Paskam filluar t\u00eb vdes
\np\u00ebr vete
\ne t\u00eb gjall\u00ebroj
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt…..<\/p>\n
\u201cElipsi i Humbjes\u201d Myftar GJANA!
\nNA DUHET PAK KOH\u00cb<\/p>\n
Vet\u00ebm pak koh\u00eb na duhet, aq pak\u2026
\nLarg zhurmave dhe pluhurit, larg
\nShikimeve t\u00eb lerosura, larg
\nGoj\u00ebve \u00e7ap\u00eblyese, larg ajrit t\u00eb ndotur
\nNga djersa e epshit t\u00eb kau\u00e7ukt\u00eb,
\nAq pak sa t\u00eb hapim syt\u00eb pa neveri,
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb pem\u00ebt dhe barin, uj\u00ebrat dhe zogjt\u00eb,
\nAq pak sa t\u00eb heqim dyllin e Odiseut
\nNga vesh\u00ebt e lodhur s\u00eb d\u00ebgjuari k\u00ebng\u00eb arkaike.
\nSa p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb nj\u00eb cic\u00ebrim\u00eb zogu n\u00eb deg\u00eb,
\nFrym\u00ebmarrjen e bim\u00ebve dhe t\u00eb agimit,
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb nuhatur er\u00ebn e myshkut dhe t\u00eb tok\u00ebs,
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb prekur sakaq ajrin e ndrojtur
\nNga dyndja e njer\u00ebzve.
\nVet\u00ebm pak koh\u00eb na duhet, e mira ime
\nDiku atje, ku s\u2019ndihet
\nKut\u00ebrbimi i mushk\u00ebrive t\u00eb s\u00ebmura,
\nT\u00eb p\u00ebrziera me kund\u00ebrmime epshi,
\nT\u00eb rrim\u00eb larg dyk\u00ebmb\u00ebshve vesh\u00ebm\u00ebdhenj
\nMe goj\u00ebshpella t\u00eb hapura prej mishi.
\nAq pak koh\u00eb na duhet sa vetmia
\nT\u00eb na vizitoj\u00eb pa frik\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb na p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel\u00eb qet\u00ebsisht
\nMe duart e saj t\u00eb padukshme
\nN\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00eb, n\u00eb flok\u00eb e n\u00eb eshtra,
\nAq sa t\u00eb ndjejm\u00eb or\u00ebn e gjakut ton\u00eb
\nT\u00eb rrah\u00eb me t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin rit\u00ebm
\nDhe t\u00eb harrojm\u00eb se jemi dy vet\u00eb.<\/p>\n
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\nSTATUJA..<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb statuj\u00eb e desha nj\u00ebmend,
\ngjinjt\u00eb e bardh\u00eb ja kam shtrydhur
\nn\u00eb shtratin tim e kam shtrir\u00eb pa mend,
\nqum\u00ebshtin e zi duke i thithur.<\/p>\n
E kam zgjuar me puthje jo kafshime
\nnga gjumi mij\u00ebvje\u00e7ar i heshtjes,
\nlot\u00ebni ridhnin, e nga goja ankime
\np\u00ebr virgj\u00ebrin\u00eb e saj t\u00eb hershme.<\/p>\n
(Myftar Gjana, Elipsi i Humbjes)<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Para ndarjes.<\/p>\n
Pik\u00ebllim i bardh\u00eb.
\nTr\u00ebndafil i zi
\nMbi supe t\u00eb rri.<\/p>\n
\u00c7\u2019t\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj un\u00eb ty?<\/p>\n
Ngaz\u00ebllim takimi
\nul\u00ebrim\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimi
\nrruga ty t\u00eb sjell.<\/p>\n
Ku po m\u00eb p\u00ebrcjell?<\/p>\n
Jam si i p\u00ebrhim\u00eb
\nn\u00eb all\u00e7i t\u00eb shtangies.
\nStatuj\u00eb q\u00eb l\u00ebviz
\ne tretem diku
\nn\u00ebp\u00ebr qiell t\u00eb ndarjes<\/p>\n
Pritm\u00eb, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri…<\/p>\n
Poezi nga: Myftar Gjana, marr\u00eb n\u00eb librin e tij t\u00eb par\u00eb \u201cElipsi i Humbjes\u201d.
\n****<\/p>\n
MYFTARIT. (Nga Alban Bala)<\/p>\n
Syzet e tua te thyera mbetur shtrember
\nne xhep
\ntelefoni i vjeter, i vogel, i nje epoke tjeter,
\nrrobat e lira te dikujt qe nuk do t\u2019ja dije
\nse si duket, se ndoshta dhemb
\nta shohesh njeriun ne ate vuajtje<\/p>\n
ate burrin qe e ka gjoksin nje miniere
\nfloriri
\nqe mundet vec me mend ta thyeje dysh nje lis,
\nate kengen e pafryme te guximit qe flet per endrra
\nedhe kur e di fundin<\/p>\n
ku ta coj tani kujtimin tend qe vjen ere njeriu
\nne kete bote ku frymojne sendet dhe heshtjet
\nblihen shtrenjte? ku ta coj kujtimin<\/p>\n
e zerit tend qe e kish marre malli
\nqe lypte per miq per te njehur stinet
\ndhe fliste me drite; ku ta coj kujtimin
\ne nje bote qe ti e ngrite pa e besuar asnje dite<\/p>\n
miqte nuk ikin, vec treten ne limfe
\ndhe rrjedhin neper trup si dridhje…<\/p>\n
miqte nuk ikin kurre Myftar, vec prijne
\natje ku Zoti ben drite..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Paskam filluar t\u00eb vdes p\u00ebr vete e t\u00eb gjall\u00ebroj p\u00ebr t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt….. \u201cElipsi i Humbjes\u201d Myftar GJANA! NA DUHET PAK KOH\u00cb Vet\u00ebm pak koh\u00eb na duhet, aq pak\u2026 Larg zhurmave dhe pluhurit, larg Shikimeve t\u00eb lerosura, larg Goj\u00ebve \u00e7ap\u00eblyese, larg ajrit t\u00eb ndotur Nga djersa e epshit t\u00eb kau\u00e7ukt\u00eb, Aq pak sa t\u00eb hapim syt\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":33197,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-33196","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-te-tjera"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33196","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33196"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33198,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33196\/revisions\/33198"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/33197"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}