Klithma q\u00eb nuk e d\u00ebgjon larg\u00ebsia<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ka lot\u00eb q\u00eb bien mbi faqe
dhe thahen nga era,
ka t\u00eb tjer\u00eb q\u00eb nuk i sheh askush,
por zbresin n\u00eb shpirt si pika plumbi
dhe hapin puse dhimbjeje pa fund.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jan\u00eb lot\u00ebt e n\u00ebnave
q\u00eb kan\u00eb djemt\u00eb e vajzat n\u00eb kurbet\u2026
Lot\u00eb t\u00eb kripur, aq t\u00eb kripur,
sa po t\u2019i mblidhje n\u00eb nj\u00eb got\u00eb,
do t\u00eb helmohej deti
dhe dallg\u00ebt do t\u00eb vdisnin n\u00eb heshtje.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ahhh, n\u00ebn\u00eb e gjor\u00eb!
\u00c7far\u00eb b\u00ebn me duart
q\u00eb dikur mbanin f\u00ebmij\u00ebt
si dy zogj t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb n\u00eb gji?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rrite me qum\u00ebshtin e gjirit,
me buk\u00ebn e ndar\u00eb n\u00eb kat\u00ebr pjes\u00eb,
me net\u00ebt kur ethet e tyre
t\u00eb digjnin m\u00eb shum\u00eb se zjarri\u2026
Ua m\u00ebsove hapat duke ua mbajtur dor\u00ebn,
pa e ditur se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb
do t\u2019i p\u00ebrcillje p\u00ebrtej kufijve
dhe do t\u00eb mbeteshe duke num\u00ebruar mungesat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I mallkuari kurbet!
Ti nuk troket n\u00eb dyer,
ti hyn si thik\u00eb n\u00eb palc\u00eb,
merr djalin nga pragu,
vajz\u00ebn nga kraharori,
dhe l\u00eb pas nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb
q\u00eb buz\u00ebqesh dit\u00ebn,
por nat\u00ebn e mbledh fytyr\u00ebn n\u00eb grushta
q\u00eb t\u00eb mos e d\u00ebgjoj\u00eb askush
duke u cop\u00ebtuar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb tryez\u00eb v\u00eb tri pjata,
pastaj ndalet\u2026
Nj\u00eb karrige bosh b\u00ebhet mal,
nj\u00eb em\u00ebr i ngec n\u00eb fyt,
dhe luga i dridhet n\u00eb dor\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Ahhh, sikur t\u00eb ishe k\u00ebtu, biri im!
T\u00eb ma provoje pak gjell\u00ebn\u2026
Se m\u00eb duket pa krip\u00eb sot\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb gjella pa krip\u00eb,
\u00ebsht\u00eb loti q\u00eb i ka r\u00ebn\u00eb brenda,
\u00ebsht\u00eb malli q\u00eb i ka z\u00ebn\u00eb vendin g\u00ebzimit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur bie nata,
ajo nuk fle.
Nata i ulet n\u00eb kraharor si gur varri,
ora i num\u00ebron sekondat si d\u00ebnime,
nd\u00ebrsa telefoni b\u00ebhet dritarja e vetme
nga ku pret t\u00eb hyj\u00eb nj\u00eb cop\u00ebz jete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E merr n\u00eb dor\u00eb,
e afron pran\u00eb veshit,
e ndez, e fik, e merr p\u00ebrs\u00ebri\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mos ndoshta ka ardhur nj\u00eb mesazh?
Nj\u00eb \u201cSi je, n\u00ebn\u00eb?\u201d
Dy fjal\u00eb t\u00eb vogla,
por p\u00ebr t\u00eb sa nj\u00eb jet\u00eb e t\u00ebr\u00eb!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe kur ekrani ndri\u00e7on,
zemra i hidhet n\u00eb fyt
si zog q\u00eb p\u00ebrplas krah\u00ebt n\u00eb kafaz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Por jo\u2026
\u00cbsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb drit\u00eb e huaj
q\u00eb ia fik edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb shpres\u00ebn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Ku je, bir i n\u00ebn\u00ebs? Ku jeee?!
A t\u00eb kujtohet pragu
ku hodhe hapat e par\u00eb?
A t\u00eb kujtohen duart e mia
q\u00eb t\u00eb mbronin nga \u00e7do er\u00eb e ftoht\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ku je, moj bij\u00eb?
Kush ta lexon lodhjen n\u00eb sy?
Kush ta kupton heshtjen
kur thua: \u201cJam mir\u00eb, n\u00ebn\u00eb!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flok\u00ebt e saj jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb bor\u00eb,
shpina i \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrkulur si deg\u00eb
e k\u00ebmb\u00ebt mezi e \u00e7ojn\u00eb te porta.
Por sa her\u00eb d\u00ebgjon hapa,
zemra i b\u00ebhet vajz\u00eb e re.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mos erdhi djali?
Mos u kthye vajza?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jo\u2026 ve\u00e7 era trokiti.
Dhe ajo kthehet brenda
me nj\u00eb cop\u00eb tjet\u00ebr zemre
t\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb te pragu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O bij e bija,
mos ia lini n\u00ebn\u00ebs dashurin\u00eb
t\u00eb pres\u00eb vet\u00ebm n\u00eb fotografi!
Ajo nuk k\u00ebrkon pasuri,
as dhurata q\u00eb shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb si yje t\u00eb bien.
Do vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb p\u00ebrqafim,
nj\u00eb kok\u00eb t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb gjoks,
nj\u00eb z\u00eb q\u00eb t\u2019i thot\u00eb:
\u2014 Erdhe, n\u00ebn\u00eb, jam k\u00ebtu!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb\u2026 ahhh, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb,
do t\u00eb ktheheni e do t\u00eb th\u00ebrrisni:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 N\u00cbN\u00cb!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Por porta nuk do t\u00eb hapet.
Karrigia do t\u00eb mbetet bosh,
fotografia do t\u2019ju shoh\u00eb n\u00eb sy
dhe muret do t\u2019ju kthejn\u00eb
vet\u00ebm jehon\u00ebn e z\u00ebrit tuaj.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo ju priti deri n\u00eb fund,
me shpirtin te porta,
me lot\u00ebt mbi jast\u00ebk
dhe me emrat tuaj n\u00eb buz\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ah, sa von\u00eb kthehen f\u00ebmij\u00ebt
kur n\u00ebna \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb kujtim!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Klithma q\u00eb nuk e d\u00ebgjon larg\u00ebsia Ka lot\u00eb q\u00eb bien mbi faqedhe thahen nga era,ka t\u00eb tjer\u00eb q\u00eb nuk i sheh askush,por zbresin n\u00eb shpirt si pika plumbidhe hapin puse dhimbjeje pa fund. Jan\u00eb lot\u00ebt e n\u00ebnaveq\u00eb kan\u00eb djemt\u00eb e vajzat n\u00eb kurbet\u2026Lot\u00eb t\u00eb kripur, aq t\u00eb kripur,sa po t\u2019i mblidhje n\u00eb nj\u00eb got\u00eb,do t\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":25158,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-25157","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n