn.
\n\u00c7’m\u00eb kthyen syt\u00eb gri n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e vjet\u00ebr,
\n\u00c7’m\u00eb ndez\u00ebn shpirtin, kur ftohur qe ai,
\nKoh’e vonuar p\u00ebrqas dashuri tjet\u00ebr,
\nMbi gjuh\u00eb flake, nj\u00eblloj si n\u00eb rini.
\nVjesht’ e jet\u00ebs gjith\u00eb gjethet sa i shkundi,
\nVe\u00e7 nj\u00eb deg\u00ebz lakuriq nuk ka mbetur,
\nEdhe pse dimri inat\u00e7or e l\u00ebkundi,
\nMbi pikla vese nektari s’\u00ebsht\u00eb tretur.
\nMos ma rr\u00ebmbeve ti muzgun n\u00eb t\u00eb shkuar,
\nMos ti ia vodhe nat\u00ebs qet\u00ebsin\u00eb?,
\nO Zan\u00eb mali, p\u00ebllumbesh\u00eb syshkruar,
\nN\u00eb nj\u00eb bjeshk\u00eb me arom\u00eb tr\u00ebndelin\u00eb.
\nSi nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje maji me yje rr\u00ebzuar,
\nN\u00eb flak\u00eb hyjnore ndeze dashurin\u00eb,
\nSe\u00e7 m\u00eb dehe me mall e dh\u00ebmbje trazuar,
\nM\u00eb zbrite rinin\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb l\u00ebndin\u00eb.
\n\u00c7’pate moj syshkruar q\u00eb m\u00eb vodhe gjumin,
\nMos, se m\u00eb l\u00ebndove plag\u00ebn q\u00eb m\u00eb dh\u00ebmb,
\nMjellm\u00eb q\u00eb z\u00ebshuar e p\u00ebrshkove lumin,
\nT\u00eb prita qet\u00eb, u frika mos t\u00eb tr\u00ebmb.
\n\u00c7’pate moj puhiz\u00eb, \u00ebndr\u00ebn pse ma more,
\nSe ne \u00ebndrat na lumturojn\u00eb tani,
\nPse vjen mbi krah\u00eb n\u00eb net\u00eb \u00ebngj\u00ebllore,
\nMos e nxit thinjoshin n\u00eb m\u00ebkat t\u00eb ri!<\/p>\n
\n
\nE solli n\u00eb jet\u00eb nj\u00eb virgj\u00ebri,
\n\u00cbndra dhe zili p\u00ebr pushtet nuk pati,
\nPo nxiti n\u00eb shpirt paqe dhe liri.
\nBir’ i Zotit nuk k\u00ebrkoi kuror\u00eb,
\nFjal’ e tij ish vyrtyt e urt\u00ebsi,
\nMos e pa ndokush me shpat\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb?
\nApo t\u00eb dhunonte ndonj\u00eb njeri?
\nEdhe vdekjen e pati t\u00eb munduar,
\nPa p\u00ebr vras\u00ebsit k\u00ebrkoi m\u00ebshir\u00eb,
\nBir’ i Zotit, p\u00ebrjet’ i shenjt\u00ebruar,
\nE la bot\u00ebn det pa fund me trazir\u00eb.
\nT\u00eb vetmin bir n\u00eb Tok\u00eb solli Zoti,
\nP\u00ebrtej frym\u00ebs s\u00eb tij n\u00eb virgj\u00ebri,
\nM\u00ebkati q\u00eb sundonte q\u00eb motmoti,
\nE nd\u00ebshkoi me shpat\u00ebn pabesi.
\nKy ish njeriu, ky ish njer\u00ebzimi?
\n\u00cbngj\u00ebllin shp\u00ebtimtar e kryq\u00ebzoi?
\nN\u00ebp\u00ebr terr hodhi hapat posht\u00ebrimi,
\nDhe gjaku i lig t\u00eb rridhte nxitoi.
\nNga ai \u00e7ast sa vite rrug\u00ebtuan,
\nKoh\u00ebt p\u00ebrcillnin ca etjelubi,
\nM\u00ebkatet e vjet\u00ebr kurr\u00eb s’harruan,
\nT\u00eb sillnin burim p\u00ebr krimin e ri.
\nMbi k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb qeshte lig\u00ebsia,
\nKur flak\u00ebve digjej shpirti i ri,
\nTani lum’ i gjer\u00eb zbret pabesia,
\nMashtrimi \u00ebsht\u00eb veshur si Liri.
\nMij\u00ebra hajdut\u00eb dhe g\u00ebnjeshtar\u00eb,
\nRehatuar n\u00eb ndenj\u00ebset e nderit,
\nT\u00eb p\u00ebrbaltur, kriminel\u00eb, zuzar\u00eb,
\nSi hiena n\u00eb arenat e sherrit.
\nPak vite pas er\u00ebs s\u00eb re m\u00ebkati,
\nVrau nderin dhe u ul k\u00ebmb\u00ebkryq,
\nZhgab\u00ebrryer trup e shpirt nga inati,
\nT\u00eb frikur po na mbajn\u00eb n’udh\u00ebkryq.
\nSi shpat\u00eb mbi kokat tona, tmerruar,
\n Pas dymij\u00eb vitesh presin t\u00eb vi,
\nJezu Krishti q\u00eb e pat\u00ebn nd\u00ebshkuar,
\nPo i ndrydhin popujt n\u00eb rob\u00ebri.
\nDymij\u00eb vite qe biri te Ati,
\nBota jon\u00eb nuk ndjeu qet\u00ebsi,
\nEdhe ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb kur paqia zgjati,
\nVinin papre rrebeshe dhe stuhi.
\nJa, \u00e7asti i shp\u00ebtimit po agon,
\nSe n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes do vi s\u00ebrish Ai,
\nM\u00eb besoni miq, dita po afron,
\nP\u00ebr Liri, Barazi, V\u00ebllaz\u00ebri!<\/p>\n