{"id":2345,"date":"2021-11-29T20:44:12","date_gmt":"2021-11-29T20:44:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=2345"},"modified":"2021-11-29T20:44:12","modified_gmt":"2021-11-29T20:44:12","slug":"poezi-kushtuar-shkrimtareve-shqiptare-nga-athanase-vantchev-de-thracy-france","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/poezi-kushtuar-shkrimtareve-shqiptare-nga-athanase-vantchev-de-thracy-france\/","title":{"rendered":"Poezi kushtuar shkrimtareve shqiptare nga Athanase Vantchev de Thracy, Franc\u00eb \u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"
Ne foto Lida sherafatmand, Athanase Vanchev de Thracy dhe Jeton Kelmendi, Paris 2008, Kafe Trocadero.<\/em><\/h6>\n

Poezi nga Athanase Vantchev de Thracy, Franc\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n

P<\/strong>\u00ebrktheu nga origjinali- Fr\u00ebngjisht: Albert Nikolla, Bruksel<\/p>\n

ZONJE-MADHJA SHQIPERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kushtuar Naim FRASHERIT<\/em><\/p>\n

But\u00eb-\u00ebmbla, zonj\u00eb-madhja Shqip\u00ebri,
\nJa vjeshta u varron me flet\u00eb n\u00eb ajri,
\nN\u00ebn frutat e nj\u00eb vere q\u00eb u poq\u00ebn me tepri,
\nne, poet\u00ebt e bot\u00ebs jemi miq tek ti,
\nn\u00ebn bes\u00ebn t\u00ebnde t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr, n\u00ebn Zot e n\u00ebn mir\u00ebsi,
\nEra mbart mbi vete plag\u00ebt e dheut t\u00eb shenjt\u00eb
\nP\u00ebrtej livadheve plot blerim t\u00eb lasht\u00eb,
\nDhe h\u00ebna b\u00ebn folen\u00eb e saj n\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumje,
\nMes flok\u00ebve t\u00eb dendura t\u00eb pyjeve t\u00eb paqt\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb bukura jan\u00eb malet, t\u00eb arta si bijat shqiptare!<\/p>\n

Naim, v\u00ebllai im poet, miku im plot dert,
\nFjal\u00ebt e tua, si nj\u00eb gaz plot mister dashurie,
\nShp\u00ebrthejn\u00eb, dhe motet kaptojn\u00eb n\u00eb histori
\nShijojn\u00eb shiun e ngroht\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00ebsis\u00eb pa dert,
\nQ\u00eb pik\u00ebrlojn\u00eb mbi buz\u00ebt e mia dhe m\u00eb grishin,
\nN\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn e liris\u00eb dhe dashuris\u00eb shqip\u00ebrore!
\nT\u00eb p\u00ebrjetsh\u00ebm jan\u00eb poet\u00ebt q\u00eb popujt e tjer\u00eb i duan
\nSi\u00e7 popullin e vet…<\/p>\n

Furtunat banojn\u00eb t\u00eb kreshpura n\u00eb histori luft\u00ebrash,
\nKrah\u00ebve t\u00eb tu delikat\u00eb, i shtojn\u00eb dhembjen
\nShkat\u00ebrrojm\u00eb bashk\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb gur\u00ebt e urrejtjes,
\ndhe paqen me dashuri mes nesh e mbjellim
\nN\u00eb buz\u00ebt tona plot etje, ka vargje dhe dhembje!
\nT\u00eb marr\u00ebt zgurdullojn\u00eb syt\u00eb dhe ulurasin mes nesh<\/p>\n

E bardha Shqip\u00ebri me poetin Naim n\u00eb gji,
\nDy shk\u00eblqime n\u00eb nj\u00eb shpirt unik, pa ndarje
\nDy rrahje n\u00eb nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb vetme! Plot mir\u00ebsi!<\/p>\n

Mendimet e tua hyjnore, si drita q\u00eb shfaqet prore
\nN\u00eb brigjet e uj\u00ebrave t\u00eb deteve t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb,
\nP\u00ebrb\u00ebjn\u00eb bukurin\u00eb e shp\u00ebrthimi t\u00eb drit\u00ebs,
\nDhe t\u00eb sekretit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb begat\u00eb, mes miqsh,
\nPafund\u00ebsin\u00eb e panjohur t\u00eb mrekullis\u00eb s\u00eb Zotit!<\/p>\n

I dashuruar me nj\u00eb Tok\u00eb bujare t\u00eb kreshp\u00ebruar,
\nMe male, t\u00eb mrekullueshme n\u00eb rrethin e universit,
\nSendet kan\u00eb caqet e tyre n\u00eb shtrirje, dhe endje
\nP\u00ebllumbesh\u00eb q\u00eb vendos krah\u00ebt n\u00eb drit\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs,
\nAlfabeti \u00ebmb\u00ebl e dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb gjuh\u00ebs s\u00eb madhe!<\/p>\n

Hap librin, dhe lexoj me gaz k\u00ebng\u00ebn t\u00ebnde,
\nB\u00ebhesh Shok i net\u00ebve t\u00eb mia t\u00eb thjeshta plot vetmi
\nZ\u00ebri yt sh\u00ebron dhimbjen q\u00eb m\u00eb kaplon kraharorit
\nZemrat q\u00eb b\u00ebrtasin mes ndjenj\u00ebs s\u00eb madh\u00ebshtis\u00eb
\nAta q\u00eb kan\u00eb shkuar larg, le t\u00eb kthehen t\u00eb shohin
\nMir\u00ebsit\u00eb tona q\u00eb thyejn\u00eb urrejtjet n\u00eb beteja!<\/p>\n

Dhe duke lundruar n\u00ebp\u00ebr vargje ,
\nMarinar i vjet\u00ebr me plag\u00eb udh\u00ebtimesh t\u00eb thella
\nme vegime t\u00eb kaltra t\u00eb poezis\u00eb sate,
\nDo ta shfaq fytyr\u00ebn time n\u00eb kuvend dhe ta them
\nLinjat me ngjyra krejt t\u00eb ndezura i takojn\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb
\nShkruar m\u00eb par\u00eb nga dora juaj e bekuar
\nSipas diktimit hyjnor q\u00eb flak\u00ebron, kuq e zi
\nJu madh\u00ebrojn\u00eb n\u00eb thelb- ju b\u00ebjn\u00eb mjesht\u00ebror
\nEngj\u00eblli n\u00eb begati i dijes hyjnore!<\/p>\n

Shqip\u00ebri, ti je e trishtuar p\u00ebr poetin t\u00ebnd
\nQ\u00eb vdiq i ri, larg vatr\u00ebs, larg lisave dhe livadheve
\nShih dallg\u00ebzimin e tunik\u00ebs n\u00eb horizonte pa kufi
\nDhe krenohu me K\u00ebng\u00ebtarin e madh t\u00eb tokave ilire?<\/p>\n

Qeshni pra shqiptar\u00eb, qeshni pra o njer\u00ebz t\u00eb mir\u00eb
\nMos kini frik\u00eb, Frash\u00ebrliu, \u00ebsht\u00eb miku im i shpirtit
\nN\u00eb drit\u00ebn e besimit t\u00eb pafund, dhe t\u00eb dituris\u00eb,
\nNa puqen ndjenjat, na puqen mendimet,
\nNe vdesim n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb dhe lindim universit!<\/p>\n

Eh jeta, \u00ebsht\u00eb ende gjall\u00eb dhe gjallon me shpres\u00eb
\nFlamuri i kuq i kujtes\u00ebn s\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb
\nTi ka vendosur n\u00eb panteon Zoti, thesaret e pafund
\nT\u00eb poezive t\u00eb shenjta qe ti thure, p\u00ebr atdheun!<\/p>\n

Paris, 30 shtator 2013<\/em><\/p>\n

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GUSHEKUQ\u00a0 I TE BUKURIT MAJ<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dedikuar mikut tim,\u00a0<\/em>poetit m\u00eb t\u00eb ri t\u00eb Evrop\u00ebs:
\n<\/em>Jeton Kelmendit<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00ab Ti pranver\u00ebn na ndrin, kur gonxhet nisin \u00e7elin\u2026 \u00bb
\nPaul G\u00e9raldy<\/p>\n

Kam endje ta d\u00ebgjoj m\u00ebngjesit,
\nZ\u00ebrin e melodish\u00ebm t\u00eb jet\u00ebs,
\nHarmonin\u00eb\u00a0 mistereve t\u00eb puplor\u00ebve,
\nShp\u00ebrthimet e\u00a0 dritave n\u00eb nj\u00eb miliard nuanca,
\nk\u00ebto alegro, langoreta art-q\u00ebndisur
\nFuqin\u00eb e kreshendove t\u00eb p\u00ebrpikta !<\/p>\n

E kthjell\u00ebt \u00ebsht\u00eb nata dhe val\u00ebzuese si Atlas.
\nKy i vogli trup, f\u00ebshf\u00ebrin prej pasionit plot ndjenja,
\nReg\u00ebtin mbi gjethet e jeshilta t\u00eb pranver\u00ebs.
\nMelodia e dallueshme, n\u00eb epose dhe legjenda
\ne pashqit\u00ebshme nga mendja \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebnga e tij e tejdukshme
\nudh\u00ebton si rrek\u00ebzat e ujit t\u00eb kulluar, mbi\u00a0 dhe e gur\u00eb
\nduke gjarp\u00ebruar i fresk\u00ebt n\u00eb pyllin e dendur,
\nmes pem\u00ebve kuror\u00eb-larta, nga driza n\u00eb g\u00ebmush\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Brenda k\u00ebsaj nate maji gjith\u00e7ka,
\nNgjan sikur \u00ebsht\u00eb form\u00ebsuar nga ledhatimi,
\nHarmonia e tejdukshme\u00a0 dhe brisht\u00ebsia.
\nI \u00ebmbli vog\u00eblush, k\u00ebng\u00ebtari gush\u00ebkuq!
\ni paduksh\u00ebm si nga hera, i p\u00ebrulur, i p\u00ebrkor\u00eb,
\nbukur mbuluar n\u00ebn\u00a0 flatrat e muzgut.
\nDhe duhet th\u00ebn\u00eb, muzik\u00eb rrjedh nga dashuria e tij
\nme nota shk\u00eblqimtare mbi tambur.<\/p>\n

Me fytyr\u00ebn n\u00ebn rrezet e h\u00ebn\u00ebs mjaltoshe,
\nshijoj drith\u00ebrimat vajtuese t\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebs
\nt\u00eb k\u00ebtij fyelli magjik, gjith\u00eb mit n\u00eb triptik,
\nmurmurimat poetike t\u00eb nj\u00eb rruge,
\nheshtjet e shkurtra dhe ndjenjat e vrigta
\ndhe nga mall\u00ebngjimi i rip\u00ebrt\u00ebritjes q\u00eb qenies
\nmezi mbaj lot\u00ebt e ngash\u00ebrimin.
\nAi ka ardhur p\u00ebr bot\u00ebn, dhe \u00ebsht\u00eb poeti!
\nMbani vesh, jan\u00eb \u00e7aste qet\u00ebsie e \u00e7lirimi elegjiak,
\n\u00ebnd\u00ebrrime t\u00eb stisura n\u00eb fund t\u00eb nj\u00eb pranvere
\nplot me mister e shenjt\u00ebri pa fund, pa cak!<\/p>\n

As mullenja e veriut\u00a0 me z\u00ebrin magjiplot\u00eb,
\nas trishtili\u00a0 melodioz e ngash\u00ebrimtar,
\nas ping\u00ebrimi i holl\u00eb e martin-peshkatarit t\u00eb lumenjve,
\nas \u00e7afk\u00eblorja e pipiruqe dhe lozonjare
\nme kreshp\u00ebn e mbuluar me puplin t\u00eb zi,
\nasnj\u00eb fluturak\u00a0 shpotit\u00ebs dhe bilb\u00ebrues,
\ns\u2019mund t\u00eb matet me k\u00ebng\u00ebn magjiplot\u00eb t\u00eb tij.<\/p>\n

Vet\u00ebm z\u00ebri i tij me shk\u00eblqim serafin
\nderdhet gjithkund me nj\u00eb endje mahnit\u00ebse
\nVet\u00ebm z\u00ebri i tij \u00ebsht\u00eb drith\u00ebrim\u00eb turbulluese,
\nflatron, n\u00ebn qiej t\u00eb luhatsh\u00ebm gjith\u00eb vall\u00ebzim.
\nI t\u00ebri shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb mjeloshe.
\nDhe heshtja p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos d\u00ebgjuar asgj\u00eb.
\nDridhet zemra pas nj\u00eb zie t\u00eb trisht\u00eb vjeshtore.
\nDhe Ai,\u00a0 drejt Afrik\u00ebs s\u00eb hareshme niset,
\ndrejt muzgjeve t\u00eb bukura tropikale gjith\u00eb pjalmim,
\nn\u00eb vap\u00ebn mes arave ngjyer me t\u00eb kuqe.
\nTej, aty ku zemra t\u00eb tjera rinore si lule mbihen,
\nt\u00eb kthjell\u00ebta e t\u00eb dashuruara n\u00eb pritje magjike
\nme syt\u00eb q\u00eb shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb n\u00eb gaz-shende idilike<\/p>\n

E diel, 7 Dhjetor 2008<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00c7\u2019FAR\u00cb \u00cbSHT\u00cb KJO HESHTJE,
\n<\/strong>GJITHKUND…..<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kushtuar poetit Ali Podrimja<\/em><\/p>\n

Ku ven\u00eb njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb i dua,
\nVetuar me t\u00eb kuqe all,
\nN\u00eb muzgjet e portokallta t\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjes!
\nKu i shpie era e art\u00eb e tetorit,
\nZ\u00ebrat lavde-m\u00ebdhenj t\u00eb pik\u00ebllimit?<\/p>\n

E gjith\u00eb gjindja k\u00ebtu mbeti,
\nN\u00ebn diellin e vjesht\u00ebs s\u00eb thekur,
\nVet\u00ebm vastak\u00ebt plot \u00ebmb\u00eblsi t\u00eb rrushit,
\nDhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebria ime e bukur,
\nMbi parvaz t\u00eb dritaresh hedh v\u00ebshtrimin
\nDrejt pafund\u00ebsis\u00eb pa-dimensione.<\/p>\n

Thuam\u00eb-mua\u00a0 Ali Podrimja,
\nM\u00eb thuaj, mik i verbuar i shkulmave t\u00eb kthjell\u00ebta,
\nV\u00eblla binjak i alpeve t\u00eb Rugov\u00ebs,
\nKu van\u00eb kuajt e bardh\u00eb t\u00eb koh\u00ebs,
\nKrijesat , q\u00eb un\u00eb me duart e mia,
\nBrenda \u00ebndrr\u00ebs i kam veshur e veshur,
\nMe shk\u00eblqimin e drit\u00ebs s\u00eb shenjt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Paris, 18 gusht 2012<\/em><\/p>\n

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TI ME PYET PSE!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kushtuar ISMAIL KADARESE<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Ti m\u00eb pyet, pse un kam aq tallaz n\u00eb zem\u00ebr,<\/em>
\nE mbi nj\u00eb qaf\u00eb nj\u00eb kok\u00eb xanxare e nevrike,<\/em>
\nKjo ngaq\u00eb un jam rr\u00ebnj\u00eb e rac\u00ebs anteike,<\/em>
\nNdaj\u00a0 i kthej shigjetat kund\u00ebr Zotit pa em\u00ebr.<\/em>
\nG\u00e9rard de Nerval<\/p>\n

Por ja q\u00eb ne Ismail, jemi, si\u00e7 e thon\u00eb,
\nLastar\u00ebt e rinj, q\u00eb rriten plot gjethe e jet\u00eb,
\nNga antika, n\u00eb mbirje t\u00eb gjat\u00eb tremijvje\u00e7are,
\nVastak\u00eb t\u00eb bardh\u00eb rrush Sovoie n\u00eb vresht,
\nQ\u00eb rrjedh ver\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb Vitis Allobrogica.<\/p>\n

Ju, fitimtari djal\u00eb i shndritshmes Shqip\u00ebri,
\nJu, q\u00eb transformoni tok\u00ebn tuaj prehistorike,
\nTregues i dhembjes s\u00eb popullit, dhe gjesteve mitike,
\nN\u00eb odet dhe muzikat, n\u00eb parfumet dhe lulet e fushave,
\nDhe fjal\u00ebt e magjishme, t\u00eb lira , t\u00eb qarta dhe sublime,
\nSi k\u00ebng\u00ebt e lumenjve t\u00eb vrullsh\u00ebm malor\u00eb,
\nSi fluturimet e shqiponjave mbi qiellin e maleve t\u00eb larta,
\nSikurse Kaligrafia e pul\u00ebbardhave n\u00eb ver\u00eb,
\nMbi blun\u00eb e brigjeve ranore t\u00eb Adriatikut!<\/p>\n

Tek ju pra, gjaku i buz\u00ebqeshjes,
\nRrjedh nd\u00ebr vena, t\u00eb populli tuaj krenar!
\nGjak ku udh\u00ebtojn\u00eb, anijet e vogla t\u00eb diellit,
\nFaqet e gjith\u00eb historis\u00eb s\u00eb njer\u00ebzimit,
\nDashuria dhe bukuria e shekujve!<\/p>\n

Ne do ta duam ujin n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet t\u00eb cilit,
\nGrek\u00ebt masnin rrjedhjen e koh\u00ebs,
\nGjithashtu edhe kolonat me t\u00eb cilat,
\nDeshifroheshin kuptimet e shenjta t\u00eb hijeve!<\/p>\n

O drit\u00eb e paparashikueshme e or\u00ebve,
\nRrjedhje t\u00eb ngadalta t\u00eb lumenjve t\u00eb jet\u00ebs,
\nFill i pak\u00ebputsh\u00ebm i th\u00ebnieve t\u00eb filozof\u00ebve,
\nLegjenda dhe terrore t\u00eb vjetra mbretrish!<\/p>\n

Drit\u00eb librash epidiptike,
\nFjal\u00eb thelb\u00ebsore,
\nN\u00eb nat\u00ebn e pambarimt\u00eb,
\nKu notojn\u00eb \u00ebndrrat tona t\u00eb mir\u00ebsis\u00eb.
\nPor ja q\u00eb ne Ismail, jemi, si\u00e7 e thon\u00eb,
\nLastar\u00ebt e rinj, q\u00eb rriten plot gjethe e jet\u00eb,
\nNga antika, n\u00eb mbirje t\u00eb gjat\u00eb tremijvje\u00e7are,
\nVastak\u00eb t\u00eb bardh\u00eb rrush Sovoie n\u00eb vresht\u00eb,
\nQ\u00eb rrjedh ver\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb Vitis Allobrogica.<\/p>\n

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\u00c7FAR\u00cb MBETET E NDALUAR N\u00cb BUZ\u00cbT E NJERIUT
\n<\/strong>(CE QUI DEMEURE INTERDIT)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWachs und werde zum Wald!
\neine beseeltere
\nVollentl\u00fchende Welt !\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cMen\u00e7urimi, b\u00ebhet nj\u00eb pyll!
\nNj\u00eb bot\u00eb ku penetron shpirti,
\nDhe nis e lul\u00ebzon n\u00eb plot\u00ebsi!\u201d
\nFriedrich H\u00f6lderlin<\/p>\n

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Tashm\u00eb ti po ik\u00ebn! Brenda gjetheve q\u00eb dridhen p\u00ebrhumbur
\nT\u00eb vendosesh mbr\u00ebmjes, pafund\u00ebsisht n\u00eb nj\u00eb dashuri t\u00eb bukur!
\nShko, zhduku, njom\u00ebshti jete! Koha e munges\u00ebs ka ardhur,
\nRigjeji brigjnajat me shi t\u00eb atdheut ton\u00eb n\u00eb stuhi lagur,
\nKu nj\u00eb gjat\u00ebsi udh\u00ebtimi n\u00eb but\u00ebsi brishtare zigzon,
\nNa d\u00ebrgon si dikur drejt gjelb\u00ebrimi qart\u00ebsisht hapur,
\nS\u00ebrish na rikthen n\u00eb sht\u00ebpit\u00eb tona t\u00eb shenjta,
\nDrejt t\u00eb pashtershmes buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs.
\nVdekja pa ngut rrethon me err\u00ebsir\u00eb fytin tim gul\u00e7ues,
\nE dashura trishtes\u00eb mbyt buz\u00ebqeshjet e lumit t\u00eb gjakut!
\nT\u00eb qara naive, l\u00ebvizje t\u00eb ng\u00ebrr\u00e7ta q\u00eb mendimet gjejn\u00eb,
\nShurdhimi i lag\u00ebsht q\u00eb m\u00eb mban me muaj n\u00ebn kontroll,
\nDit\u00ebt e zymta, or\u00ebt e athta, minutat dhe sekondat,
\nAh! \u00c7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj me to?
\nTashm\u00eb ti po ik\u00ebn! Do t\u00eb endesh n\u00ebp\u00ebr livadhe!
\nKoha e pakthyeshme p\u00ebrgjumet n\u00eb aget e syve!
\nTi vrapon me t\u00eb, n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde,
\nlodron shp\u00ebrndarja e fjal\u00ebve,
\nt\u00eb bardha, rrezatuese, t\u00eb virtytshme,
\nt\u00eb buta sikurse dhe d\u00ebbora.
\nVe\u00e7 fillesa agimore, dhe petale vjollc\u00eb harruar,
\nParfumi i gemit t\u00eb karafilit n\u00eb \u00e7do fjal\u00eb buzuar.
\nShko! Eteri qiellor do t\u00eb drejtoj\u00eb shpirtin sovran
\nDrejt t\u00eb qarave me mall\u00ebngjim g\u00ebzimi t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb,
\nDrejt kodrave ku jeton at\u00ebgjyshi me zem\u00ebr t\u00eb hareshme,
\nDrejt pyjeve ku ndodhet unaza e bashkimit me rrug\u00ebn e qum\u00ebshtit!
\nShko! But\u00ebsia e \u00ebmb\u00ebl e puthjeve nuk i ka braktisur dridhjet!
\nPor ti, plot hov e njom\u00ebshti, q\u00ebndro akoma me mua,
\nRimerre muzik\u00ebn e parfumuar t\u00eb lamtumir\u00ebs n\u00eb qepallat e mia,
\nI b\u00ebr\u00eb, o i but\u00eb, o shp\u00ebtues, q\u00eb nga hap\u00ebsira do t\u00eb zhdukesh,
\nGrihet shpirti nga dh\u00ebmb\u00ebzat e lig\u00ebshtis\u00eb dhe miqt\u00eb e mi s\u00ebmuren,
\nAt\u00eb qe zemra ime thot\u00eb p\u00ebr ty, q\u00eb t\u00eb dua m\u00eb shum\u00eb se veten,
\nMbushet s\u00ebrish qenia me uj\u00eb t\u00eb past\u00ebr plot jet\u00eb e shpres\u00eb!
\nL\u00ebrm\u00ebni mua, n\u00eb shijen e vetvetes,
\nN\u00eb admirim, pritje, shijim e shpres\u00eb,
\n\u00c7far\u00eb mbetet e ndaluar n\u00eb buz\u00ebt e njeriut!<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ne foto Lida sherafatmand, Athanase Vanchev de Thracy dhe Jeton Kelmendi, Paris 2008, Kafe Trocadero. Poezi nga Athanase Vantchev de Thracy, Franc\u00eb P\u00ebrktheu nga origjinali- Fr\u00ebngjisht: Albert Nikolla, Bruksel ZONJE-MADHJA SHQIPERI Kushtuar Naim FRASHERIT But\u00eb-\u00ebmbla, zonj\u00eb-madhja Shqip\u00ebri, Ja vjeshta u varron me flet\u00eb n\u00eb ajri, N\u00ebn frutat e nj\u00eb vere q\u00eb u poq\u00ebn me tepri, […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2346,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[166],"tags":[],"book_author":[],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2345"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2345"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2345\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2345"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2345"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2345"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=2345"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=2345"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}