Sot
m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebhem er\u00eb
q\u00eb t\u00eb mos d\u00ebgjohet
k\u00ebputja ime.
T\u00eb kaloj n\u00ebp\u00ebr port\u00ebn e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb
si nj\u00eb fije drite
q\u00eb harron t\u00eb shuhet,
t\u00eb marr me vete
ve\u00e7 nj\u00eb grim\u00eb dielli
nga balli i n\u00ebn\u00ebs
dhe nj\u00eb th\u00ebrrime heshtjeje
nga supet e babait.
Rrug\u00ebt m\u00eb th\u00ebrrasin:
Lond\u00ebr.
Po zemra ime
ka mbetur ulur
n\u00eb prag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sot
dua t\u00eb b\u00ebhem shi,
t\u00eb zbres mbi \u00e7atin\u00eb ton\u00eb
pik\u00eb-pik\u00eb,
si rruaza malli
q\u00eb s\u2019gjejn\u00eb fillin.
T\u00eb rr\u00ebshqas n\u00eb xham
kur n\u00ebna t\u00eb shoh\u00eb larg
dhe t\u00eb mos dij\u00eb
n\u00ebse \u00ebsht\u00eb qielli
apo vajza e saj
q\u00eb po qan.
O larg\u00ebsi,
mos i mat kilometrat me milje,
m’i mat me rrahje zemre.
Se nj\u00eb hap larg saj
\u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb i gjat\u00eb
se gjith\u00eb rruga
p\u00ebr n\u00eb Lond\u00ebr.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Babai
i mbledh fjal\u00ebt n\u00eb buz\u00eb
si zogj q\u00eb tremben nga fluturimi.
Nuk thot\u00eb:
\u201cMos ik.\u201d
Thot\u00eb vet\u00ebm:
Udh\u00eb t\u00eb mbar\u00eb, bij\u00eb.
Dhe ajo fjali
m\u00eb bie mbi supe
m\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb se valixhja.
Sa e \u00e7uditshme \u00ebsht\u00eb dashuria:
nuk t\u00eb lidh me zinxhir\u00eb,
por t\u00eb ndjek
deri p\u00ebrtej reve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00ebna m\u00eb jep
nj\u00eb tr\u00ebndafil.
Nj\u00eb syth i bardh\u00eb
dridhet n\u00eb dor\u00ebn e saj,
sikur edhe ai
e di se \u00e7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb largimi.
E marr.
Dhe bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb
marr arom\u00ebn e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb,
duart e saj,
ver\u00ebn e mbetur mbi perde,
oborrin q\u00eb ende
mban gjurm\u00ebt e hapave t\u00eb mi.
Pastaj iki.
Por si t\u00eb iket
nga nj\u00eb arom\u00eb
q\u00eb t\u00eb ka hyr\u00eb n\u00eb gjak?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sot un\u00eb largohem.
Avioni ngrihet.
Sht\u00ebpit\u00eb zvog\u00eblohen,
rrug\u00ebt b\u00ebhen fije,
deti hap nj\u00eb sy t\u00eb kalt\u00ebr
posht\u00eb reve.
Dhe un\u00eb
e k\u00ebrkoj sht\u00ebpin\u00eb
derisa ajo b\u00ebhet pik\u00eb.
Pastaj pik\u00eb b\u00ebhem edhe un\u00eb
n\u00eb qiellin e tyre.
Por dashuria
nuk di t\u00eb zvog\u00eblohet.
Ajo mbetet e madhe
sa nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi,
e thell\u00eb sa nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb,
e heshtur sa nj\u00eb baba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Londra m\u00eb pret.
Un\u00eb shkoj.
Por di\u00e7ka imja
mbetet gjithmon\u00eb atje,
te pragu
ku n\u00ebna m\u00eb pa p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb fundit,
te fjala me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt e babait,
te tr\u00ebndafili
q\u00eb mora me vete
dhe q\u00eb, \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht,
sa her\u00eb e nuhas,
m\u00eb hap p\u00ebrs\u00ebri
der\u00ebn e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sotm\u00eb duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebhem er\u00ebq\u00eb t\u00eb mos d\u00ebgjohetk\u00ebputja ime.T\u00eb kaloj n\u00ebp\u00ebr port\u00ebn e sht\u00ebpis\u00ebsi nj\u00eb fije driteq\u00eb harron t\u00eb shuhet,t\u00eb marr me veteve\u00e7 nj\u00eb grim\u00eb diellinga balli i n\u00ebn\u00ebsdhe nj\u00eb th\u00ebrrime heshtjejenga supet e babait.Rrug\u00ebt m\u00eb th\u00ebrrasin:Lond\u00ebr.Po zemra imeka mbetur ulurn\u00eb prag. Sotdua t\u00eb b\u00ebhem shi,t\u00eb zbres mbi \u00e7atin\u00eb ton\u00ebpik\u00eb-pik\u00eb,si rruaza malliq\u00eb s\u2019gjejn\u00eb fillin.T\u00eb rr\u00ebshqas […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":24395,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-24392","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n