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PUBLIKUAR NGA SHTEPIA BOTUESE \u201cSIMPLE\u201d ITALI NE KATER GJUH\u00cb<\/em>.(Shqip, inglisht, italisht, gjermanisht<\/em>)<\/p>\n AUTOR ZEF MULAJ<\/strong><\/p>\n – Shqip <\/em>–<\/p>\n Anatomia e atdheut tim<\/strong><\/p>\n Ta b\u00ebra autopsin\u00eb – Italiano <\/em>–<\/p>\n ANATOMIA DELLA MIA PATRIA<\/strong><\/p>\n Ho fatto l\u2019autopsia dei tempi, – English <\/em>–<\/p>\n Anatomy of the fatherland<\/strong><\/p>\n It made, autopsy – Deutsch <\/em>–<\/p>\n BERGE MEINER KINDHEIT<\/strong><\/p>\n Dort – weit weg, PUBLIKUAR NGA SHTEPIA BOTUESE \u201cSIMPLE\u201d ITALI NE KATER GJUH\u00cb.(Shqip, inglisht, italisht, gjermanisht) AUTOR ZEF MULAJ – Shqip – Anatomia e atdheut tim Ta b\u00ebra autopsin\u00eb e koh\u00ebve, duke g\u00ebrmuar me thonjt\u00eb e mi si bisturi\u2026.. Ti kam prekur damar\u00ebt e gjat\u00eb t\u00eb prer\u00eb \u2026 I gjeta rrjedhjet e tyre nga shkojn\u00eb dhe vin\u00eb. L\u00ebkure e […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,9],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\ne koh\u00ebve,
\nduke g\u00ebrmuar me thonjt\u00eb e mi
\nsi bisturi\u2026..
\nTi kam prekur damar\u00ebt e gjat\u00eb
\nt\u00eb prer\u00eb \u2026
\nI gjeta rrjedhjet e tyre nga
\nshkojn\u00eb dhe vin\u00eb.
\nL\u00ebkure e trupit, k\u00ebmb\u00eb e duar
\nSa her\u00eb t’i kann prer\u00eb\u2026.
\nTi lypa syt\u00eb
\nndezur t\u00eb kishin mbet\u00eb.
\nTa lypa koken, nuk t\u00eb kishte tret\u00eb \u2026.
\nTa lypa gjuh\u00ebn
\nn\u00eb \u00e7do th\u00ebrrime t\u00eb dheut t\u00eb kishte mbet\u00eb.
\nTa lypa zemr\u00ebn, gjall\u00eb ishte me t\u00eb vertet\u00eb.
\nTi k\u00ebrkova z\u00ebrat e njerzve,
\nngrir\u00eb n\u00eb muret e kalave
\nt\u00eb kishin mbet\u00eb\u2026.
\nEca n\u00ebp\u00ebr trupin t\u00ebnd
\nduke lypur damar\u00ebt e tu,
\nt\u00eb b\u00ebra analiz\u00ebn DNA-an\u00eb,
\nta b\u00ebra autopsin\u00eb, t’i gjeta pjes\u00ebt
\ne trupit t\u00ebnd t\u00eb gjat\u00eb ..
\nO toka ime\u2026\u2026.
\nKudo q\u00eb t\u00eb kan\u00eb mbet\u00eb.
\nI mora malet e mia
\nFushat, bregdetin, lumejt\u00eb, bjeshk\u00ebt,
\ni mb\u00ebshtolla n\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00ebn t\u00ebnde,
\nO atdheu im:
\nI gjeta koh\u00ebt nj\u00ebra pastjetr\u00ebs
\nn\u00eb damaret e tu lidhur kishin mbet\u00eb.
\nSa her\u00eb t\u00eb kan vrar\u00eb, e kurr\u00eb nuk ke vdek\u00eb,
\nSa her\u00eb t’i tremb\u00ebn njer\u00ebzit e tu,
\nata u l\u00ebshuan mbi det\u00eb duke ik\u00eb.
\nAnatomia e atdheut tim\u2026..
\nSa her\u00eb t\u00eb kan\u00eb prer\u00eb,
\nsa her\u00eb t\u00eb kan\u00eb vrar\u00eb
\nt\u00eb pabes\u00ebt e tradhtar\u00ebt.
\nN\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00eb kan ikur e jan\u00eb tretur
\nnjer\u00ebzit, gra, burra e f\u00ebmij\u00eb.
\nMbeta duke mbledhur kocka n\u00ebp\u00ebr koh\u00eb.
\nAtdheu nuk i vret kurr\u00eb njer\u00ebzit e tij,
\nPor ka nga ata q\u00eb e vrasin atdheun
\nPer nj\u00eb grusht\u201d pare\u201do p\u00ebr lavdi\u201d.
\nAtdheu im, mbi trupin t\u00ebnd
\nkuaj t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e kuaj t\u00eb rinj damar\u00ebt t’i shkelin ,
\nduke l\u00ebn\u00eb pas hijen, hijen, hijen\u2026\u2026ikin !!!!!1
\nAnatomia e atdheut tim,
\nl\u00ebkur\u00ebn e cop\u00ebtuar
\nduhet ta qepim\u2026..
\nNdaj ta b\u00ebra autopsin\u00eb,
\nt’i prek damar\u00ebt, t\u00eb rri n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu.
\nMbi trupin t\u00ebnd nj\u00eb drit\u00eb t\u00eb pashuar,
\nnj\u00eb grusht qirinj \u2026
\nT\u00eb mbroj nga gjarp\u00ebrinjt\u00eb q\u00eb her\u00eb ikin,
\nher\u00eb vijn\u00eb \u2026
\nJo kurr\u00eb\u2026
\nAnatomia e atdheut tim\u2026..
\nDor\u00ebn n\u00eb der\u00ebn e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb vendos\u00eb kam,
\nrreth e rotull heshtje, muret e oxhakut p\u00ebr tok\u00eb
\nra kan\u00eb.
\nIk\u00ebn, ik\u00ebn, pas lan\u00eb trupin t\u00ebnd,
\nheshtja mbuloi gjith\u00eb fshatin.
\nMure t\u00eb kull\u00ebs sime maje gurit
\nJeni pjes\u00eb e anatomis\u00eb s\u00eb atdheut tim\u2026..<\/p>\n
\nscavando con le mie unghie come bisturi \u2026
\nHo toccato le lunghe vene
\nincise \u2026
\nHo trovato i loro scorrimenti da dove
\nvanno e vengono.
\nPelle del corpo, gambe e mani,
\nquante volte ho inciso \u2026
\nHo cercato gli occhi:
\nerano rimasti accesi.
\nHo cercato la testa, non si era disfatta \u2026
\nHo cercato la lingua :
\nin ogni briciola di terra parlava.
\nHo accarezzato il cuore e, veramente, era vivo.
\nHo cercato le voci della gente:
\nincollate sui muri dei castelli,
\nattendevano\u2026
\nHo camminato attraverso il tuo corpo,
\ncercando le tue vene;
\nho analizzato il DNA,
\nho fatto l\u2019autopsia, ho trovato le parti
\ndel tuo lungo corpo \u2026
\nO mia Terra \u2026
\nOvunque sono rimaste le tue ferite.
\nHo prese le mie montagne,
\nle pianure, il litorale, i fiumi, le Alpi,
\nli ho ravvolti nella tua pelle,
\no mia Patria;
\nho trovati i tempi, uno dopo l\u2019altro:
\nnelle tue vene erano rimasti legati.
\nQuante volte ti hanno uccisa e mai sei morta!
\nQuante volte hanno impaurita la tua gente,
\ncostretta a dileguare per mare.
\nAnatomia della mia Patria \u2026
\nQuante volte ti hanno spezzata,
\nquante volte ti hanno uccisa
\ni perfidi e i traditori.
\nSono rimasto, raccogliendo ossa, attraverso tempi.
\nLa Patria mai uccide la sua gente.
\nMa ci sono dei colori che uccidono la Patria
\nper un \u201cpugno di soldi\u201d o per \u201clode\u201d.
\nMia Patria, sul tuo corpo,
\nvecchi e giovani cavalli calpestano la tua vena,
\nlasciando indietro l\u2019ombra, l\u2019ombra, l\u2019ombra \u2026
\nscappano!
\nAnatomia della mia Patria,
\nla pelle fatta a brandelli
\ndobbiamo suturare\u2026
\nPerci\u00f2 ti ho fatto l\u2019autopsia.
\nTocco la vena fissa negli occhi.
\nSul tuo corpo, una luce inestinguibile,
\nuna distesa di candele \u2026
\nTi difendo dai serpenti che a volte scappano,
\na volte vengono \u2026
\nNo, allontanatevi…
\nAnatomia della mia Patria .
\nHo messo la mano sulla porta della mia casa:
\nd\u2019intorno silenzio, i muri del camino per terra…
\nSono scappati, sono scappati,
\nhanno lasciato il tuo corpo
\ne il silenzio ha coperto tutto il villaggio.
\nMuri della mia fortezza alla cima di pietra,
\nsiete parti dell\u2019anatomia della mia Patria.<\/p>\n
\nof times, digging my nails
\nas scalpel
\nYou\u2019ve touched whose veins during
\nto cut
\nI found leaks from
\ngo and Vine
\nskin of the body, feet and hands
\nwhenever you have cut
\nbeg eye view
\nWhatever happened had turned to
\nbeg to head, had not the third
\nbeg to language
\nevery crumb of earth had remains
\nbeg to heart, was relly alive
\nYou searched people\u2019s voices
\nFrozen in the walls of fortresses
\nto have remains
\nI walked through your body
\nbegging whose veins to
\nmade through DNA analysis
\nmade autopsy, the body parts you found your long
\nO my land
\nanywhere that are left
\nI took my mountains
\nareas, coast, rivers, mountains
\nwrapped in the skin of your
\nO my homeland:
\nI found one at times
\nin whose veins were connected to remains
\nhow much time have you killed and never died
\nwhenever you fear your own people
\nThey were released over the sea to escape
\nanatomy of the fatherland
\nhow much time have cut
\nhow much time have killed
\nthe wicked and traitors
\nThe streets have been wasted away
\nmen, women, men and children
\nI was collecting bones through time
\nhomeland, not to kill his man never
\nbut there are those that kill the homeland
\nfor a handful of \u201cfirst\u201d for the glory o
\nMy homeland, on your body
\nold horses and young horses trotting whose veins
\nleaving behind shadow, shadow, shadow\u2026 \u2026leave!!!!!
\nAnatomy of the fatherland
\nskin of fracture
\nshould sew
\nautopsy to be made
\nto touch the seam, to hand in your eyes
\non your body an unquenchable light
\na handful of candles
\nto keep away from snakes here,
\ncome here
\nnot ever
\nanatomy of the fatherland
\nhand at the door of the house i decide,
\nsilence around the waqlls of the chimney to the ground
\nhave dropped
\ngone, gone, left after your body
\nsilence covered the entire village
\ntop of my tower walls stone
\nare part of my anadie Gr\u00e4ber<\/p>\n
\nbis in den Himmel
\nreichen die Bergspitzen.
\n\u00dcber ihnen flie\u00dft die Sonne wie Gold
\nSchnee und Regen waschen sie.
\nIn den Spuren meiner Kindheit,
\nsind Blumen und B\u00e4ume gewachsen,
\ndie Haut an meinen F\u00fc\u00dfen
\ndie auf sie trat,
\nwie eine verbrannte Landkarte
\ndie Geschichten verfolgte,
\nin den Farben der Berge,
\ndie auch meine Augen erhielten.
\nVerdurstete Lippen
\nauf der Suche nach Quellen und Fl\u00fcsse,
\ndie flie\u00dfen durch gr\u00fcne Wiesen
\nam Berg.
\nSehnsucht meiner Kindheit,
\nTr\u00e4ume bekriegen sich mit
\nGeist und der Zeit.
\nBergblume, die V\u00f6gel herlockt\u2026
\nIn den Hufen der L\u00e4mmer
\nbl\u00fchtet der Alpenstern auf.
\nDer Mond begr\u00fc\u00dft Nachts
\nmeine Berge in der Einsamkeit\u2026
\nMein Gesicht
\nschenke ich den Alpen,
\nauf dem Felsen soll es bleiben,
\nwei\u00df, wei\u00df, wei\u00df,
\nB\u00e4ume und Gras
\nsollen auf ihm
\nzu keimen beginnen.
\nSodass meine Augen
\nsie f\u00fcr immer zu sehen bekommen.
\nAuf den Knien gehend
\nam Asphalt, an Parks und Blumeng\u00e4rten entlang,
\nIm schatten von Hochh\u00e4user
\ndachte ich zur\u00fcck\u2026\u2026..
\nan meine Gummischuhe
\nmeiner Kindheit,
\nirgendwo auf einem Stein aufgeh\u00e4ngt
\num mein Haus herum.
\nDort werden morgen Wanderer
\nmein Gesicht besteigen,
\ndas ich einst den Bergen schenkte,
\nwerden sie Sehnsucht
\nund Tr\u00e4nen sehen.
\nSie w\u00fcrden mein ungeschriebenes Gedicht lesen,
\nin der Hoffnung
\ndort wieder zur\u00fcck zu kehren\u2026
\nIch wei\u00df es nicht\u2026
\nDaher schenkte ich den Alpen
\nmein Gesicht,
\n\u00fcber das Sonne und Mond
\nmein Gedicht schreiben.
\nWanderer w\u00fcrden sich dann
\nan den Spitzen der Alpen setzen,
\nund ein episches Lied
\nzu singen anfangen.
\nJeder wird aufstehen
\nund die Bergblumen
\nselber sammeln.
\nAus den Lungen der Berge
\nwerden sie atmen
\n…
\n\u00dcber Felsen und Berge,
\nmein Gesicht,
\nmein Gedicht
\nf\u00fcr immer gelesen werden.tomy that country.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"