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Ndue Ukaj<\/strong><\/p>\n Shtegtari<\/strong><\/p>\n I mbledhur kruspull, njeriu i koh\u00ebs sime I p\u00ebrhumbur, me mitin e rikthimit q\u00eb i vlon n\u00eb kok\u00eb, \u00c7do mug\u00ebtire, kur qet\u00ebsia e kafshon. Mug\u00ebtira ik\u00ebn, ik\u00ebn edhe koha. Si vjeshta p\u00ebrkundet para gjumit dim\u00ebror. Vjen dita jote poezi e mbytur nga pika e zez\u00eb n\u00eb horizont, UDH\u00cbTIM I VARGUT<\/strong><\/p>\n Sot do marr rrug\u00ebn e gjat\u00eb, q\u00eb fund as fillim s\u2019ka, P\u00cbRLESHJE<\/strong><\/p>\n Nganj\u00ebher\u00eb i kafshoj dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt furish\u00ebm KOHA SHUM\u00cbNGJYR\u00cbSHE<\/strong><\/p>\n Me k\u00ebrkue \u00ebsht\u00eb art si me puth\u00eb diellin, SFID\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n Lufto po t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh me jet\u00ebn P\u00cbRPJEKJA<\/strong><\/p>\n Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb s\u2019kam besuar se pas koh\u00ebs s\u00eb mykt\u00eb Djajt\u00eb engj\u00ebjt \u00cbnd\u00ebrr e papar\u00eb Pantallonat q\u00eb s\u2019mund t\u2019i mbajn\u00eb koqet Dhe maskat e sken\u00ebs s\u00eb mashtrimeve HAPAT E VEGJ\u00cbL<\/strong><\/p>\n E mas\u00eb koh\u00ebn me shikimin prej zogu At\u00eb dit\u00eb kur shikimi im u tret HIJA E KORBAVE<\/strong><\/p>\n N\u00eb ishullin e pritjes vetmia e thart\u00eb Dhe miti reflektoi fragmentin PIKTURA E DASHURIS\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n Mona Liza qeshte Dhe gjitha ngjyrat e vizatuara n\u00eb ata sy GJYQI P\u00cbR VJERSH\u00cbN TIME<\/strong><\/p>\n K\u00ebshtjella e drejt\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u2019mund t\u00eb p\u00ebrmbyset ALFABETI IM<\/strong><\/p>\n Shkronjat si gur\u00eb zbresin ILUZIONI I FJAL\u00cbS<\/strong><\/p>\n Horizonteve t\u00eb papara shtrydh kujtimet N\u00ebp\u00ebr horizonte t\u00eb papara ndrydhen ndjenjat si n\u00eb bronz P\u00cbRRALLA E MO\u00c7ME<\/strong><\/p>\n Nga t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat dalin rrenat si buburreca Nj\u00eb p\u00ebrrall\u00eb e mo\u00e7me s\u2019u tregua me shekuj T\u00eb gjej\u00eb gjurm\u00ebt e t\u2019v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs n\u00eb ngrehinat prej lot\u00ebsh Poezi nga libri “UJ\u00cbVARAT E METAFORAVE” (Tiran\u00eb, M&B, 2008)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ndue Ukaj Shtegtari I mbledhur kruspull, njeriu i koh\u00ebs sime Si guask\u00eb e qitur balt\u00ebs s\u00eb zez\u00eb, Bredh n\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb koh\u00ebs. T\u00eb cil\u00ebn s\u2019e njeh askush, e as ai. I p\u00ebrhumbur, me mitin e rikthimit q\u00eb i vlon n\u00eb kok\u00eb, P\u00ebrshkon bot\u00ebn rreth e qark, S\u2019 \u00ebsht\u00eb Odise, nuk ka Itak\u00eb q\u00eb e k\u00ebrkon. […]<\/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
\nSi guask\u00eb e qitur balt\u00ebs s\u00eb zez\u00eb,
\nBredh n\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb koh\u00ebs.
\nT\u00eb cil\u00ebn s\u2019e njeh askush, e as ai.<\/p>\n
\nP\u00ebrshkon bot\u00ebn rreth e qark,
\nS\u2019 \u00ebsht\u00eb Odise, nuk ka Itak\u00eb q\u00eb e k\u00ebrkon.
\nE di se Penelopa d\u00ebnes\u00ebt n\u2019shtrat e dashuruar si kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nI patrembur me kok\u00ebn e mbushur pasione.
\nE grushtat p\u00ebrplot kujtime q\u00eb i vlojn\u00eb si uj\u00eb n\u2019zjarr
\nAi bredh meridian\u00ebve t\u2019 rruzullimit
\nPa harta e kufij, pa em\u00ebr e koh\u00eb
\nSi zog lajm\u00ebtar, shtegtari
\nRrap\u00ebllin n\u00ebp\u00ebr koh\u00eb, lexon e rilexon.
\nE mashtron vet\u00ebn pafund\u00ebsisht
\nDuke i num\u00ebruar shekujt n\u00ebp\u00ebr gisht\u00ebrinj.
\nPastaj kalon detin e kuq n\u2019 k\u00ebmb\u00eb.
\nAtje nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb Nazareti,
\nAs Toka e Premtuar. Trishtohet!
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb kala e mbushur me mite vdek\u00ebtare.
\nI zhg\u00ebnjyer.
\nI ngrati, kthehet vrap n\u00ebp\u00ebr detin e ngrir\u00eb.
\nNum\u00ebron edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb vitet e jet\u00ebs.
\nN\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr asnj\u00eb engj\u00ebll s\u2019i lajm\u00ebrohet.
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb i vonuar shum\u00eb.
\nKthimi n\u00eb atdheun e pasioneve \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb i larg\u00ebt
\nSe kujtimi p\u00ebr dit\u00ebn e nisjes n\u00eb shtegtimin e pafund!<\/p>\n
\nAi vrap ec duke ndjekur yllin e rikthimit.
\nI cili shuhet bashk\u00eb me yllin q\u00eb e p\u00ebrpijn\u00eb ca re t\u00eb zeza.
\nDhe zbulimin e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs q\u00eb kund\u00ebrmon keq
\nDiku ku tani s\u2019e di ku?
\nShtegtari, nj\u00eb korb i koh\u00ebs,
\nQ\u00eb vajton pa pushim n\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb vetvetes.<\/p>\n
\nKUJTIM I MERMERT\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI mermert\u00eb shtrihet kujtimi p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn e Komedis\u00eb Hyjnore,
\nPrapa hapave t\u00eb molisur n\u00ebp\u00ebr barrikada t\u00eb panum\u00ebrta
\nRri hije shpirti im i etur p\u00ebr mij\u00ebra t\u00eb fshehta
\nE shembur koha e pasioneve lakuriqe q\u00eb fluturon si korb
\nEndet tamam si ylber mbi kokat tona t\u00eb topitura nga betonet e gjithfarshme
\nT\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumur dehemi n\u00eb universin e mendimeve shp\u00ebrthyese
\nKa me ardhur prap\u00eb dita jote poez
\nRri e qet\u00eb n\u00eb hijen e magjis\u00eb
\nDhe mos e zhvesh imunitetin e trash\u00ebguar nga Zoti.
\nZeus s\u2019ka mbi tok\u00eb, fli e qet\u00eb dhe p\u00ebrkunde koh\u00ebn e hallakatur
\nNjeriun e p\u00ebrhumbur n\u00ebp\u00ebr reklama \u00e7orodit\u00ebse
\nDhe epok\u00ebn e dokrrave, e zhurm\u00ebs s\u00eb gjithfarshme
\nS\u2019ka vend p\u00ebr art, sa trishtuesh\u00ebm, s\u2019ka koh\u00eb p\u00ebr poezi
\nDigjen merimanga digjen fjal\u00eb e zemra bashk\u00eb
\nN\u00eb horizontin e pritjes prehet nj\u00eb metafor\u00eb n\u00eb fyt,
\nI \u00ebsht\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb fryma, qan pa iu kuptuar dhembja,
\nE ledhatoj e n\u00eb buz\u00ebt e kallura t\u00eb saj qet\u00ebsohem
\nKalendari im po tretet
\nNga djers\u00ebt verore q\u00eb t\u00eb djegin ballin,
\nM\u00eb duhet ta puth vargun e etsh\u00ebm,
\nSot nuk k\u00ebndohet shpirti im,
\nN\u00eb vend t\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebve d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb zhurm\u00eb \u00e7mendurake
\nRropatje kotas p\u00ebr t\u00eb prodhuar hamend\u00ebsimet e panum\u00ebrta:
\nHerdo kurdo \u00e7do gj\u00eb z\u00eb vendin e vet
\nE natyrisht, edhe poezia do jet\u00eb n\u00eb fatin e saj t\u00eb lum\u00eb<\/p>\n
\nM\u00eb tha vargu sapo p\u00ebrqafova diellin pranveror
\nNd\u00ebrkaq Expresso ime ishte ftohur nga shikimi i thart\u00eb
\nQielli s\u2019mund t\u00eb mblidhet n\u00eb shuplak\u00eb,
\nMe grushta t\u00eb mbushur plot pasione
\nNgase fitorja \u00ebsht\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e budallenjve
\nDhe \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb mister q\u00eb nd\u00ebrkaq nuk hesht
\nNdjenjat e lidhura lak i shpartallon poezia
\nVargu ec, ec edhe n\u00ebp\u00ebr gjak
\nStuhive p\u00ebrmbys\u00ebse
\nVarreve djeg\u00ebse
\nVargu im peng jete
\nZhytet n\u00eb pellgun e harrimit
\nE mbyt trishtimin<\/p>\n
\nM\u00eb mbetet gjuha n\u00eb dh\u00ebmb\u00eb nganj\u00ebher\u00eb,
\nMe gjilp\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb duhet ta qep at\u00eb,
\nEngj\u00ebllushka ime, jo pse dua, nganj\u00ebher\u00eb
\n\u00c7uditem edhe me veten si i kafshoj \u00ebndrrat.
\nHahem me to deri n\u00eb p\u00ebrgjakje
\nI kafshoj dhe p\u00ebrleshem me realitetin,
\nN\u00ebp\u00ebr net me \u00ebndrra vjeshtore
\nDhe pranvera me buz\u00ebqeshje dashurore
\nHamendja p\u00ebr fitore mbyt trishtimin
\nI kafshoj dit\u00ebt, edhe net\u00ebt i kafshoj,
\nT\u00eb zeza si futa, net\u00ebt e paper\u00ebnduara,
\nP\u00ebrgjakem krejt nganj\u00ebher\u00eb,
\nMe dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e mi t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb, t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb,
\nSa shk\u00ebmbinjt\u00eb e Bjeshk\u00ebve t\u00eb Nemuna,
\nNganj\u00ebher\u00eb bot\u00ebn e z\u00eb gjumi n\u2019mes t\u00eb dit\u00ebs,
\nDhe aty p\u00ebrulet miti i fuqis\u00eb s\u00eb q\u00ebndres\u00ebs
\nTrulloset bota krejt e humbur p\u00ebrkundet,
\nHarron p\u00ebruljen e gjurit bota nganj\u00ebher\u00eb
\nBie n\u00eb gjum\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr ninulla ledhatuese
\nPapritur tretet nga thartira q\u00eb t\u00eb qet zorr\u00ebt
\nT\u00ebhuaj\u00ebsohet mendja dhe humb imazhin n\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb
\nPema e Jet\u00ebs z\u00eb rrug\u00ebn n\u00eb m\u00ebngjesin me ves\u00eb diellore
\nE un\u00eb, nganj\u00ebher\u00eb i vetmuar p\u00ebrleshem me bot\u00ebn
\nDhe p\u00ebrhumbem n\u00eb lakuriq\u00ebsin\u00eb e poezis\u00eb<\/p>\n
\nMe lundrue n\u00ebp\u00ebr nat\u00ebn e braktisur, oh
\nNga h\u00ebna bythprap\u00eb e ngjyrat e err\u00ebta
\nO nat\u00eb e vetmuar me sy gjysm\u00ebqorre,
\nO koh\u00eb shum\u00ebngjyr\u00ebshe e trashur n\u2019vete,
\nLak e b\u00ebr\u00eb mbi kok\u00ebn time vall\u00ebzon
\nKryelart\u00eb i shndrisin syt\u00eb e Ciklopit i ka
\nE sheh si i l\u00ebvizin k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e shpejta…
\nAkil s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb por fluturon si n\u00eb beteja antike
\nHer\u00eb n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb, e z\u00eb trishtimin n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr,
\nHer\u00eb n\u00eb Europ\u00eb, e kap ankthi n\u00eb shtrat,
\nHer\u00eb n\u00eb Azi, e z\u00eb makthi n\u00eb rrug\u00eb,
\nHer\u00eb zgjohet me kujtimet p\u00ebr kalin,
\nB\u00ebn dashuri n\u00eb barkun e kobsh\u00ebm
\nDhe i ngat\u00ebrrohen rrug\u00ebt para k\u00ebmb\u00ebve
\nKoha e pangjyr\u00eb, e paem\u00ebr e pak\u00ebnduar
\nE pashkruar, me muzik\u00eb t\u00eb harlisur vall\u00ebzon
\nE \u00e7mendur p\u00ebrdridhet si vajz\u00eb n\u00eb take t\u2019larta
\nCunam q\u00eb s\u2019i duron metaforat as ironit\u00eb
\nMe struktura t\u00eb deformuara deri n\u00eb p\u00ebrjashtim,
\nEndet me shikimin e tretur n\u00eb asfaltet moderne
\nDhe s\u2019gjen pandeh\u00ebm krahasimi nga modernist\u00ebt
\nAs nga progresist\u00ebt e posmodernistet
\nNga injorant\u00ebt e regjur me fjalor\u00eb demagogjish
\nQ\u00eb kurr\u00eb s\u2019 e kuptojn\u00eb artin e heshtjes
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb mbytur zhurm\u00ebn dhe gum\u00ebzhim\u00ebn e frikshme.
\nKoha ime e p\u00ebrve\u00e7me n\u00eb globin e ngulfatur
\nE paem\u00ebr, e pag\u00ebzuar nat\u00ebn e braktisur me muzik\u00eb t\u00eb harlisur
\nMe hije korbash e sorra t\u00eb \u00e7artura
\nSi ngjan kurrsesii koh\u00ebs s\u00eb Virgjilit,
\nMe heronj t\u00eb \u00e7mendur e luft\u00ebra absurde.
\nMadje s\u2019i p\u00ebrngjan as koh\u00ebs s\u00eb Krishtit e Jud\u00ebs tradhtar,
\nKoha ime kurrsesi s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb koha e lumit t\u00eb Heraklitit.
\nM\u00eb duhet t\u00eb kthehem n\u00ebp\u00ebr t\u00eb, dy her\u00eb ta nuhas,
\nDhe t\u00eb ec n\u00ebp\u00ebr kujtes\u00ebn e trashur nga merimanga
\nE krimba q\u00eb bluajn\u00eb pam\u00ebshirsh\u00ebm.
\nI inatosur m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb mos pajtohem me Heraklitin,
\nDy her\u00eb m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb lahem n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb:
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin uj\u00eb nj\u00eb her\u00eb me zjarr p\u00ebrv\u00eblues
\nPastaj me artin e heshtjes dhe ujin e urat\u00ebs.
\nMes meje e koh\u00ebs fluturon zogu pranveror
\nMe pupla t\u00eb m\u00ebrdhita e sythin e trembur,
\nE trazon pik\u00ebllimin e vizatuar n\u00eb maj\u00ebn e K\u00ebshtjell\u00ebs s\u00eb mendimeve
\nKoh\u00ebn e grabitur nga leckaman\u00eb me l\u00ebkur\u00ebgjarpri,
\nDardania ime e Shenjt\u00eb e goditur nga antikoha.
\nDhe miti i harres\u00ebs q\u00eb \u00e7el\u00eb si lule \u00e7do m\u00ebngjes<\/p>\n
\nFyta-fytash po t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh
\nAty ku vrasin legjendat e shekujve grabit\u00ebs
\nPo t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh lufto me koh\u00ebt
\nE braktisur n\u00ebp\u00ebr lumenj t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjakur
\nPo t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh sfidoje vdekjen
\nMbetesh legjend\u00eb historike
\nFanatizmin n\u00ebp\u00ebr shekuj
\nPo t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh lufto me antikrishtin
\nRikryq\u00ebzoje n\u00eb kryq
\nPo t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh b\u00ebn gjith\u00e7ka
\nGjith\u00e7ka b\u00ebn po t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh
\nGjitha lulet mbjelli n\u00eb nj\u00eb saksi
\nPa arom\u00eb do t\u00eb mbeten
\nPo t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh b\u00ebj gjith\u00e7ka,
\nDjallin b\u00ebje engj\u00ebll
\nDhe vall\u00ebzo me budallenj
\nTrishtim<\/p>\n
\nHumb kujtimi dhe imagjinata p\u00ebrmbyset
\nE n\u00eb kok\u00eb t\u00eb njeriut \u00e7elin krimbat
\nBashk\u00eb me gjarp\u00ebrinjt\u00eb thatanik\u00eb<\/p>\n
\nHan\u00eb pin\u00eb
\nKuvendojn\u00eb e mashtrojn\u00eb
\nKafk\u00ebn time e nuhasin
\nMe epshin e dreqitnjeri<\/p>\n
\nGjak kullojn\u00eb lulet
\nKafshohen \u00ebndrrat
\nHatash\u00ebm kafshohen
\nP\u00ebrlesh\u00ebn leshrat e kalbura
\nDhe aroma e tyre na deh<\/p>\n
\nShiten n\u00eb tregjet tona m\u00ebkatare
\nNuk \u00ebsht\u00eb panair idesh<\/p>\n
\nKrismat si zjarret me tym t\u00eb zi
\nZoti im, tamam si k\u00ebpurdha pas shiu
\nDhe, ku \u00ebsht\u00eb arti… klith?
\nKori i ideve<\/p>\n
\nAt\u00eb dit\u00eb kur dielli rr\u00ebshqiste drejt per\u00ebndimit
\nNj\u00eb korb parakaloi para syve tan\u00eb
\nE tok\u00ebs iu zu fryma nga inati
\nSi s\u2019u b\u00eb q\u00eb ta kthej diellin
\nAty ku puthi shikimin ton\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebpari
\nDhe rrug\u00ebn deri n\u00eb Kod\u00ebr ta kaloja me pupla<\/p>\n
\nToka dridhej nga t\u00eb ftohtit
\nDielli u dha si fem\u00ebr m\u00ebkatare pas Bjeshk\u00ebve t\u00eb Nemuna
\nHapi i vog\u00ebl p\u00ebr ta ndal\u00eb ishte pa p\u00ebrmbajtje
\nShikimi im u mbyt krejt…<\/p>\n
\nDhe struktura e deformuar e seksit
\nN\u00eb lumin e koh\u00ebs ecte zvarr\u00eb
\nNuk e njoha Homerin as verbimin e tij
\nMe hapa t\u00eb Akilit mas\u00eb koh\u00ebn q\u00eb vjen
\nDhe kilometrat deri matan\u00eb Itak\u00ebs
\nSythi yt kaltrosh p\u00ebrhumbet n\u00eb lakuriq\u00ebsin\u00eb
\nE nat\u00ebs s\u00eb zez\u00eb ku t\u00ebhuajsohet mendja
\nAkti i \u00e7oroditur i shpirtit hije
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7ar\u00ebn e seksit t\u00ebnd rrjedhin pikat
\nE dushit t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb n\u00eb ishullin e vetmis\u00eb
\nDrama e pashkruar n\u00eb teatrin e g\u00ebrmadhave
\nDhe puthja e akullt q\u00eb dogji sythin e p\u00ebrlotur
\nNj\u00eb korb pa shikimin tim prej t\u00eb dashuruar
\nDit\u00ebn me mendime t\u00eb hallakatura<\/p>\n
\nE artit t\u00eb shkruar n\u00ebn hije korbash
\nSyt\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb dritare prej motesh
\nAs dyer t\u00eb largimit nga trishtimi.<\/p>\n
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb flasin aq shum\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj qiellor\u00eb;
\nT\u00eb njom\u00eb, t\u00eb p\u00ebrmallsh\u00ebm e t\u00eb but\u00eb
\nT\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb sa s\u2019gjejn\u00eb krahasim,
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb flasin flok\u00ebt e shprishura,
\nAty ku atdheu i pasioneve nd\u00ebrron trajtat
\nDhe p\u00ebrhumbet bota para shikimit prej loti,
\nTkurret si perde e hapur n\u00eb sken\u00eb teatrore
\nE vock\u00ebl bota p\u00ebrball\u00eb me shikimin q\u00eb djeg
\nDhe t\u00ebrheq si magnet n\u00eb bot\u00ebn e mistereve
\nN\u00ebn tisin e nurit t\u00eb saj prehet qet\u00ebsisht bota
\nDhe n\u00ebn presionin e heshtjes,
\nNum\u00ebron frym\u00ebmarrjet me damar\u00eb t\u00eb fryr\u00eb
\nE shtr\u00ebnguar nga plog\u00ebshtit e koh\u00ebs
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb flet gjoksi i mbuluar me hije misteresh
\nNj\u00eb kafshat\u00eb p\u00ebr vargun e etur<\/p>\n
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb mposhtur mbrapshtit\u00eb
\nE pra, Mona Liza tek qeshte p\u00eblciste nga dashuria<\/p>\n
\nMe nj\u00eb t\u00eb fryr\u00eb nga zgafella e goj\u00ebs
\nEdhe n\u00ebse Jozefi K. vdiq si qen rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb Parisit a Prag\u00ebs
\nProcesi s\u2019u mbyll e ai mbetet prap\u00eb proces
\nT\u00eb premtet e m\u00ebdha s\u2019kuptohen pa t\u00eb diel\u00ebn e madhe.
\n\u00c7\u2019faj ka poezia q\u00eb e sulmon
\nImunitetin s\u2019mund t\u2019ia marr\u00ebsh as kur lakuriq\u00ebsohet
\nMjekr\u00ebn time t\u00eb pakrehur ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb rritur zjarreve p\u00ebrc\u00eblluese
\nMbuluar me merimanga g\u00ebrdie
\nEdhe po deshe s\u2019mund ta puth\u00ebsh kurr\u00eb
\nKjo poezi vlon p\u00ebr dashuri
\nPo deshe vraje, n\u00eb varr mund ta v\u00ebsh
\nStruktur\u00ebn e mendimeve s\u2019mund t\u2019ia prek\u00ebsh
\nPoezia \u00ebsht\u00eb e panjoll\u00eb
\nPo deshe vraje
\nDo pjell\u00eb gjarpinj, q\u00eb syt\u00eb t\u00eb t\u2019i helmojn\u00eb
\nMacet e \u00e7artura vrapojn\u00eb gjoksit trishtuesh\u00ebm
\nPo deshe vraje
\nEdhe nga varri shpirtin e trazon.<\/p>\n
\nN\u00eb alfabetin me figura t\u00eb pakuptimta
\nFragmenti i jet\u00ebs sime kthen n\u00eb udh\u00ebkryq
\nSikur n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00ebndrra t\u00eb \u00e7mendura
\nE nuhat ikjen deri n\u00eb sk\u00ebterr\u00eb
\nAlfabeti im
\nE zgjat rrit\u00ebn prej poezis\u00eb
\nDuke i zgjeruar pasionet deri n\u00eb qiell
\nDhe zanoret e afshit q\u00eb shp\u00ebrthejn\u00eb
\nMbi syt\u00eb e mi
\nPezmi i shkronjave t\u00eb gurta,
\nPrish gjumin e kufijve
\nN\u00eb universin e koh\u00ebs pa poezi
\nSi leckaman metropoleve t\u00eb bot\u00ebs
\nK\u00ebrkoj k\u00ebshilla nga poet\u00eb
\nT\u00eb kuptoj fjal\u00ebn prej guri
\nSi i trazon mendimet abstrakte
\nUn\u00eb jam hapi im dhe rruga deri tek atdheu i poezis\u00eb
\nN\u00eb rrug\u00ebn q\u00eb prehet pas \u00e7do ecje
\nNga injorant\u00eb q\u00eb vall\u00ebzojn\u00eb me zhurm\u00ebn
\nMaratona e poezis\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr shpirtra t\u00eb dergjur
\nShum\u00ebzon ujin tamam si Krisht<\/p>\n
\nDeri n\u00eb pik\u00ebn e fundit
\nI lidhja fjal\u00ebt p\u00ebr iluzione
\nMe ngriheshin gishtat si shk\u00ebmbinj
\nMe tingujt e leht\u00eb t\u00eb kitar\u00ebs
\nNd\u00ebrtohet ngrehina
\nDhe iluzionit t\u00eb fjal\u00ebs
\nI vjen er\u00eb harrimi<\/p>\n
\nN\u00eb shtratin e \u00e7elur varr\u00eb
\nS\u2019num\u00ebrohen regjistrat e pafundme t\u00eb dashurive
\nVet\u00ebm fjal\u00ebt lidhen p\u00ebr iluzione marr\u00ebzisht<\/p>\n
\nNd\u00ebrsa k\u00ebmb\u00ebt tona nga turbulenca e mendimeve
\nHumbasin drejtpeshimin
\nN\u00eb kozmosin e fjal\u00ebs e tundin pendimin<\/p>\n
\nPastaj p\u00ebr t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn u b\u00ebn\u00eb beteja t\u00eb \u00e7mendura
\nPlot vite u rropat dora jon\u00eb prej hijesh,
\nSi flamur disfatash e aren\u00eb takimesh<\/p>\n
\nTrotuareve t\u00eb akullta ku k\u00ebmb\u00ebt rr\u00ebshqisnin tmerrsh\u00ebm
\nEc\u00ebn injorant\u00ebt t\u00eb v\u00ebrsulur pas tempullit t\u00eb marrinave
\nE mjer\u00eb ne p\u00ebr p\u00ebrrall\u00ebn e mo\u00e7me.<\/p>\n