Ndue Ukaj<\/p>\n
Ndue Ukaj (1977), shkrimtar, kritik i let\u00ebrsis\u00eb dhe publicist.
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb i p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb n\u00eb disa antologji t\u00eb poezis\u00eb, brenda dhe jasht\u00eb vendit. Poezit\u00eb dhe tekstet e tij jan\u00eb p\u00ebrkthyer n\u00eb anglisht, spanjisht, italisht, rumanisht, finlandisht, kinezisht, suedisht, turqisht, dhe jan\u00eb botuar n\u00eb shum\u00eb revista prestigjioze. \u00cbsht\u00eb autor i librave: \u201cDiskursi biblik n\u00eb let\u00ebrsin\u00eb shqipe\u201d, studim, 2004 \u201cUj\u00ebvarat e metaforave\u201d, poezi, 2009 \u201cGodo nuk vjen\u201d, poezi, 2010, \u201cIthaca of the Word\u201d, poezi, 2010, \u201cArka e shp\u00ebtimit,\u201d, poezi, 2012, \u201cGjithmon\u00eb di\u00e7ka mungon\u201d, poezi, 2017, \u201cKrijimi i dashuris\u00eb,\u201d, poezi, 2017.
\nLibri me poezi Godo nuk vjen, u laureua me \u00e7mimin komb\u00ebtar \u201dAzem Shkreli\u201d p\u00ebr librin m\u00eb te mir\u00eb t\u00eb botuar me poezi n\u00eb vitin 2010. N\u00eb Festivalin Nd\u00ebrkomb\u00ebtar t\u00eb Poezis\u00eb, \u201cDit\u00ebt e Naimit\u201d, u laureua me \u00e7mimin p\u00ebr poezin\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Revista letrare The International Poetry Transation And Research Centre, q\u00eb botohet n\u00eb Kin\u00eb, m\u00eb 2014, e ka vler\u00ebsuar nj\u00eb nga poet\u00ebt m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb botuar n\u00eb vitin 2013 n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb revist\u00eb. Po ashtu, ka fituar \u00e7mimin Creativity prizes” n\u00eb Naji Naaman\u2019s Literary Prizes 2016.
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb vler\u00ebsuar edhe me mir\u00ebnjohje dhe \u00e7mime tjera letrare.
\nUkaj \u00ebsht\u00eb an\u00ebtar i PEN-it n\u00eb Suedi.<\/p>\n
Vajza q\u00eb e do poezin\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n Ajo lindi n\u00eb dit\u00ebn kur s\u2019duhej, Vet\u00ebm zhurma e aeroplan\u00ebve d\u00ebgjohej Koha ik\u00ebn. O Zot, \u00e7 \u2018predikime d\u00ebgjon ajo, me vesh\u00ebt e bukur, Pastaj qet\u00ebsisht k\u00ebrkon fundin e gj\u00ebrave pa e kuptuar rrug\u00ebn e daljes N\u00eb vetmi k\u00ebrkon Kull\u00ebn e Babelit, Vajza q\u00eb e lexon Komedin\u00eb Hyjnore<\/strong><\/p>\n Ajo sh\u00ebtit e vetmuar n\u00eb pyllin e dendur; P\u00ebrball\u00eb lisave, uturim\u00ebs s\u00eb ujqve Her\u00eb p\u00ebrdridhet pas nj\u00eb lisi t\u00eb gjat\u00eb si balerin\u00eb; Duke synuar t\u00eb ngrit\u00eb n\u00eb nalt\u00ebsi, Ajo sh\u00ebtit e vetmuar n\u00eb pyllin e dendur Flok\u00ebt i f\u00ebrf\u00ebllijn\u00eb si val\u00eb deti. Me librin e Komedis\u00eb Hyjnore n\u00eb dor\u00eb. Gjithmon\u00eb di\u00e7ka mungon<\/strong><\/p>\n Njer\u00ebz me fytyra t\u00eb zbehta shtr\u00ebngojn\u00eb paqart\u00ebsin\u00eb. Pas k\u00ebtij shiu t\u00eb zymt\u00eb si pik\u00ebllimi, ka mund\u00ebsi q\u00eb nes\u00ebr dielli kthen shikimin, E sheh: dielli s\u00ebrish thyhet n\u00ebp\u00ebr kodra dhe lind diku tjet\u00ebr si nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim i ri shprese. \u00c7ka gjen! Gjen sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e pagjum\u00ebsis\u00eb ku shoshiten \u00ebndrrat, Ti gjithmon\u00eb k\u00ebrkon di\u00e7ka, Ti gjithmon\u00eb pret di\u00e7ka, Ti k\u00ebrkon rrug\u00ebn drejt cakut, Dhe \u00e7ka gjen! E diela e Laur\u00ebs<\/strong><\/p>\n N\u00eb qytetin e saj \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb katedrale e rr\u00ebnuar. Skajeve t\u00eb rrug\u00ebs gur\u00ebt l\u00ebshojn\u00eb dhimbje N\u00eb qytetin e saj \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb katedrale e rr\u00ebnuar. Ajo ka z\u00ebrin e \u00ebmb\u00ebl, \u00e7do t\u00eb diel shkon tek rr\u00ebnojat e saj, \u00cbsht\u00eb e diel dhe pushon syri i saj i haresh\u00ebm; Me gom\u00ebn e dashuris\u00eb Dhe pret m\u2019u zbukurua natyra, Ajo ec n\u00ebp\u00ebr rr\u00ebnojat e katedrales dhe e ndez nj\u00eb qiri, Mall<\/strong><\/p>\n Mbram\u00eb kam pas\u00eb shum\u00eb mall. Mbram\u00eb kam pas\u00eb shum\u00eb mall. Mbram\u00eb kam pas\u00eb mall,- Mbret\u00ebria e drejt\u00ebsis\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n Harku pa form\u00eb i nj\u00eb pik\u00eb loti noton n\u00eb qiell \u00cbnd\u00ebrrojm\u00eb drejt\u00ebsin\u00eb e zogjve dhe mbyllemi n\u00ebp\u00ebr konferenca t\u00eb gjata. T\u00eb tjer\u00ebt veprojn\u00eb mbi ne E ti m\u00eb thuaj n\u00ebse v\u00ebrtet ekzistojn\u00eb hartat e drejt\u00ebsis\u00eb Mesdit\u00eb pranvere<\/strong><\/p>\n Pas k\u00ebtij dimri t\u00eb acart\u00eb, Vitet tona jan\u00eb shpuar tej p\u00ebr tej nga kjo re pik\u00ebllimi E sheh: un\u00eb e hodha pallton e palar\u00eb E matan\u00eb k\u00ebsaj stine Pas k\u00ebtij dimri t\u00eb acar\u00ebt Sip\u00ebrfaqja e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n Ne kemi humb\u00eb shtigjet dhe jemi n\u00eb pyll. Rreth nesh sillen silueta njer\u00ebzish. T\u00eb kujtohet: ti mbr\u00ebm\u00eb ma rr\u00ebfeve andrr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde Ti e di: ne gjat\u00eb u mashtruam Jo. N\u00eb at\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb dikush mbolli lule t\u00eb k\u00ebqija.<\/p>\n At\u00ebher\u00eb me arkitektur\u00eb fjal\u00ebsh t\u00eb vjetra Sot e kam shfletue librin e vjet\u00ebr Kam p\u00e2 portretin e Bogdanit Sot e kam shfletue librin e vjet\u00ebr. Kam p\u00e2 portrete shkrimtar\u00ebsh Libri i vjet\u00ebr Asnjiher\u00eb s\u2019mund ta dim\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n Ne asnjiher\u00eb s\u2019mund ta dim\u00eb \u00e7ka fshihet Ne asnjiher\u00eb s\u2019mund ta dim\u00eb \u00e7ka fshihet Sepse ne asnjiher\u00eb s\u2019mund ta dim\u00eb N\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn e s\u00eb cil\u00ebs dikush dashuron Ne asnj\u00ebher\u00eb s\u2019 mund ta dim\u00eb \u00e7ka fshihet Itaka s\u00ebmbon<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cUn\u00eb jam e huaj n\u00eb vendin tim\u201d, shkruante Edith S\u00f6dergran. Fryn dhe bie bor\u00eb. Ne gjithmon\u00eb synojm\u00eb t\u00eb arrijm\u00eb te caku n\u00ebp\u00ebr dallg\u00ebt q\u00eb rriten. Edith shihte nj\u00eb pem\u00eb ma t\u00eb madhe se gjitha pem\u00ebt e tjera. Mjegull dhe bie bor\u00eb. Fryn dhe bie bor\u00eb. E gjethet e pem\u00ebve f\u00ebshf\u00ebrijn\u00eb, Un\u00eb kthej fytyr\u00ebn kah rruga e re. Aty ku s\u2019kam kaluar asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. Arka e p\u00ebrmbysjes<\/strong><\/p>\n Shpeshher\u00eb t\u00eb kam p\u00e2 mes engj\u00ebjsh e demon\u00ebsh,<\/p>\n E rrethuar nga nj\u00eb aureol\u00eb e rreme e quajtur lavdi.<\/p>\n E k\u00ebrkoje ark\u00ebn e shp\u00ebtimit<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb jast\u00ebk p\u00ebr kok\u00ebn t\u00ebnde<\/p>\n E p\u00ebr d\u00ebshirat tua t\u00eb ngjyrosura n\u00eb liri.<\/p>\n Fatin t\u00ebnd e mbanin n\u00eb dor\u00eb per\u00ebndit\u00eb e detit,<\/p>\n Derisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb aureola jote u p\u00ebrmbys.<\/p>\n At\u00ebher\u00eb ti qave si ky qiell i pik\u00eblluar,<\/p>\n E ktheve kok\u00ebn prapa,<\/p>\n Ata sy t\u00eb amb\u00ebl q\u00eb shikonin kah pafund\u00ebsia.<\/p>\n Dhe matan\u00eb dhimbjes k\u00ebrkove nj\u00eb shtr\u00ebngim dore<\/p>\n Tr\u00ebndafilin e kuq<\/p>\n Sa rruzullimi i syve t\u00eb tu.<\/p>\n At\u00eb dit\u00eb ndjenjash t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumura<\/p>\n E k\u00ebrkove kthimin te rr\u00ebfimet e vjetra<\/p>\n N\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet heshtjes s\u00eb zymt\u00eb<\/p>\n N\u00eb udh\u00ebkryqe fatesh ujite lulet e k\u00ebqija.<\/p>\n \u00c7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj un\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb nat\u00eb si kjo,<\/p>\n Pa han\u00eb dhe pa q\u00ebllim,<\/p>\n Kur l\u00eb peng udh\u00ebtimin e gjat\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00ebt e eg\u00ebrsuara;<\/p>\n Ku mungon hap\u00ebsira<\/p>\n Fjala<\/p>\n Mall\u00ebngjimi.<\/p>\n Dhe nj\u00eb vist\u00ebr lajmesh<\/p>\n P\u00ebr munges\u00ebn<\/p>\n Dikush e quan vetmi<\/p>\n Dikush e quan liri.<\/p>\n At\u00ebher\u00eb matan\u00eb teje pash\u00eb nj\u00eb rr\u00ebmuj\u00eb njer\u00ebzish<\/p>\n Si m\u00ebsynin kah portat e mbyllura.<\/p>\n Dhe u kapa pas teje;<\/p>\n Pas teje aty ku th\u00ebrrmijat e kujtes\u00ebs b\u00ebheshin simfoni<\/p>\n N\u00eb nd\u00ebrgjegjen e vrar\u00eb.<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb tingull q\u00eb zgjat\u00eb sa nj\u00eb jet\u00eb.<\/p>\n Ura<\/p>\n Ma mir\u00eb do t\u00eb ishte sikur kjo hap\u00ebsir\u00eb pa form\u00eb<\/p>\n T\u00eb mos kishte ur\u00eb.<\/p>\n Ti do t\u2019i mbaje dhimbjet e tua<\/p>\n E un\u00eb t\u00eb miat.<\/p>\n Sot,<\/p>\n Ti je e heshtur si kjo nat\u00eb pa ndri\u00e7im.<\/p>\n T\u00eb kujtohet kur m\u00eb rr\u00ebfeve historin\u00eb e braktisjes,<\/p>\n At\u00eb kall\u00ebzim p\u00ebr jet\u00eb e mote.<\/p>\n Po! Ma mir\u00eb kjo hap\u00ebsir\u00eb<\/p>\n T\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb tr\u00ebndafil me gjemba<\/p>\n Prej ku do t\u00eb d\u00ebgjohej k\u00ebnga e hutave<\/p>\n Sesa k\u00ebt\u00eb ur\u00eb q\u00eb bashkon dhimbje.<\/p>\n Nata \u00ebsht\u00eb e bukur dhe p\u00ebr d\u00ebshir\u00ebn time shikoj yjet.<\/p>\n Ata duken si nj\u00eb piktur\u00eb resh\u00eb t\u00eb dendura.<\/p>\n E p\u00ebrqafoj shum\u00ebsin\u00eb e tyre<\/p>\n Si k\u00ebt\u00eb bosh\u00ebsi q\u00eb m\u00eb ha.<\/p>\n Ti prap\u00eb m\u00eb josh kah qet\u00ebsia e puplave.<\/p>\n Sot e p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb,<\/p>\n Un\u00eb mbeta i p\u00ebrgjumur me shikimin n\u00eb at\u00eb horizonti.<\/p>\n Seanc\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n Mbaje lart kup\u00ebn hidh\u00ebrimit dhe nisu tat\u00ebpjet\u00ebs s\u00eb k\u00ebsaj dite T\u00eb kujtohet Sokrati me shkopin e tij, Pastaj ai e piu helmin Oh! P\u00ebrnj\u00ebmend Nd\u00ebrgjegje<\/strong><\/p>\n Ora e fundit me marr\u00ebveshje iu kushtua melankolis\u00eb. E mira dhe e keqja jetojn\u00eb n\u00ebn nj\u00eb \u00e7ati Derisa fjalit\u00eb formojn\u00eb pushtetin e puplave Sot t\u00eb hutuar jan\u00eb gur\u00ebt e grat\u00eb, Sa shum\u00eb beteja ekzistojn\u00eb p\u00ebr gj\u00ebra q\u00eb s\u2019i arrijm\u00eb. Po katedralja veshur me t\u00eb bardha Si udha e gjat\u00eb<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb udh\u00eb e gjat\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb sa nj\u00eb tingull Nj\u00eb udh\u00eb e gjat\u00eb fillon aty ku dikush e mbaroi, Ne ecim m\u00eb tutje dhe aty nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb caku, Si f\u00ebmij\u00eb cakun e kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrr t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. Nj\u00eb udh\u00eb e gjat\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb sa nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr disasekond\u00ebshe, Nj\u00eb udh\u00eb e gjat\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00ebndrra e ha realitetin Shk\u00eblqim i vagullt<\/strong><\/p>\n At\u00eb dit\u00eb… P\u00ebrnj\u00ebmend vet\u00ebm ti e di fsheht\u00ebsin\u00eb e val\u00ebve gazmore Si mbahet jeta n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb Oh! P\u00ebrnj\u00ebmend duhet t\u00eb ngrihem mbi fishk\u00ebllimat e fatit Barka ime \u00ebsht\u00eb kthyer kur gjith\u00eb e shtynin n\u00eb stuhi.<\/p>\n Dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri<\/p>\n Rikthehet e m\u00ebdyshur h\u00ebna ime nga nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim planetar Ti e di q\u00eb portat kah lumturia asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk hap\u00ebn.<\/p>\n N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb koh\u00eb kur p\u00ebrp\u00eblitem p\u00ebrpara mbishkrimit: Si dje edhe sot mungojn\u00eb: N\u00eb lajmet e mbr\u00ebmjes u tha se planeti tok\u00eb Godo nuk vjen<\/strong> Pa prit\u00eb nj\u00eb pickim ta shtang trupin e dora jote fluturon nga thesi. <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ndue Ukaj Ndue Ukaj (1977), shkrimtar, kritik i let\u00ebrsis\u00eb dhe publicist. \u00cbsht\u00eb i p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb n\u00eb disa antologji t\u00eb poezis\u00eb, brenda dhe jasht\u00eb vendit. Poezit\u00eb dhe tekstet e tij jan\u00eb p\u00ebrkthyer n\u00eb anglisht, spanjisht, italisht, rumanisht, finlandisht, kinezisht, suedisht, turqisht, dhe jan\u00eb botuar n\u00eb shum\u00eb revista prestigjioze. \u00cbsht\u00eb autor i librave: \u201cDiskursi biblik n\u00eb let\u00ebrsin\u00eb shqipe\u201d, […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":678,"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":[165,164],"tags":[],"book_author":[],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3032"}],"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=3032"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3032\/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=3032"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3032"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3032"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=3032"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=3032"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nQyteti kund\u00ebrmonte arom\u00eb t\u2019 keqe
\nE zogjt\u00eb kishin ra n\u00eb qet\u00ebsi t\u2019 detyruar.
\nAroma e luleve ishte mbyt\u00eb nga duhma e shurr\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
\nDhe shushurima e korit t\u2019 koh\u00ebs,
\nKu kan\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb vend politikan\u00ebt me xhepat plot parulla.<\/p>\n
\nMes nesh kryelart\u00eb rri jeta jote
\nE \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar \u00e7do nat\u00eb.
\nE ne- t\u2019 hutuar, shikojm\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj, si pikturojn\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr vite,
\nAto kujtime t\u00eb shp\u00ebrndara si flok\u00ebt e shprishura n\u00eb trupin t\u00ebnd.
\nPastaj shtrojm\u00eb pyetje t\u00eb shumta,
\nPyetje q\u00eb u mungojn\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigjet
\nDit\u00ebve kur shfaqen njer\u00ebz me shikime t\u2019 mjegullta
\nDhe duar t\u00eb ngritura nga qielli q\u00eb k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb m\u00ebshir\u00eb.
\nO Zot,
\nN\u00eb qytetin e saj, ka shum\u00eb b\u00ebrllok
\nAjo e do poezin\u00eb, por s\u2019 i lexon p\u00ebrrallat patriotike
\nAjo i pi kafet e zeza, por me nj\u00eb got\u00eb raki
\nAjo e ka fustanin e zi, por mendjen e bardh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nE syt\u00eb e stuhis\u00eb q\u00eb i shohin p\u00ebrtej mureve.
\nAjo b\u00ebn plane p\u00ebr t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen
\nE fustani i kapet n\u00eb nj\u00eb gozhd\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nDhe k\u00ebshtu i shterret fjala dhe shtegton n\u00ebp\u00ebr imagjinat\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nN\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kur tullat i p\u00ebrplas\u00ebn n\u00ebp\u00ebr gisht\u00ebrinjt\u00eb e saj.<\/p>\n
\nn\u00eb pyllin e err\u00ebt pa porta dalje,
\nk\u00ebrkon gjurm\u00ebt q\u00eb s\u2019jan\u00eb
\nmbas nj\u00eb shiu t\u00eb rr\u00ebmbyesh\u00ebm
\ndhe nj\u00eb dashurie q\u00eb e shtr\u00ebngon n\u00eb gji.<\/p>\n
\ndhe dashuris\u00eb q\u00eb e mban n\u2019gji
\npapritur ndien se malet kan\u00eb mendime.<\/p>\n
\nHer\u00eb shtrihet si nj\u00eb lis i rr\u00ebzuar n\u00eb barin e njom\u00eb
\nDhe ndjen pesh\u00ebn e shtr\u00ebngat\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
\nk\u00ebmb\u00ebt i ndalen n\u00ebp\u00ebr lisat e rr\u00ebzuar.<\/p>\n
\nS\u2019ka dor\u00eb dashnori q\u00eb ia prek flok\u00ebt e bukura
\nGjinjt\u00eb e \u00ebmbla.
\nMbi supe ka vu nj\u00eb shall me ngjyra
\ne n\u00eb dor\u00eb e mban Komedin\u00eb Hyjnore.<\/p>\n
\nPastaj mes gjinjve t\u00eb bukur e shtr\u00ebngon Komedin\u00eb,
\ndhe k\u00ebrkon rrug\u00ebn e kthimit
\nnga beteja p\u00ebr t\u00eb njohur ma mir\u00eb vetveten.
\nPara se t\u00eb hyj\u00eb n\u00eb pyllin e vetmis\u00eb-
\nn\u00eb luft\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u2019u liruar nga rob\u00ebria e mosqenies.<\/p>\n
\nAjo e p\u00ebrkund andrr\u00ebn p\u00ebr fitoren e panjohur
\nq\u00eb e pret tash e sa koh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nAta k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb di\u00e7ka, sepse gjithmon\u00eb di\u00e7ka u mungon.<\/p>\n
\nDhe ne vazhdojm\u00eb mosmarr\u00ebveshjet tona. K\u00ebrkimet tona.<\/p>\n
\nMegjithat\u00eb ti heshtur si paqja qiellore k\u00ebrkon rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb bot\u00ebs:
\nItak\u00ebn apo Penelop\u00ebn e shtrir\u00eb me d\u00ebshira t\u00eb paqarta,
\nKujtime t\u00eb trishta e net pa gjum\u00eb. Nj\u00eb tok\u00eb t\u00eb premtuar
\nKu do ta vendos\u00ebsh kok\u00ebn t\u00ebnde e dhimbjet e tua.<\/p>\n
\nRrug\u00eb t\u00eb mjegullta,
\nTok\u00ebn e Premtuar mbushur me gjarp\u00ebrinj.
\nKu s\u2019ka tamb\u00ebl, mjalt\u00eb e as vend p\u00ebr k\u00ebmb\u00ebn t\u00ebnde.<\/p>\n
\nKu hahen \u00ebndrrat dhe shpjegohet lumturia.<\/p>\n
\nDhe harron se gjithmon\u00eb di\u00e7ka t\u00eb mungon;
\nT\u00eb mungon rruga drejt cakut apo Itaka ku do t\u00eb kthehesh.
\nAtje ku pret e trishtuar nj\u00eb grua
\nDhe nj\u00eb qen q\u00eb fle i trazuar pran\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb saj.<\/p>\n
\nDhe harron se gjithmon\u00eb di\u00e7ka t\u00eb mungon:
\nSht\u00ebpia e \u00ebndrrave dhe treguesit e lumturis\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nE t\u00eb duket vetja leckaman i gjuajtur me gur\u00eb.
\nSepse ti gjithmon\u00eb k\u00ebrkon di\u00e7ka ndryshe,
\nP\u00ebr shembull: nj\u00eb njeri pa syza t\u00eb urrejtjes.<\/p>\n
\nNj\u00eb rrug\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb kryq.
\nTa japin kryqin e gozhdat t\u2019i dor\u00ebzojn\u00eb,
\nE me to duan t\u00eb mbysin miq e armiq.
\nSepse ti gjithmon\u00eb k\u00ebrkon di\u00e7ka
\nDhe harron se gjithmon\u00eb di\u00e7ka mungon.<\/p>\n
\nAjo q\u00ebndron mes g\u00ebrmadhave,
\ni mungon kori dhe k\u00ebnga \u201cAve Maria\u201d.<\/p>\n
\nve\u00e7 gjurm\u00ebt e korit duken
\nbashk\u00eb me buqeta lulesh t\u00eb vyshkura.
\nAty ka shum\u00eb qen e mbeturina,
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb piano e madhe pa vendq\u00ebndrim.<\/p>\n
\nAt\u00eb e zgjon malli p\u00ebr tingujt e kambanave
\ne vesh nj\u00eb fustan t\u2019 bukur dhe Ave Maria-n e p\u00ebshp\u00ebrit n\u00eb vetmi.<\/p>\n
\nflet me gur\u00ebt, me lulet q\u00eb nuk \u00e7elin leht\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr mbeturina.
\nDhe i fshin syt\u00eb e g\u00ebzuar pa e provuar z\u00ebrin n\u2019 kor.<\/p>\n
\nAve Maria-n e k\u00ebndon n\u2019vetmi.<\/p>\n
\nfshin fatur\u00ebn e koh\u00ebs q\u00eb e le mbrapa
\ndhe i bashkon duart mbi gjinjt\u00eb e saj t\u2019bukur.
\nN\u00eb heshtje e hap flet\u00ebn e re
\nKu shkruan nj\u00eb varg pakuptim.
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb e diel. Ajo zgjohet dhe and\u00ebrron tempullin e dashuris\u00eb,
\nTingujt e k\u00ebng\u00ebs Ave Maria \u00ebsht\u00eb gjall\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nashtu si zbukurohet lulja me tan\u00eb bukurit\u00eb e saj
\ndhe m\u2019 iu bashku korit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
\nnd\u00ebrsa gjunj\u00ebt e bukur i prekin gur\u00ebt fort.<\/p>\n
\nMe p\u00e2 lirin\u00eb pa veshje,
\nPa gardian\u00eb,
\nSikur ty kur t\u00eb shndriste dielli
\nMes malit e detit
\nKrejt pa coh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nMe t\u00eb p\u00e2 ty si lirin\u00eb e maleve,
\nLakuriq,
\nHapsinave t\u00eb pafundme.
\nMes atyne fushave t\u00eb gjelbra
\nE detit t\u00eb heshtun.
\nMe t\u00eb p\u00e2
\nSi zan\u00eb e shk\u00ebputun nga qielli.<\/p>\n
\nShum\u00eb mall:
\nM\u2019i dasht\u00eb e m\u2019i harrue
\nAnmiqt\u00eb e liris\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nDhe u ngjan reve q\u00eb grumbullohen mbi koka tona.
\nE sheh: ne jemi t\u00eb barabart\u00eb n\u00eb mesin e t\u00eb pabarabart\u00ebve.<\/p>\n
\nMbi to lexojm\u00eb drafte shterpe
\nDhe nga \u201cleht\u00ebsia e padurueshme e t\u00eb qenit\u201d
\nIkim n\u00eb ekzistenc\u00ebn e thjesht\u00eb t\u00eb episodeve t\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebritura.<\/p>\n
\nM\u00eb shum\u00eb se ne mbi d\u00ebshirat tona \u2013 m\u2019tha gruaja
\nDhe u zhduk n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb
\nBashk\u00eb me f\u00ebrf\u00ebllim\u00ebn e fustanit t\u00eb saj magjik.<\/p>\n
\nApo jan\u00eb shpikje imagjinare e poet\u00ebve?<\/p>\n
\nKjo dit\u00eb ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr qart\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n
\nQ\u00eb sodit mbi pranver\u00ebn ton\u00eb tash e sa mote.<\/p>\n
\nDhe gradualisht i afrohem diellit.<\/p>\n
\nAta flasin p\u00ebr pamjaftueshm\u00ebrin\u00eb e sendeve
\nDhe nj\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb zgjat sa nj\u00eb jet\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nPa dyshim
\nKjo dit\u00eb ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr frym\u00ebmarrje dhe shum\u00eb kthjellt\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n
\nE sheh: qielli \u00ebsht\u00eb i pik\u00ebllua dhe qan.<\/p>\n
\nAta duken si n\u00eb nj\u00eb kortezh
\nDhe po varrosin d\u00ebshirat e tyre.<\/p>\n
\nMe nj\u00eb piano t\u00eb mo\u00e7me. Ishe e veshur me t\u00eb bardha dhe i kurseve fjal\u00ebt.
\nAto i z\u00ebvend\u00ebsove mrekulluesh\u00ebm me loj\u00ebn e gishtave t\u00eb tu.
\nOh! Ata jan\u00eb magjik\u00eb dhe t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl.
\nI shprishnin kujtimet,
\nN\u00eb syt\u00eb e mi t\u00eb mbytur nga malli.<\/p>\n
\nKur besuam se po hynim n\u00eb pyllin e s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs,
\nDhe po mbyllnim portat e frik\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
\nThur\u00ebm histori pa heronj p\u00ebr ne dhe p\u00ebr ata
\nDhe ngadal\u00eb u rrokullis\u00ebm derisa ram\u00eb n\u00eb teatrin marr\u00ebzis\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nSot e kam shfletue librin e vjet\u00ebr.
\nI kam prek\u00eb dhimbjet e koh\u00ebve,
\nAta gur\u00eb t\u00eb fort\u00eb pik\u00ebllimi
\nQ\u00eb randojn\u00eb mbi Dardani;
\nTok\u00ebn ku shiu i zi bie pa pushim.
\nKam p\u00e2 nj\u00eb shall q\u00eb rri heshtun
\nPran\u00eb sendeve t\u00eb bukura
\nQ\u00eb ai pluhuni i zi i ka mbulue.<\/p>\n
\nMe kryet kah qielli
\nSikur m\u2019 thoshte:
\n\u201cMu kan\u00eb m\u2019em zhvarrue
\nE qent\u00eb kan\u00eb m\u2019i hang\u00ebr eshnat e mi.
\nPor jo iden\u00eb teme.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nE kam p\u00e2 aty hapin e matun t\u00eb liris\u00eb
\nSi dilte nga shkurra e pik\u00ebllimit.
\nDhe statuj\u00ebn e mir\u00ebsis\u00eb
\nMa t\u00eb nalt se vala e trishtimit.<\/p>\n
\nSi dhimbjet n\u00eb qaf\u00ebn e poeti t\u00eb m\u00ebrguem.
\nKam p\u00e2 edhe hijen e fjal\u00ebs
\nSi e mposhte trishtimin;
\nAt\u00eb shikimin mall\u00ebngjyes
\nQ\u00eb ta k\u00ebput\u00eb shpirtin.<\/p>\n
\nKa shpresa
\nSa krejt rruzullimi i syve t\u2019mi.<\/p>\n
\nPas hijeve,
\nFantazmave t\u00eb nat\u00ebs apo luleve t\u00eb pik\u00ebllimit.
\nNj\u00eb grumbull gjethesh t\u00eb vyshkuna
\nKu kamb\u00ebt l\u00ebvizin t\u00eb hutueme,
\nE ku nj\u00eb tis fsheht\u00ebsie
\nBie nga maja e lisit
\nN\u00ebp\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin dielli ban rrug\u00ebn e ti
\nP\u00ebr miliona vjet.<\/p>\n
\nPas hijeve t\u00eb nat\u00ebs,
\nAs pas thirrjeve,
\nE fjal\u00ebve t\u00eb ambla q\u00eb d\u00ebgjohen
\nSenateve a tribunave t\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimit.<\/p>\n
\nKu fillon perandoria e dhimbjes
\nE ku ajo e lumtunis\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nE dikush urren.<\/p>\n
\nPas hijeve a fantazmave:
\nNj\u00eb Hamlet q\u00eb dashunon a q\u00eb Vret.<\/p>\n
\nS\u2019di si do t\u00eb jet\u00eb ndjer\u00eb ajo at\u00eb dit\u00eb kur frynte er\u00eb dhe binte bor\u00eb.
\nAjo sigurisht fliste p\u00ebr Itak\u00ebn apo p\u00ebr munges\u00ebn e p\u00ebrhershme.
\nNj\u00eb dhimbje q\u00eb p\u00ebrbirohet dhe si shigjeta s\u00ebmbon.
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ajo mund t\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr munges\u00ebn e Itak\u00ebs,
\nP\u00ebr munges\u00ebn e ngjashme si at\u00ebher\u00eb kur Odiseu i afrohej limanit
\nDhe s\u2019dinte kush ishte n\u00eb pallatin e ti;
\nKush e shoq\u00ebronte Penelop\u00ebn e \u00e7\u2019ndodhte me qenin e tij.<\/p>\n
\nE nj\u00eb grua ec ngadal\u00eb, ka frik\u00eb se do t\u00eb rr\u00ebzohet.
\nQart\u00ebsia mungon gjithkund.
\nN\u00eb koh\u00ebn kur syt\u00eb ngash\u00ebnjehen nga portat e mbyllura.
\nNga Itaka-
\nDhe nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb pret e rrethuar me imagjinat\u00eb e vetmi.<\/p>\n
\nAh! \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb caku?
\nNj\u00eb shpikje e askujt apo e fuqive t\u00eb mbinatyrshme-
\nCakun q\u00eb kurr\u00eb s\u2019e arrijm\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nAskund s\u2019ishte gjarpri, as Eva e bukur.
\nE mira dhe e keqja ishin p\u00ebrzi si leshi n\u00eb pubisin e saj.<\/p>\n
\nMatan\u00eb kujtes\u00ebs ajo ka frik\u00eb nga nata.
\nMuzik\u00eb s\u2019ka askund. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb mori zogjsh q\u00eb cic\u00ebrojn\u00eb.
\nRefrenet josh\u00ebse p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilat p\u00ebrp\u00eblitemi si n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00ebndrra dim\u00ebrore.<\/p>\n
\nSi fustani i Penelop\u00ebs kur u hodh n\u00eb p\u00ebrqafim t\u00eb Odiseut.
\nKjo \u00ebsht\u00eb muzik\u00eb p\u00ebr ata q\u00eb duan qart\u00ebsin\u00eb,
\nDhe shmangen nga mjegulla, rregulli.<\/p>\n
\nDhe them: s\u2019jam i huaji n\u00eb vendin tim.
\nPastaj e hapa p\u00ebrs\u00ebri librin dhe gjeta at\u00eb q\u00eb Edith v\u00ebrtet shkroi:
\n\u201cUn\u00eb digjem p\u00ebr nj\u00eb vend q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nSokak\u00ebt e t\u00eb cil\u00ebs jan\u00eb mbush\u00eb me t\u00eb marr\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nSi rrinte n\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebnd t\u00eb vetmis\u00eb
\nDhe d\u00ebgjonte akuza pafund.
\nN\u00eb podiumin e mbushur me turma
\nQ\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk din\u00eb \u00e7far\u00eb k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nPara se t\u2019i shqiptohej d\u00ebnimi.
\nN\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb me diell dhe pamje t\u00eb bukur n\u00eb horizont.<\/p>\n
\nSa her\u00eb nisin seanca p\u00ebr t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn
\nAskush nuk brengoset p\u00ebr lirin\u00eb e zogjve n\u00eb qiell
\nDhe peshqve n\u00eb det.
\nSepse atdheu i tyre nuk ka liri njer\u00ebzore.<\/p>\n
\nT\u00eb studiohet qart\u00ebsisht pse yjet shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb
\nN\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb or\u00eb ndjenjash t\u00eb thyera p\u00ebr di\u00e7ka t\u00eb humbur
\nNj\u00eb m\u00ebsim q\u00eb kurr\u00eb s\u2019e mor\u00ebm.<\/p>\n
\nDhe kurr\u00eb s\u2019e prishin martes\u00ebn e tyre.<\/p>\n
\nE zogjt\u00eb k\u00ebndojn\u00eb n\u00eb ajrin e zem\u00ebrimit
\nNj\u00eb shi i zymt\u00eb bie rrufesh\u00ebm mbi mua.
\nNd\u00ebrsa dikush n\u00ebp\u00ebrmes tij fluturon n\u00eb epok\u00ebn e drit\u00ebs
\nKu pamjaftueshm\u00ebria nuk vihet n\u00eb dyshim
\nAs pushteti i yjeve.<\/p>\n
\nPem\u00ebt e thata q\u00eb justifikojn\u00eb munges\u00ebn e ujit, munges\u00ebn dashuris\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nP\u00ebr kanosjen q\u00eb ia shkaktojm\u00eb fatit me nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim vullkanik,
\nDhe frushkuj n\u00eb nd\u00ebrgjegjen e lir\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nSi u b\u00eb q\u00eb u fshi nga syt\u00eb e mi!<\/p>\n
\nN\u00eb saksofonin e vajz\u00ebs
\nAjo drith\u00ebron publikun
\nkur ekzekuton
\nmuzik\u00ebn e dashur
\np\u00ebr veshin t\u00ebnd.<\/p>\n
\nSi tingulli i saksofonit q\u00eb e p\u00ebrcjell trumbeta,
\nKur bu\u00e7et dhe paralajm\u00ebron di\u00e7ka:
\nNj\u00eb lajm, kumt dashuri a ul\u00ebrim\u00eb lufte.<\/p>\n
\nPasi tingulli shuhet sapo d\u00ebgjon hapat e r\u00ebnd\u00eb
\nN\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb ku asgj\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e p\u00ebrkryer.<\/p>\n
\nPastaj \u00ebndrra rritej e hapat e mi zvog\u00ebloheshin.<\/p>\n
\nSi muzika q\u00eb dep\u00ebrton n\u00eb krejt qenien
\nPav\u00ebrjetsh\u00ebm dhe t\u00eb shpie drejt mistereve.<\/p>\n
\nT\u00eb cilin asnj\u00ebher\u00eb s\u2019arrijm\u00eb ta emancipojm\u00eb<\/p>\n
\n\u00c7do gj\u00eb shk\u00eblqente para k\u00ebmb\u00ebve tona
\nKur ti m\u00eb afrove dor\u00ebn e paqes.<\/p>\n
\nAtyre ndjenjave q\u00eb hesht\u00ebn si notat n\u00eb pentagram.<\/p>\n
\nKur ta kthen shpin\u00ebn barka jote
\nDhe e sheh si \u00ebsht\u00eb nisur drejt shk\u00ebmbinjve.<\/p>\n
\nDhe t\u00eb dirigjoj melodin\u00eb e zogjve.<\/p>\n
\nDhe pushon n\u00eb or\u00ebn e soditjeve
\nSi un\u00eb n\u00eb parzm\u00ebn t\u00ebnde hirplote.<\/p>\n
\nLiria \u00ebsht\u00eb mashtrim i madh.<\/p>\n
\nQart\u00ebsia
\nDashuria
\nShk\u00eblqimi
\nDrejt\u00ebsia
\nMir\u00ebsia.<\/p>\n
\nI zgjeron hartat e urrejtjes
\nSa her\u00eb flitet p\u00ebr dashuri.<\/p>\n
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb furtun\u00eb. Rruga nga Irlanda \u00ebsht\u00eb e pakalueshme.
\nDeti nuk kalohet me hapa t\u2019 vegj\u00ebl net\u00ebve me shi,
\nKur vetmia t\u2019 p\u00ebrpin\u00eb si toka e plasaritur nga t\u00ebrmeti.
\nKur dhimbja s\u2019ka koh\u00eb e as deshifrime shkencore.
\nGodo nuk vjen. \u00cbsht\u00eb von\u00eb e pritja e ka moleps\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb gjum\u00eb t\u2019 rehatsh\u00ebm i p\u00ebrkund \u00ebndrrat e mia dhe \u00ebndrrat tua.
\nAi nuk vjen as n\u00ebn Pem\u00ebn e Jet\u00ebs as n\u00eb teatrin e \u00e7udirave.
\nE b\u00ebn gjumin e pritjes q\u00eb s\u2019e kupton koha jote e koha jon\u00eb.
\nMegjithat\u00eb ti e pret;
\nE pret si nusja dh\u00ebndrin n\u00eb shtratin e braktisur.
\nDhe \u00ebnd\u00ebrron krah\u00ebhapur thesin e mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb me \u00ebndrra
\nKu ti i fut duart but\u00ebsisht, prehesh si n\u00ebp\u00ebr flok\u00ebt e dashura.
\nDhe k\u00ebrkon \u00ebndrr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, q\u00eb ngat\u00ebrrohet n\u00ebp\u00ebr gisht\u00ebrinjt\u00eb e gjat\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nPastaj ti fshin ballin dhe kupton:
\nGodo nuk vjen e as shikimi i tij enigmatik.
\nPrap\u00ebseprap\u00eb s\u2019 bindesh se \u00ebndrra jote mbeti n\u2019 thes,
\nNyje e p\u00ebrjetshme si ardhja e Godos\u00eb.
\nAt\u00ebher\u00eb si vet\u00ebtima kalon p\u00ebrtej lumit t\u2019 fjal\u00ebve.
\nSi hapat e tu n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00ebndrra plot \u00e7udira, ku jan\u00eb rojet e koh\u00ebs.
\nQ\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb zhurm\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs n\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn e pritjes.
\nMegjithat\u00eb ti kultivon shpres\u00ebn se Godo do t\u00eb vjen.
\nJo. Godo nuk vjen.
\nTi qan furish\u00ebm sa lot\u00ebt t\u00eb \u00e7elin nj\u00eb p\u00ebrrua
\nMes moll\u00ebzave tua dhe rrjedh\u00ebs s\u00eb tyre pa cak,
\nKu tiktaket e zemr\u00ebs ndjehen sikur hapat e t\u00eb panjohurit
\nN\u00eb nat\u00ebn e zez\u00eb si futa kur troket hidh\u00ebrimi
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn edhe Godo do t\u00eb merrte n\u00eb thua dhe p\u00ebrplasej keq.<\/p>\n