Nga Francesco Perri<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Maurizio Martena nuk d\u00ebshiron t\u00eb quhet poet, ndon\u00ebse i shkroi k\u00ebto vargje, ose m\u00eb mir\u00eb k\u00ebto mendime me synimin p\u00ebr t\u2019i kujtuar fillimisht vetes dhe m\u00eb pas miqve t\u00eb tij momentet m\u00eb delikate t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, emocionet e thella t\u00eb ndjera p\u00ebrball\u00eb dashuris\u00eb dhe vdekjes, t\u00eb cilat, t\u00eb mos harrojm\u00eb, p\u00ebr shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz dhe p\u00ebr poet\u00ebt ishin e nj\u00ebjta gj\u00eb.<\/p>\n Vargjet dalin nga shpirti dhe fjal\u00ebt e t\u2019ia jan\u00eb nj\u00eb distilim fibrilacionesh t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetuara n\u00eb rijetimin e ndjenjave q\u00eb e shoq\u00ebruan gjat\u00eb k\u00ebtij udh\u00ebtimi dit\u00ebsh q\u00eb vazhdojn\u00eb t\u00eb rrokullisen duke kthjelluar t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n \u201cVargjet e jet\u00ebs\u201d \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr q\u00eb e rikthen poezin\u00eb n\u00eb thelbin e vler\u00ebs s\u00eb saj njer\u00ebzore. \u00c7far\u00eb tjet\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb poezia, n\u00eb fakt, n\u00ebse vet\u00ebm \u201cz\u00ebri i njeriut\u201d dhe historia e tij e p\u00ebrjetshme jan\u00eb ekzistenciale? Fjal\u00ebt, kur jan\u00eb kaq t\u00eb v\u00ebrteta dhe t\u00eb g\u00ebrmuara n\u00eb mish, p\u00ebrmbajn\u00eb distilimin e veprimeve dhe d\u00ebrgojn\u00eb nj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb dashurie q\u00eb b\u00ebhen brum\u00eb jete p\u00ebr k\u00ebdo q\u00eb, duke lexuar, \u00ebsht\u00eb i gatsh\u00ebm t\u2019i ndaj\u00eb ato. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb q\u00eb i lejon Maurizio Marten\u00ebs t\u00eb mos q\u00ebndroj\u00eb indiferent ndaj asnj\u00eb ngjarjeje q\u00eb e p\u00ebrfshin si baba, si bir, si v\u00eblla, si mik, si i dashuruar.<\/p>\n Tek ai ekziston vet\u00ebdija se nuk duhet t\u00eb q\u00ebndrojm\u00eb kurr\u00eb indiferent\u00eb ndaj asaj q\u00eb ndodh p\u00ebrreth, p\u00ebr t\u00eb parandaluar that\u00ebsin\u00eb e burimit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs. Por e ka edhe vet\u00ebdijen se poezia ekziston kudo, e fshehur pas nj\u00eb gjetheje, pas nj\u00eb fryme ere, pas nj\u00eb dallge deti, n\u00eb fluturimin e nj\u00eb harabeli, n\u00eb lulet, n\u00eb lehjen e nj\u00eb qeni. Sepse \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dridh\u00ebrim\u00eb e paduksh\u00ebm, e cila megjithat\u00eb, n\u00ebse d\u00ebshirohet, shfaqet n\u00eb bukurin\u00eb me \u00e7ilt\u00ebrsin\u00eb, me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn e saj.<\/p>\n Dhe Martena diti ta k\u00ebrkonte k\u00ebt\u00eb shk\u00ebndij\u00eb, pa e ndjekur, ato pak her\u00eb q\u00eb ndjeu nevoj\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb mos ishte kurr\u00eb nj\u00eb “m\u00ebnyr\u00eb” p\u00ebr t\u00eb sintetizuar rrahjet e zemr\u00ebs, por vet\u00eb domosdoshm\u00ebria q\u00eb e shtyu t\u00eb shkruante. Prandaj k\u00ebto vargje jan\u00eb fryt i nj\u00eb p\u00ebrfshirjeje njer\u00ebzore n\u00eb radh\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb dhe m\u00eb pas nj\u00eb kujtim i fazave thelb\u00ebsore t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbajtur gjall\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebn, baban\u00eb dhe v\u00ebllan\u00eb, por edhe thelbin e p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsimit dhe q\u00eb mund t’i tregoj\u00eb lexuesit se \u00e7do histori ka nj\u00eb vler\u00eb shembullore dhe nj\u00eb vlefshm\u00ebri t\u00eb pasur dhe t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse.<\/p>\n Kushdo q\u00eb e lexon me qet\u00ebsi k\u00ebt\u00eb tuf\u00eb “notash”, do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb ndjej\u00eb se Maurizio ka b\u00ebr\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb zbritur pranin\u00eb e tij dhe \u00ebsht\u00eb fokusuar n\u00eb madh\u00ebsin\u00eb e mesazhit, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb z\u00ebri i tij t\u00eb mos mbetet vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb klithm\u00eb dashurie apo dhimbjeje, por b\u00ebhesh edhe bashk\u00ebsi, zhytje n\u00eb universalen dhe t\u00eb pafundmen.<\/p>\n Pafund\u00ebsia n\u00eb bujarin\u00eb e gj\u00ebrave t\u00eb vogla e t\u00eb m\u00ebdha.<\/p>\n E di, dikush do t’ia gjej\u00eb t\u00eb metat, nj\u00eb far\u00eb naiviteti shpreh\u00ebs, me disa l\u00ebvizje lirike t\u00eb tepruara, me konsumimin e disa klisheve, por t\u00eb mos harrojm\u00eb q\u00eb Martena ia del q\u00eb k\u00ebtu t\u00eb ringjallet dhe t’i jap\u00eb dinjitet “patetik\u00ebs”, pra nj\u00eb motiv q\u00eb poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb kryq\u00ebzuar disa her\u00eb p\u00ebr pranin\u00eb e tepruar, madje edhe te poet\u00ebt e famsh\u00ebm. Prandaj, duhet lexuar pa u matur shum\u00eb, pa u shpifur e p\u00ebrvjedhur n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb keqe.<\/p>\n I sinqert\u00eb dhe i drejtp\u00ebrdrejt\u00eb, pa superstruktura intelektuale, Maurizio Martena p\u00ebrcjell thell\u00eb n\u00eb vargjet e tij ndjenj\u00ebn praktike t\u00eb sip\u00ebrmarr\u00ebsit q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb, por edhe pjekurin\u00eb e plot\u00eb si nj\u00eb njeri ende i ri, ndon\u00ebse i kalitur nga p\u00ebrvoja t\u00eb shumta njer\u00ebzore dhe profesionale. V\u00ebshtrimi i tij sodit gj\u00ebrat p\u00ebrtej vezullimit t\u00eb shfaqjes s\u00eb tyre papritur. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim q\u00eb kthehet n\u00eb udh\u00ebkryqin e koh\u00ebrave: e tashmja e \u00e7astit kalimtar.<\/p>\n Drita q\u00eb jeton brenda syve, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb shpirtit, p\u00ebrmban kup\u00ebn qiellore kuptimore dhe mori \u00ebndrrash q\u00eb shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb si yje n\u00eb materien e err\u00ebt t\u00eb s\u00eb panjohur\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb par\u00ebnd\u00ebsis\u00eb. E armatosur me “mjetet njer\u00ebzore” t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb, me t\u00eb cilat ne i p\u00ebrgjigjemi zhvler\u00ebsimit t\u00eb vdekjes q\u00eb na pret, pa p\u00ebrjashtim, n\u00eb q\u00ebllimin p\u00ebrfundimtar t\u00eb udh\u00ebtimit, Martena eksploron kompleksitetin hyjnor t\u00eb realitetit: zbulon k\u00ebshtu se nj\u00eb vizion del nga \u00e7do aspekt, nj\u00eb hipotez\u00eb e analiz\u00ebs s\u00eb thell\u00eb, nj\u00eb shteg ndri\u00e7ues q\u00eb na fton t\u00eb ndjekim thirrjen e tij. Edhe qytetet dhe fshatrat (Lecce, Latina, Bassiano… pa p\u00ebrmendur Rom\u00ebn) p\u00ebrmbajn\u00eb dhe shpesh fshehin n\u00eb pamje t\u00eb par\u00eb pasuri t\u00eb paimagjinueshme historish, d\u00ebshmish, gur\u00ebsh q\u00eb tregojn\u00eb historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb shekujve t\u00eb kaluar.<\/p>\n Poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb skaji i prov\u00ebs me t\u00eb cilin pjes\u00ebrisht mat dhe pjes\u00ebrisht e l\u00ebshon identitetin e saj, kaq racional dhe t\u00eb strukturuar mir\u00eb, p\u00ebrball\u00eb zbraz\u00ebtir\u00ebs s\u00eb pafund t\u00eb misterit, pafund\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb-koh\u00ebs.<\/p>\n Prandaj ai th\u00ebrret s\u00eb bashku “gur\u00ebt themelor\u00eb” t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, p\u00ebr shembull “parimet e shenjta” t\u00eb familjes: “atmosfer\u00ebn e paraardh\u00ebsve” q\u00eb tregon “shtigjet e shpirtit”, ose prejardhja morale q\u00eb p\u00ebrkthehet nga babai tek i biri. “stafeta e madhe e jet\u00ebs”. Kjo ndjenj\u00eb e zinxhirit t\u00eb brezave \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e fort\u00eb te Maurizio Martena, pothuajse si nj\u00eb trash\u00ebgimi dashurie q\u00eb duhet mbajtur gjall\u00eb p\u00ebrtej barrierave t\u00eb vdekjes.<\/p>\n Spektri i madh q\u00eb shfaqet n\u00eb filigranin e faqeve \u00ebsht\u00eb koha, e quajtur edhe “armiku m\u00eb i madh i njeriut”, pasi me iluzionin e tij t\u00eb mbrapsht\u00eb, ushqen dhe drejton n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb vet\u00eb Leopardi e p\u00ebrcakton si ” t\u00eb sh\u00ebmtuar \/ i aft\u00eb q\u00eb, i fshehur, mbret\u00ebron\u201d, si d\u00ebm t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt\u201d. Gjith\u00e7ka \u00ebsht\u00eb e destinuar t\u00eb zhduket: p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb imazhin emblematik, thjesht t\u00eb v\u00ebzhgojm\u00eb.<\/p>\n Por fuqia e poezis\u00eb lejon nj\u00eb hakmarrje ndaj “fitores kalimtare” t\u00eb koh\u00ebs: n\u00eb fund ajo do t\u00eb mposhtet “sepse do t\u00eb kem \/ at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb more”<\/em> – si\u00e7 apostrofon Maurizio – para perspektiv\u00ebs s\u00eb banketit t\u00eb bot\u00ebs tjet\u00ebr, n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb shijojm\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb nj\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb caktuar, t\u00eb qart\u00eb dhe absolute.<\/p>\n E megjithat\u00eb, p\u00ebr sa koh\u00eb q\u00eb jemi k\u00ebtu posht\u00eb, t\u00eb burgosur brenda p\u00ebrvoj\u00ebs materiale, koha \u00ebsht\u00eb despotike sovrane:<\/p>\n \u201c\u00c7do \u00e7ast q\u00eb kalon\/ ndryshon n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb padukshme \/sigurin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs t\u00eb gjithkujt.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00cbndrra e pamundur q\u00eb ndjek kjo poezi me nj\u00eb transport kaq t\u00eb sinqert\u00eb ndjenjash \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb mposht\u00eb vdekjen (p\u00ebr shembull, t’i jap\u00ebsh jet\u00eb trungut q\u00eb tani shtrihet i vdekur n\u00eb breg t\u00eb detit: “t\u00eb kem fuqin\u00eb hyjnore \/ t\u00eb mund ta \/ mbjell\u00ebsh p\u00ebrs\u00ebri \/”dhe duke e ujitur \/ me dashuri \/ duke e par\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7elet \/ duke i dhuruar nj\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb re\u201d), <\/em>dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, duke i b\u00ebr\u00eb gj\u00ebrat e mbyllura, t\u00eb p\u00ebrfunduara, t\u00eb pakthyeshme t\u00eb kthyeshme dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri t\u00eb hapura. Ka dy sigurit\u00eb: besimi n\u00eb Zoti (q\u00eb Martena e shkruan me t\u00eb gjitha shkronjat e m\u00ebdha), me dashurin\u00eb e saj am\u00ebnore dhe t\u00eb m\u00ebshirshme q\u00eb derdhet mbi bot\u00eb pavar\u00ebsisht nga p\u00ebr\u00e7mimi i luft\u00ebrave dhe tragjedive, dhe n\u00eb \u00e7do rast \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb i lart\u00eb se mosmir\u00ebnjohja e pamas\u00eb njer\u00ebzore; dhe pik\u00ebrisht dashuria, e cila \u201c\u00ebsht\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb e hapur ndaj lumit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs\u201d aq sa vepron si nj\u00eb \u201cnd\u00ebrmjet\u00ebs\u201d midis krijesave dhe Krijuesit t\u00eb tyre t\u00eb paduksh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n T\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto sugjerime kan\u00eb men\u00e7urin\u00eb e menj\u00ebhershme t\u00eb instinktit dhe sensit t\u00eb sh\u00ebndosh\u00eb; asgj\u00eb pretendueses apo e komplikuar, por pik\u00ebrisht kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb bukuria dhe mir\u00ebsia e koleksionit. K\u00ebshtu, duke mos e rr\u00ebmuar rrug\u00ebn e tij me pengesa t\u00eb kota e t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme, Martena arrin m\u00eb leht\u00eb (n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet rrug\u00ebs m\u00eb t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr dhe m\u00eb t\u00eb drejtp\u00ebrdrejt\u00eb) at\u00eb q\u00eb shpeshher\u00eb u mohohet poet\u00ebve t\u00eb “diplomuar”, me t\u00eb gjitha grackat e tyre retorike. Dhe k\u00ebshtu ndodh q\u00eb, n\u00eb fund t\u00eb broshur\u00ebs, lexuesit i mbetet nj\u00eb gjurm\u00eb e ndritur dashurie dhe bukurie, nj\u00eb vrull i vog\u00ebl ngroht\u00ebsie njer\u00ebzore q\u00eb do t\u00eb zbuloj\u00eb disa nga sekretet e jet\u00ebs. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb gj\u00eb e vog\u00ebl dhe aq m\u00eb pak edhe p\u00ebr ata q\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb nj\u00eb profesion t\u00eb p\u00ebrditsh\u00ebm t\u00eb vjersh\u00ebrimit.<\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" PARATH\u00cbNIE Nga Francesco Perri Maurizio Martena nuk d\u00ebshiron t\u00eb quhet poet, ndon\u00ebse i shkroi k\u00ebto vargje, ose m\u00eb mir\u00eb k\u00ebto mendime me synimin p\u00ebr t\u2019i kujtuar fillimisht vetes dhe m\u00eb pas miqve t\u00eb tij momentet m\u00eb delikate t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, emocionet e thella t\u00eb ndjera p\u00ebrball\u00eb dashuris\u00eb dhe vdekjes, t\u00eb cilat, t\u00eb mos harrojm\u00eb, […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":5273,"comment_status":"closed","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":[171],"tags":[145],"book_author":[251],"book_publisher":[186],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5276"}],"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\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5276"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5276\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5277,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5276\/revisions\/5277"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5273"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5276"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5276"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5276"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=5276"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=5276"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}