1<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fryn er\u00eb e dimrit, fishk\u00ebllen si bish\u00eb
Q\u00eb nga Gjykat\u00eb e Lart\u00eb n\u00eb Parlament.
Tirana gdhin, aq pabesisht e hijshme,
Sa s\u2019di \u00e7\u2019ta marr\u00ebsh, delir apo qytet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zgjohet s\u00ebrish, me at\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb tmerrsh\u00ebm,
Q\u00eb nj\u00eb mij\u00eb vite rreh ta heq\u00eb m\u00eb kot.
V\u00ebrtetin gjethet dantealigersh\u00ebm
Si shpirtra q\u00eb nuk pat\u00ebn trupa dot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00ebrball\u00eb tyre, zyrtar\u00eb t\u00eb pashpirt,
N\u00eb varg veturash rendin, s\u2019dihet ku.
E verb\u00ebr si t\u00eb tjerat ngjan kjo dit\u00eb
Ngaq\u00eb askush s\u2019beson ask\u00ebnd, askund.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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N\u00eb nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes t\u00eb till\u00eb \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebsh m\u00eb mir\u00eb,
Se sa t\u00eb shkosh n\u00eb klubin “Davidoff”?
T\u00eb z\u00ebsh nj\u00eb k\u00ebnd mu te qelqnaj\u00eb e ngrir\u00eb
Dhe mendjen mund\u00ebsisht ta \u00e7osh n\u00eb off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb kafene ka p\u00ebr \u00e7do pun\u00eb nj\u00eb qasje,
T\u00eb till\u00eb q\u00eb kurrk\u00ebnd nuk e gjen dot.
P\u00ebr tri mij\u00eb euro porosit nj\u00eb vrasje,
P\u00ebr kat\u00ebr mij\u00eb, titullin vikont.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka flitet, pronat, asgj\u00ebkundin,
\u00c7mimin Nobel a nj\u00eb vetur\u00eb t\u00eb re,
P\u00ebr zgjedhjet dhe dekretet krejt t\u00eb fundit
T\u00eb zotit president me em\u00ebr hebre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flitet p\u00ebr mllefe, p\u00ebr kup\u00ebn q\u00eb u mbush,
P\u00ebr Jezu Krishtin a ndjes\u00ebn fill pas kobit.
N\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn nga tryezat shpall dikush
Nj\u00eb skic\u00eb t\u00eb re t\u00eb historis\u00eb s\u00eb kombit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas tij, kur et\u00ebrit tan\u00eb nj\u00eb vjesht\u00eb dol\u00ebn p\u00ebr pre,
Nj\u00eb shkab\u00eb rr\u00ebmbyen n\u00eb trojet e m\u00ebdha.
M\u00eb leht\u00eb u merrje shpirtin se at\u00eb shpend,
Ndaj bota u lodh e shkab\u00ebn ua la.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Krenar\u00eb q\u00eb Rom\u00ebn e Bizantin zhvat\u00ebn,
Jo nj\u00eb kasolle vllahu n\u00eb Ballkan,
E vun\u00eb n\u00eb flamur t\u00eb tyre shkab\u00ebn
Dhe bij t\u00eb saj u shpall\u00ebn anemban\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
K\u00ebshtu n\u00eb kafene kjo pun\u00eb merr qasje
Me “kundra” e “pro” t\u00eb bujshme, natyrisht.
Okej, p\u00ebr tri mij\u00eb euro, thot\u00eb vras\u00ebsi,
P\u00ebr duk\u00ebn dhe dukesh\u00ebn bashk\u00eb, dyfish.
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Mesdita ia beh, si grua e dehur tap\u00eb.
Temperatura e dollari zbresin prap.
Po shqyhen celular\u00ebt: okej, shk\u00ebrdhat\u00eb,
Rrofsh, je yll bote, e tung, e top, e ****.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A shqip \u00ebsht\u00eb kjo llahtar\u00eb apo dreqnisht?
P\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka flitet, heshtet p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka.
Ja t\u00eb dy pal\u00ebt, xhelat\u00eb, viktima e ish,
Kujtime shkruajn\u00eb net\u00ebve me mllefe t\u00eb m\u00ebdha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Po \u00e7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb ky popull q\u00eb n\u00eb grop\u00eb i shtrir\u00eb
Kujton aq krenarisht se \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb maj\u00eb?
Dhe kur p\u00ebrkun\u00ebr, nga gropa del i lir\u00eb,
Jam i rr\u00ebzuar! Klith me thirravaj?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb makth i dal\u00eb nga nj\u00eb gjum\u00eb i marr\u00eb
M\u00eb i zb\u00ebrthyesh\u00ebm se ky komb do t\u00eb qe.
Ca trumba zogjsh me curle e celular\u00eb
Q\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr mjegull klithin, n\u00ebp\u00ebr re.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Pse gjethet befas prarim kurore marrin,
Tek shtrohen si qilim mbi bulevard?
Kambana e katedrales s\u00eb Sh\u00ebn Palit
Trishtuesh\u00ebm bie si me peng e aht.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c7\u2019nuk pjell ky vend, horra, shenjtor\u00eb e tmerr,
Zonja Makbeth e pranga e perla e hekura.
Dhe ja tani nj\u00ebra pas tjetr\u00ebs nxjerr
Dy mbret\u00ebresha, q\u00eb t\u00eb dyja t\u00eb vdekura.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk qen\u00eb robina jo, rr\u00ebmbyer von\u00eb,
Pas dokeve kreshnike a n\u00eb prit\u00eb.
Kan\u00eb ardhur vet\u00eb, ndon\u00ebse qen\u00eb n\u00eb fron
E para ve\u00e7 nj\u00eb vit, e dyta as nj\u00eb dit\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe katedralja i p\u00ebrcjell me vaj
Dy mjellmat e gabuara, t\u00eb mekura.
Ato q\u00eb s\u2019erdh\u00ebn p\u00ebr kuror\u00eb, ve\u00e7 p\u00ebr varr,
T\u00eb brishtat zonja, mbret\u00ebreshat e vdekura.
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N\u00eb klubin “Davidoff” qelqnaj\u00eb e ngrir\u00eb
Dremitje dite sjell s\u2019di se nga ku.
Nj\u00eb si madon\u00eb e lodhur m\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrhir\u00eb,
Q\u00eb italishtja gjuh\u00eb mund t\u2019ishte gjithashtu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lehon\u00eb e zbeht\u00eb pas lindjes s\u00eb kalt\u00ebreme,
N\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebmijtin e treqindin vit,
M\u00eb shum\u00eb se Krishti madon\u00ebn, kjo poem\u00eb
E lodhi ndoshta gjuh\u00ebn italisht.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O k\u00ebto pamje i njoh dhe nuk i njoh,
K\u00ebto tri kate, rradh\u00ebt, ashensor\u00ebt,
Ku hypin, zdrypin, klithin obobo,
Rufjan\u00ebt, m\u00ebkatar\u00ebt dhe mizor\u00ebt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb gjith\u00eb jan\u00eb aty, rrahin m\u00eb kot
T\u00eb nd\u00ebrrojn\u00eb katet, por katet s\u2019nd\u00ebrrohen kurr\u00eb.
T\u00eb zes, n\u00eb mjegull shtyhen sindozot,
Ish-korbat e s\u00eb zez\u00ebs diktatur\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nga bie dalja? Ku ndodhet Purgatori?
Nga pyetjet sheshi gum\u00ebzhin si zgjoi.
Shkodran je ti? \u00c7\u2019plenum i zi t\u00eb polli?
M\u00eb ngriti i dyti, i gjashti m\u00eb rr\u00ebzoi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb z\u00eb gj\u00ebmon: k\u00ebndej plenumi i kat\u00ebrt,
Piktor\u00ebt andej, i pesti rreth u mbush.
Shkrimtar spiun je ti? Rend te i shtati.
N\u00eb s\u2019do t\u00eb digjesh te i teti shkrumb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rendni, fatzinj, m\u00ebshir\u00eb p\u00ebr ju nuk ka,
Ashtu si\u00e7 ju nuk pat\u00ebt p\u00ebr ask\u00ebnd.
S\u2019ka vend nd\u00ebrkaq te Tmerret e M\u00ebdha,
As te Politbyroja nuk ka vend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me ngut po shtohet nj\u00eb Grop\u00eb e Hon i Ri,
Bri Lugjezez\u00ebs nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr Lugjezez\u00eb.
I n\u00ebnti rreth po mbushet, dhe ai.
S\u2019ka mbetur ve\u00e7 nj\u00eb vend p\u00ebr Zonj\u00ebn e Zez\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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N\u00eb kafene ka r\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb qet\u00ebsimi.
Shpirti pushim k\u00ebrkon, e ndoshta mall.
An\u00ebdete blu, plazhe t\u00eb shkreta dimri,
Hotele ku nuk mb\u00ebrrin i ftohti i madh.
Nj\u00eb grua e mjegullt, shfaqur te qelqnaja
M\u2019u duk se m\u00eb kujtonte nj\u00eb premtim.
Vdekja s\u2019m\u00eb la, at\u00eb premtim t\u00eb mbaja,
I thash\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb fund plot pik\u00ebllim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo m\u00eb pa habitsh\u00ebm q\u00eb pas qelqit:
Nuk t\u00eb marr vesh, kjo gjuh\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebn ujem.
N\u00eb qoft\u00eb se ti, si\u00e7 thua, je i vdekur,
At\u00ebhere mua \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb mbetet q\u00eb t\u00eb jem?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
S\u2019e di, i thash\u00eb, me habi t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb,
Tek shpirti prap\u00eb me pik\u00ebllim m\u2019u mbush.
Dikush nga ne t\u00eb dy s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb,
Po cili a cila, k\u00ebt\u00eb s\u2019e di askush.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb cop\u00eb her\u00eb me shenja mor\u00ebm e dham\u00eb.
S\u2019kuptoheshim, ve\u00e7 kishim mall e mund.
Gjersa ajo u tret te qelqi i madh
Dhe un\u00eb mbeta shkret n\u00eb kundaskund.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Mbr\u00ebmja po bie. Tirana rrotull bllokut
Nis t\u00eb stoliset p\u00ebr ballo a p\u00ebr orgji.
Nj\u00eb foshnje e rastit, e paligjshme e Nju-Jorkut,
Nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr xhuxhe a shk\u00ebrbim i tij.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb borxhe e gjyqe rrokaqiejt v\u00ebrtitin
Drita dhe bare rrotulluese lart.
Posht\u00eb tyre, luanesha t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumura n\u00eb prit\u00eb,
“Amerikan”, “Raiffeisen” e “Credin\u2019s Bank”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Por s\u2019do t\u2019ia dij\u00eb askush p\u00ebr borxhe a gjyq,
T\u00eb dehur qejfit krejt a marrja e hakut.
I gjat\u00eb, si nat\u00eb e ankthshme n\u2019udh\u00ebkryq
Shfaqet mes brym\u00ebs kryebashkiaku.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kull e Sahatit po tregon nj\u00eb or\u00eb,
Q\u00eb ndoshta kund\u00ebrshtohet si \u00e7do gj\u00eb.
N\u00eb sallat e muzeut t\u00eb fundit vizitor\u00eb
Ja muzgu si n\u00eb kurth befas i z\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Keshtu ne nje fund dite ajo mu shfaq
Fantazme e kombit si e Hamletit mbret.
Kish ndryshk e gjak mbi parzm e et per shpage
Dhe kumt te frikshem kish ne syte e vet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Une ja besova fjalet, kumtin, ahtet,
Gjithmone ka nje fantazme qe lyp dicka prej nesh,
Pastaj ajo kerkoi ate qe s\u2019lypet artin.
Tek fjalen “popull” tundtte si rrebesh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Te falem per c\u2019me dhe, vec mos me lyp ti mos,
Nje borxh qe nuk ta kam. Te kerkoj ndjese
Qe dot s\u2019te mbrojta, s\u2019te mbrojta e sidomos,
Prej vehtes tende, armikut tend te tmerrshem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ti rrugen tende ke ne kete bote te ftohte,
Shkrimtari do a s\u2019do ka rrugen e vet.
Te mbrofte Zoti, a marrezia te mbrofte,
Tjeter hyjni une kam. Pra mirembetsh!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ska “mirembetsh!” fantazma klithi. Mejet
Ti sndahesh dot, mbi toke apo nen toke!
Nu ngritshim, te dy do cajme rete
Ne rencim ne humnere, do biem tok.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Klithmen e saj kaq kohe pata ne vesh,
Here si renkim, si urdher a si vaj
Kerkonte qe gjithkund ta mbart si peshe,
Porsi Ankizin at, mbi shpine ta mbaj.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Te gjith\u00ebve kjo klithme na ndjek si n\u00ebp\u00ebr gjum\u00eb.
I vog\u00ebl \u00ebsht\u00eb planeti sigurisht,
Si nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi e ngusht\u00eb, ku n\u00eb bodrum
Dikush klith: “ndihm\u00eb!” dhe ti, s\u2019di si ta ndihsh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mesnata shkon Tirana dot nuk fle.
Po flet p\u00ebrcart si shpirt q\u00eb k\u00ebrkon ndihm\u00eb
Nj\u00eb metropol me kryet krejt n\u00eb re,
Kryeqytet me emrin krejt enigm\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb c\u2019makthe e gjete, c\u2019kumt aty ke ndryr\u00eb?
\u00c7\u2019urdh\u00ebr ke fshehur, k\u00eb do tremb\u00ebsh me t\u00eb?
Fryn er\u00eb e dimrit, si ulkonj\u00eb e ngrir\u00eb,
Ajo q\u00eb s\u2019jep p\u00ebrgjigje p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
1 Fryn er\u00eb e dimrit, fishk\u00ebllen si bish\u00ebQ\u00eb nga Gjykat\u00eb e Lart\u00eb n\u00eb Parlament.Tirana gdhin, aq pabesisht e hijshme,Sa s\u2019di \u00e7\u2019ta marr\u00ebsh, delir apo qytet. Zgjohet s\u00ebrish, me at\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb tmerrsh\u00ebm,Q\u00eb nj\u00eb mij\u00eb vite rreh ta heq\u00eb m\u00eb kot.V\u00ebrtetin gjethet dantealigersh\u00ebmSi shpirtra q\u00eb nuk pat\u00ebn trupa dot. P\u00ebrball\u00eb tyre, zyrtar\u00eb t\u00eb pashpirt,N\u00eb varg veturash […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":15316,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-15315","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n