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

Tregim<\/em><\/p>\n

Nata dukej si qeli e zez\u00eb, me dyer err\u00ebta, pa h\u00ebn\u00eb dhe yje. Ajo err\u00ebsohej edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb nga v\u00ebshtrimi i Jet\u00ebs jasht\u00eb dritares. Nata dhe Jeta ngjanin shum\u00eb. T\u00eb dyja t\u00eb veshura vet\u00ebm me t\u00eb zeza. Asaj i p\u00eblqente shpesh t\u00eb rrinte vet\u00ebm n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb, t\u00eb mbyllte syt\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ndjente drit\u00ebn p\u00ebrtej qerpik\u00ebve t\u00eb mbyllur. Ndjenja e g\u00ebzimit i ishte vyshkur, q\u00eb prej dy vjet\u00ebsh, kur i vdiq bashk\u00ebshorti n\u00eb nj\u00eb aksident dhe tani jetonte vet\u00ebm me djalin e saj 6 vje\u00e7ar. Ajo ishte q\u00ebndistare, dhe me k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb jetonte. Q\u00ebndismat e saj nuk i b\u00ebnte askush n\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kryeqytetin. I dinte t\u00eb gjitha llojet e stileve t\u00eb pun\u00ebs. Kishte marr\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha llojet e ngjyrave, q\u00eb ndodheshin n\u00eb luspat e argjendta t\u00eb peshqve dhe i rrethonte me val\u00ebzimin e blert\u00eb t\u00eb algave fiston. N\u00eb bardh\u00ebsin\u00eb e mbulesave t\u00eb trapezave, hidhte gjith\u00eb lustr\u00ebn e gjelb\u00ebr t\u00eb barit t\u00eb p\u00ebrkulur nga era, p\u00ebr ti b\u00ebr\u00eb vend margaritave t\u00eb bardha, pem\u00ebve me lulet e \u00e7elura, q\u00eb p\u00ebrcillnin cic\u00ebrim\u00ebn e zogjve t\u00eb stolisur me pend\u00eb ngjyr\u00eb ylberi. Pasi shtriu shpatullat e mpira nga nata, shkoi t\u00eb shihte Albanin e vog\u00ebl n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e tij. Ai po vizatonte nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me tjegulla me nj\u00eb dritare t\u00eb vog\u00ebl p\u00ebrpara. I puthi flok\u00ebt dhe vazhdoi pun\u00ebn… Eh, si ishte jeta!… Shpesh merr kthesa t\u00eb forta dhe shpirti merr goditje q\u00eb askush nuk e dinte n\u00ebse riparohen. Jan\u00eb \u00ebndrrat ato q\u00eb rip\u00ebrt\u00ebrin\u00eb ngadal\u00eb shpres\u00ebn e shpirtit t\u00eb plagosur nga vdekja e fatit, q\u00eb i ra p\u00ebr bashk\u00ebshort\u00ebsi. Albani ishte e gjith\u00eb jeta e saj. Nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i \u00ebmb\u00ebl, q\u00eb i falte nj\u00eb bot\u00eb engj\u00ebjsh. Flok\u00ebt e tij kishin ngjyr\u00eb gruri, syt\u00eb e kalt\u00ebr, kurdoher\u00eb me nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim t\u00eb thell\u00eb, dukej si i zbritur nga shenjt\u00ebria e qiellore. Ajo po q\u00ebndiste krah\u00ebt e engj\u00ebllit, n\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7ar\u00e7af t\u00eb vog\u00ebl f\u00ebmij\u00ebsh, kur d\u00ebgjon nj\u00eb p\u00ebrplasje dhe nj\u00eb r\u00ebnkim. U ngrit e tmerruar dhe pa se i biri kishte rr\u00ebshqitur nga patina e vog\u00ebl dhe ishte p\u00ebrplasur n\u00eb cepin e murit t\u00eb dhom\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

– Alban, foli mamit! -i tha duke qar\u00eb\u2026 Ai nuk reagonte. Nga goja po nxirrte shkum\u00eb. E mori menj\u00ebher\u00eb dhe i dha makin\u00ebs si e \u00e7mendur ta \u00e7onte n\u00eb spital. \u201cT\u00eb lutem bir, mos m\u00eb braktis edhe ti!.. Zot m\u00eb ndihmo. T\u00eb lutem, t\u00eb lutem,p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste ajo. Kur arrit\u00ebn n\u00eb spital, doktor\u00ebt i b\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha ekzaminimet mjek\u00ebsore. Ai nuk kishte asnj\u00eb reagim. Gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn Jeta e kaloi n\u00eb kok\u00ebn e tij tep\u00ebr e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar. N\u00eb or\u00ebt e para t\u00eb m\u00ebngjesit ai u p\u00ebrmend dhe pyet t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebn: -Mami p\u00ebrse jemi k\u00ebtu?…
\n-Oh bir m\u00eb n\u00eb fund u zgjove!- i tha ajo duke e puthur pareshtur e g\u00ebzuar.
\n– Rr\u00ebshqite me patinat dhe u vrave pak\u2026kaq – I tha ajo dhe lajm\u00ebroi menj\u00ebher\u00eb doktor\u00ebt. Erdhi nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i ri, dhe i l\u00ebmoi kok\u00ebn.
\n-Si t\u00eb quajn\u00eb? -e pyeti ai..
\n– Arb\u00ebr- u p\u00ebrgjigj djali. Jeta s\u2019po u besonte vesh\u00ebve t\u00eb saj.
\n– Po mami jote kush \u00ebsht\u00eb?… -Arjana Guri\u2026E dua shum\u00eb…- dhe b\u00ebri me dor\u00eb nga Jeta.
\n-Babi im quhet Ferid dhe \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebsues. I p\u00eblqen t\u00eb shkruaj. Ne jemi nga Gjirokastra dhe sht\u00ebpia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb Dunavat. At\u00eb na e ka l\u00ebn\u00eb gjyshi.
\n-Shkon n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb- e pyeti doktori..
\n– Po megjith\u00ebse babi m\u00eb ka m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb shkruaj dhe t\u00eb lexoj\u00eb…
\n– Ai filloi t\u00eb tregonte shum\u00eb holl\u00ebsira. Doktori i tha Jet\u00ebs: -Djali ka p\u00ebsuar, pak humbje t\u00eb kujtes\u00ebs, si pasoj\u00eb e goditjes n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Fatmir\u00ebsisht ai nuk ka asnj\u00eb fraktur\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Por m\u00eb e \u00e7uditshme \u00ebsht\u00eb, se ai flet sikur jeton n\u00eb nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb kaluar, pasi po bej krahasimin, me gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb m\u00eb keni th\u00ebn\u00eb ju… -Por dua t\u00eb them di\u00e7ka, jo si doktor\u2026Kam lexuar p\u00ebr dukurin\u00eb e retrospektives apo Deja-Vu si njihet n\u00eb shum\u00eb gjuh\u00eb t\u00eb bot\u00ebs…
\n-D\u00ebgjoje djalin dhe b\u00ebj ashtu si t\u00eb thot\u00eb zemra .
\n– Faleminderit doktor, -i tha Jeta.
\nPas dy dit\u00ebsh mor\u00ebn daljen nga spitali dhe u nis\u00ebn p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Vog\u00eblushi k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulte q\u00eb t\u00eb shkonin n\u00eb Gjirokast\u00ebr, atje ku kishin jetuar t\u00eb tre t\u00eb lumtur. Jet\u00ebs ju kujtuan fjal\u00ebt e doktorit dhe pas nj\u00eb hezitimi ata mor\u00ebn rrug\u00ebn drejt\u00eb Gjirokastr\u00ebs.
\n-Mami, un\u00eb do t\u00eb \u00e7oj tek sht\u00ebpia jon\u00eb, atje ku kemi jetuar, \u2013i tha Albani. Kur hyn\u00eb n\u00eb Gjirokast\u00ebr vog\u00eblushi cic\u00ebroi;
\n-Sa shum\u00eb ka ndryshuar qyteti, por m\u00eb par\u00eb do shkojm\u00eb tek shkolla, t\u00eb k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb babin q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebsues, pastaj shkojm\u00eb tek sht\u00ebpia!..
\n. -Mos thuaj marr\u00ebzira!- i tha Jeta. Nj\u00eb zot\u00ebri elegant sapo doli nga shkolla e mesme.
\n-Mami un\u00eb ndjej pranin\u00eb e babit. – ai u shk\u00ebput nga dora e saj dhe vrapoi.
\n– Babi , babi, t\u00eb gjeta, – thirri Albani dhe iu hodh n\u00eb qaf\u00eb.
\n-Vog\u00eblush me k\u00eb m\u00eb ngat\u00ebrron.- i tha ai ,- dhe me nj\u00eb ndjesi t\u00eb habitshme b\u00ebn ta p\u00ebrqafoj\u00eb. -T\u00eb lutem, shkojm\u00eb tek sht\u00ebpia rr\u00ebz\u00eb shk\u00ebmbit!.. Pastaj ta them… \u2013i tha Albani i vog\u00ebl, dhe e t\u00ebrhoqi nga dora. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb arriti Jeta, i k\u00ebrkoi falje dhe e sqaroi…
\n-Interesant! – tha i panjohuri, \u2013 shkojm\u00eb ta shohim at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, sepse u b\u00ebra edhe un\u00eb kurioz. Sht\u00ebpia ishte shum\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr, af\u00ebr 200 vje\u00e7are. Ajo mund t\u00eb shembej nga \u00e7asti n\u00eb \u00e7ast. \u00c7atia ishte m\u00ebnjanuar pak. Rreth e p\u00ebrqark n\u00eb oborr, nd\u00ebrmjet gur\u00ebve kishte mbir\u00eb bari i gjat\u00eb.
\n-Mami, macja me viza, q\u00eb ti i thoshe babit, ka gjysm\u00eb h\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj. Macja u hodh n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tij dhe po e l\u00ebpinte.
\n– Mami, e pe?… Shiko ku e ka sht\u00ebpin\u00eb macja. Dy gur\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj ishin streha e maces.<\/p>\n

\u2013 Mami, porta e ka \u00e7el\u00ebsin posht\u00eb gurit t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb cep t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. T\u00eb dy me profesorin e historis\u00eb e shtyn\u00eb gurin. Posht\u00eb tij ishte nj\u00eb \u00e7el\u00ebs i madh i ndryshkur. Hap\u00ebn port\u00ebn q\u00eb l\u00ebshon tring\u00ebllima t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme dhe hyjn\u00eb brenda…Muret dukeshin sikur mbanin akoma era jet\u00eb. Pluhuri i dy shekujve kishte mbuluar dy dhom\u00ebzat e vogla. Nj\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb e vog\u00ebl me sofr\u00ebn ngritur, tre stola, pothuaj t\u00eb kalbur, nj\u00eb oxhak i vog\u00ebl, hiri p\u00ebrzier me pluhurin kishin marr\u00eb ngjyr\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb. En\u00ebt prej bakri, t\u00eb vendosura n\u00eb dy rafte, kishin z\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb shtres\u00eb t\u00eb err\u00ebt. Nj\u00eb dollap i vog\u00ebl, gjysm\u00eb i kalbur, q\u00eb me zor mbahej n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, ndodhej n\u00eb k\u00ebndin e kuzhin\u00ebs. N\u00eb dhom\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr kishte jast\u00ebk me dantella, q\u00eb rrethonin an\u00ebt e dhom\u00ebs. N\u00eb an\u00eb t\u00eb dritares s\u00eb vog\u00ebl, ishte nj\u00eb dyshek kashte dopjo, i mbuluar me nj\u00eb batanije t\u00eb punuar n\u00eb tezgjah, q\u00eb nuk i dukej ngjyra. Pran\u00eb ndodhej nj\u00eb dyshek i vog\u00ebl i nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije 6 vje\u00e7ar. -Mami krevati im!… N\u00eb shpirtin e Jet\u00ebs vibronin ndjenja t\u00eb p\u00ebrziera. Shikonte me cep t\u00eb syrit reagimet e m\u00ebsuesit, q\u00eb dukej i zhytur n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Cop\u00ebza historie, cop\u00ebza dhimbje t\u00eb larg\u00ebta ndjente , nj\u00ebsoj si hiri i vatr\u00ebs. \u00c7\u2019far\u00eb sekretesh fsheh kjo sht\u00ebpi? P\u00ebrse m\u00eb duket e ngroht\u00eb dhe jo e neveritshme, ashtu si\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb gjendjen e tanishme? \u2013 mendoi Jeta. Ata t\u00eb tre ngjanin tani me nj\u00eb trek\u00ebnd\u00ebsh, e djali i vog\u00ebl p\u00ebrpiqej t\u00eb krijonte nj\u00eb rreth familjar si dikur. Kishin kaluar shume qiej t\u00eb viteve dhe ai p\u00ebrs\u00ebri mundohej t\u00eb rikthente flet\u00ebn e kaluar t\u00eb nj\u00eb qielli, q\u00eb ruante kujtimet e tij… Me at\u00eb memorie t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, donte t\u00eb \u00e7\u2019rr\u00ebnjoste jet\u00ebt e zhytura n\u00eb pezullin e dy shekujve, e ti ngjiste n\u00eb drit\u00eb, me at\u00eb shpirtin e tij patetik.
\n– Po tani m\u00eb beson? \u2013 i tha ai pas pak. -Shiko ma..ty t\u00eb p\u00eblqente t\u00eb q\u00ebndisje me gjergjef. N\u00eb sirtarin e par\u00eb n\u00eb dollap ke gjergjefin dhe gjilp\u00ebrat .
\n\u2013 Babi,- i drejtohet ai m\u00ebsuesit…<\/p>\n

– N\u00eb dollap ke fyellin t\u00eb mbledhur me nj\u00eb shami t\u00eb kuqe q\u00eb ta dhuroi gjyshi, nd\u00ebrsa n\u00eb fund t\u00eb dollapit ruaje nj\u00eb pen\u00eb dhe boj\u00ebn q\u00eb shkruaje… Babi, ti u s\u00ebmure prej tuberkulozit, m\u00eb von\u00eb edhe mami. Ti e doje shume mamin dhe mua. At\u00ebher\u00eb ne dham\u00eb fjal\u00ebn q\u00eb do mblidheshim bashk\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7do lloj kohe…Ti edhe mami shkuat n\u00eb qiell. Un\u00eb ngela vet\u00ebm. Nat\u00ebn n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr m\u00eb doli nj\u00eb njeri i shenjt\u00eb veshur me t\u00eb bardha, me fustanell\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb qeleshe me xhufk\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb thot\u00eb se n\u00eb disa far\u00ebza tr\u00ebndafili t\u00eb shkruaj tre emrat tan\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu do gjendeni p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Kam hequr nj\u00eb gur nga vatra dhe aty n\u00eb nj\u00eb kuti t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, jan\u00eb far\u00ebzat e tr\u00ebndafilit dhe tre emrat tan\u00eb. Dashuria jon\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb aq e madhe sa do t\u00eb vazhdojm\u00eb jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb atje ku e lam\u00eb. Un\u00eb ju gjeta, babi, bashkohu me ne!…
\nAi nxjerr gurin dhe kutia e vog\u00ebl me far\u00ebzat e tr\u00ebndafilit dhe tre emrat e shkruar q\u00ebndronte para tyre. Me sy t\u00eb shqyer nga habia, Jeta dhe m\u00ebsuesi v\u00ebshtronin njeri-tjetrin. Kur djali i vog\u00ebl lexoi tre emrat e tyre t\u00eb tre u drodh\u00ebn:
\n– Ferid- Arjana,- Arb\u00ebr -Guri… Kam d\u00ebgjuar se sot Faruk, do t\u00eb thot\u00eb, ai q\u00eb dallon t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, Ferid, \u00ebsht\u00eb em\u00ebr unik. Arjana do t\u00eb thot\u00eb plot\u00eb jet\u00eb. Macja mjaulliu dhe vog\u00eblushi teksa u kthye p\u00ebr ta kapur, u p\u00ebrplas pa dashur me der\u00ebn… E gjith\u00eb sht\u00ebpia i erdhi p\u00ebrqark. Nj\u00eb re pluhuri u ngrit n\u00eb dhom\u00eb.
\n-Alban \u2013 thirri Jeta e shqet\u00ebsuar!
\n-Oh koka, u vrava pak, mu b\u00eb nj\u00eb xhung\u00eb e vog\u00ebl, por mos ki merak, mami… Mami \u00e7\u2019far\u00eb k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb sht\u00ebpi? Po ky zot\u00ebria kush \u00ebsht\u00eb? \u2013tha \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht pas pak.
\n-Je mir\u00eb, Alban?, dalim jasht\u00eb. – Mir\u00eb jam, – tha Albani dhe shikonte me \u00e7udi zot\u00ebrin\u00eb pran\u00eb tyre. -\u00cbsht\u00eb m\u00ebsues, historian, \u2013 i tha Jeta, – por ti s\u2019mban mend asgj\u00eb..
\n– Jo mami, por \u00e7\u2019far\u00eb duhet t\u00eb mbaj mend?\u2026
\n– Asgj\u00eb bir, m\u00eb mjafton q\u00eb je mire. M\u00ebsuesi mbante n\u00eb dor\u00eb fyellin, pend\u00ebn, boj\u00ebn dhe kutin\u00eb e vog\u00eblushit teksa dol\u00ebn jasht\u00eb. Nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e \u00e7atis\u00eb ra, sapo kap\u00ebrcyen der\u00ebn e jashtme. Faruku tha:
\n– M\u00eb e \u00e7uditshme \u00ebsht\u00eb, se gjat\u00eb dy shekujve, jan\u00eb zhvilluar shum\u00eb luft\u00ebra, dhe kjo sht\u00ebpi s\u2019u prek asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. Ajo ka qen\u00eb si t\u00eb mos ekzistonte, e padukshme p\u00ebr ngjarjet e koh\u00ebrave. Tani q\u00eb e kreu misionin e saj \u00ebsht\u00eb e lire.
\n-Pse ti i beson gjith\u00eb k\u00ebsaj historie? \u2013 i tha Jeta. -Nuk mund t\u00eb them q\u00eb i besoj, por as t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt\u00ebn. -Un\u00eb di gjith\u00eb pem\u00ebn time familjare. por kjo ngjarje \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb enigm\u00eb. Po ti si mendon?- e pyeti ai.
\n-Ka ligje n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb, q\u00eb nuk i dim\u00eb, dhe \u00e7do gj\u00eb absurde ka nj\u00eb shpjegim, por ne nuk kemi njohuri ti shpjegojm\u00eb… -tha Jeta. Macja me viza i kishte ndjekur pas dhe mjaullinte.
\n-Mami shiko sa mace e bukur ta marrim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi? \u2013e pyeti vog\u00eblushi. Po bir, \u2013 i tha Jeta pa u menduar. Jeta arriti te makina e saj dhe hip\u00ebn bashk\u00eb me vog\u00eblushin… Macja me vija, i l\u00ebpinte dor\u00ebn Albanit.<\/p>\n

Enigmat vazhdojn\u00eb! \u2013 tha m\u00ebsuesi, – por un\u00eb do hetoj p\u00ebr at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ata u p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndet\u00ebn dhe k\u00ebmbyen numrat e celular\u00ebve, Jeta drejtoi timonin e makin\u00ebs p\u00ebr n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Djalit t\u00eb saj u rikthye kujtesa dhe ky ishte g\u00ebzim i madh p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Pas disa dit\u00ebsh bie zilja e celularit. Ishte Faruku. Ai i tha se gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb Albani, ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb p\u00ebr pjes\u00ebtar\u00ebt e asaj familje, ai kishte pyetur p\u00ebr historikun e saj\u2026 Ai kishte m\u00ebsuar shum\u00eb leht\u00eb t\u2019i binte fyellit dhe deri at\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e dinte q\u00eb ishte i pasionuar pas k\u00ebsaj vegle t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb… Por enigma do mbetej p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht e pazgjidhur… Ata u miq\u00ebsuan dhe kjo miq\u00ebsi u b\u00eb p\u00ebllumb lajm\u00ebtar i dashuris\u00eb. U martuan me miratimin e Albanit dhe t\u00eb tre krijuan nj\u00eb treshe familjare t\u00eb lumtur. Jeta lindi edhe dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb djal\u00eb. \u00c7\u2019far\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsie kishte ishin apo jo n\u00eb nj\u00eb jet\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. E r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme \u00ebsht\u00eb q\u00eb ata jan\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur. Ndoshta dashuria e kaluar ndali nj\u00eb pauz\u00eb, p\u00ebr ti b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb fort\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tyre n\u00eb fluturim.<\/p>\n

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Nji cik\u00ebl me poezi nga Vjollca Tiku Pasku<\/em><\/p>\n

VAJI I VIOLIN\u00cbS<\/strong>
\nI dashuri im prej toke, vajin e violin\u00ebs luaj,
\ngishtat e mi, si petalet e tr\u00ebndafilit k\u00ebputen,
\nviolina qan, me vajin e zogut, prer\u00eb n\u00eb gastare,
\ndhimbja djeg telat e instrumenti q\u00eb l\u00ebkundet.
\nI dashuri im, mbuluar me membran\u00ebn e tok\u00ebs,
\nvjeshta luan vajin me shkopinjt\u00eb e er\u00ebs hak\u00ebrruar,
\ngjethet ul\u00ebrijn\u00eb e mbyten n\u00eb rrjedh\u00ebn e shqot\u00ebs,
\nkurorat e deg\u00ebve thyhen te drejtk\u00ebnd\u00ebshi ku je izoluar.
\nI dashuri im, vaji i violin\u00ebs rrjedh nga spiralet e qiellit,
\nsi lum\u00eb bregzbuluar, m\u00eb mbyt n\u00eb erozionin me re,
\nvet\u00ebtimat e violin\u00ebs, kam urat qiellore p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhur tek ti,
\ndridhjen e telave, kam britmat e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs s\u00eb thyer n\u00ebn dhe\u2019.
\nJetoj mes pasqyrave, ku fshehin fytyr\u00ebn time,
\nmes zambak\u00ebve t\u00eb \u00e7ngjyrosur, n\u00eb ajrin e ngrir\u00eb,
\ngjith\u00eb bota ime p\u00ebrb\u00ebhet prej statujave l\u00ebviz\u00ebse.
\nviolina ka shpirtin tim, vajin e zis\u00eb luan me z\u00eb t\u00eb lir\u00eb.<\/p>\n

SHPRES\u00cbVENITUR<\/strong>
\nPrita, 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

PEJZAZH VJESHTE<\/strong>
\nK\u00ebndo moj er\u00eb lozonjare k\u00ebng\u00ebn e vjesht\u00ebs,
\ngjethe t\u00eb kuqe t\u00eb verdha i rr\u00ebzon mbi liqen,
\nme \u00ebndrra shtr\u00ebnguar val\u00ebzojn\u00eb udh\u00ebn heshtas,
\nbrenda u fiket ngadal\u00eb nj\u00eb drit\u00eb e zbeht\u00eb n\u00eb dej.
\nKallamat mbajn\u00eb iso zanore e p\u00ebrkunden n\u00eb kor,
\ndeg\u00ebt e pem\u00ebve luajn\u00eb violin\u00eb me f\u00ebshf\u00ebritje.
\nOh, nj\u00eb lule e kuqe i ra nj\u00eb vajze n\u00eb dor\u00eb,
\nduke shp\u00ebrndar\u00eb petalet n\u00eb bar si duartrokitje.
\nNj\u00eb gur i vetmuar n\u00eb breg rrethuar me myshk jeshil,
\npret nj\u00eb z\u00eb apo nj\u00eb fole t\u00eb lagur t\u00eb prish monotonin\u00eb,
\nnj\u00eb val\u00eb t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrron, t\u00eb puth\u00eb nj\u00eb bilbil,
\nt\u00eb ndjej\u00eb n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn e gurt\u00eb ujin dhe dashurin\u00eb.
\nMuzgu i kuq\u00ebrremt\u00eb ik\u00ebn i shoq\u00ebruar me er\u00eb,
\nnata sjell heshtjen me parfum t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb mbi liqen.
\nDo t\u00eb doja h\u00ebn\u00ebn ta mbyllja n\u00eb nj\u00eb got\u00eb me ver\u00eb,
\nt\u2019i lija nj\u00eb dritare, t\u00eb l\u00ebshonte rreze drit\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb deh…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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