Pluhur i im\u00ebt ndihej t\u00eb ngrihej asfaltit teksa automjetet garonin n\u00eb kursin e tyre.
Nd\u00ebrsa, hapat e njer\u00ebzve aq t\u00eb leht\u00eb p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb k\u00ebpuc\u00ebve sportive, thuajse nuk ndiheshin fare.
Nga xhamat e trash\u00eb t\u00eb dritareve prej metali qielli i mbr\u00ebmjes ngjante boj\u00eb mellani p\u00ebrzjer\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb kuqe t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb, si nj\u00eb histori dashurie q\u00eb nuk donte t\u00eb d\u00ebgjohej.
Teksa rr\u00ebfehej ai rr\u00ebnkonte vazhdimisht, ulur tonacionin e z\u00ebrit .
Kishte humbur gjith\u00e7ka, durimin ndaj s\u00ebmundjes q\u00eb p\u00ebrparonte me hapa t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb.
Durimin ndaj djalit t\u00eb vet\u00ebm, hyr\u00eb thell\u00eb n\u00eb lojrat e fatit.
Plag\u00ebn e dhimbshme t\u00eb humbjes s\u00eb bashk\u00ebshortes.
Dhe ja ku erdhi ajo,.. n\u00eb nj\u00eb koh\u00eb krejt t\u00eb pap\u00ebrshtatshme, si drita mes err\u00ebsir\u00ebs!
T\u00eb flas\u00ebsh se kjo dashuri do t\u00eb frymoj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00e7menduri!!
Po operacioni, a do t\u00eb dal\u00eb me sukses!
T\u00eb gjitha duket se kan\u00eb ngelur n\u00eb mes ashtu si gjurm\u00ebt e koh\u00ebs .
Por, ajo ishte aq e guximshme, aq shpres\u00ebdh\u00ebn\u00ebse sa \u00e7’ do mozaik t\u00eb jet\u00ebs e nd\u00ebrtonte me bindje t\u00eb plot\u00eb e vendosm\u00ebri.
=Brenda vetes, ndiente se ishte ngat\u00ebrruar keq.
T\u00eb shp\u00ebtosh nga duart e nj\u00eb poeteje, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e leht\u00eb!
Mjekimet e vazhdueshme nuk po p\u00ebrmir\u00ebsonin gjendjen sh\u00ebndetsore.
I mbytur n\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrim, vendosi t\u00eb nd\u00ebrpres\u00eb terapin\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb veten n\u00eb duart e fatit.
At\u00eb, jo,..ajo ishte aq e ngroht\u00eb, aq e af\u00ebrt sa ju b\u00eb prekje shpirti.
Shpesh p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste se e ndiente si gjysm\u00ebn e tij, sikur njiheshin prej koh\u00ebsh.
Tashm\u00eb, ..p\u00ebr histori t\u00eb tilla, tep\u00ebr von\u00eb!
Si h\u00ebn\u00eb e re shfaqej historia e tyre net\u00ebve t\u00eb gjat\u00eb ku bisedat merrnin zjarr dh\u00ebn\u00eb nat\u00ebs drit\u00eb nga shpirti i tyre i bardh\u00eb.
Nj\u00eb p\u00ebrse!= mbetej pezull n\u00eb aj\u00ebr.
Nj\u00eb e nes\u00ebrme ndryshe nga t\u00eb tjerat b\u00ebhej arsyeja e nj\u00eb zgjimi ngjyr\u00eb vjollc\u00eb.
Nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr t\u00eb pajetuar.
Po, mosha!
Cila mosh\u00eb!= ajo as q\u00eb e kishte p\u00ebrmendur ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb.
Mjaftonte shpirti, q\u00eb si drit\u00eb ndri\u00e7onte mendimet e saj t\u00eb heshtura.
Ata kuptoheshin edhe pa folur, edhe kur heshtja i mbulonte n\u00eb mendime, projektuar t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen.
Tani m\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb arsye, nj\u00eb shpres\u00eb m\u00eb tep\u00ebr p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn, nj\u00eb shkak.
E shkuara ndodhej larg, nuk mbetej koh\u00eb e kronomet\u00ebr p\u00ebr t\u00eb.
Brenda tij, di\u00e7ka e bukur po ndodhte!
Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kishte shkuar nd\u00ebrmend se do t\u00eb sh\u00ebrohejj pa kuruar.
Kjo, nuk ishte e vetmja fitore!
Krah\u00ebve t\u00eb saj kishte gjetur qet\u00ebsin\u00eb shpirt\u00ebrore.
T\u00eb luftosh p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn \u00ebsht\u00eb fitore!
T\u00eb kesh dik\u00eb q\u00eb kujdeset p\u00ebr ty, \u00ebsht\u00eb lumturi.
T\u00eb ndryshosh rahjet e zemr\u00ebs n\u00eb impulse t\u00eb ndjeshme, \u00ebsht\u00eb rilindje.
Njeriu gjenetikisht e ka k\u00ebt\u00eb prioritet kur ka nj\u00eb arsye!
Zhurmat e jashtme vinin t\u00eb dob\u00ebta nga oborri i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb sa dhe tingujt e jehon\u00ebs s\u00eb p\u00ebrvojtshme.
Mjafton shum\u00eb pak p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb i lumtur p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti ajo, mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb dor\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb bardh\u00eb e pak\u00ebz t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb mes duarve t\u00eb saj t\u00eb brisht\u00eb.
Mjafton nj\u00eb grimc\u00eb dashurie p\u00ebr ti dh\u00ebn\u00eb kuptim jet\u00ebs ja kthehu ai mb\u00ebshtetur kok\u00ebn supit t\u00eb saj.
Lulet e moll\u00ebs \u00e7ukisnin dritares, si t\u00eb donin t\u00eb d\u00ebshmonin ndjeshm\u00ebrin\u00eb e prekjes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pluhur i im\u00ebt ndihej t\u00eb ngrihej asfaltit teksa automjetet garonin n\u00eb kursin e tyre.Nd\u00ebrsa, hapat e njer\u00ebzve aq t\u00eb leht\u00eb p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb k\u00ebpuc\u00ebve sportive, thuajse nuk ndiheshin fare.Nga xhamat e trash\u00eb t\u00eb dritareve prej metali qielli i mbr\u00ebmjes ngjante boj\u00eb mellani p\u00ebrzjer\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb kuqe t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb, si nj\u00eb histori dashurie q\u00eb nuk donte […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":18819,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-18818","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n