{"id":5536,"date":"2025-07-17T19:47:11","date_gmt":"2025-07-17T19:47:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=5536"},"modified":"2025-07-17T19:47:11","modified_gmt":"2025-07-17T19:47:11","slug":"poezi-nga-mihai-firica-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/poezi-nga-mihai-firica-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Poezi nga Mihai Firic\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

Geografia interioar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pleac\u0103, durere ame\u021bitoare,
\nmemoria mea nu va arde de dorul t\u0103u,
\nl\u0103custa timpului nu va c\u0103uta umbra ta!
\nGeografia interioar\u0103 arat\u0103 cam a\u0219a:
\ntriste\u021bea este la marginea melancoliei,
\nmai departe de am\u00e2ndou\u0103 \u00eencep spaima \u0219i ura,
\nmerg \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n\u0103 uneori,
\niar \u00een dep\u0103rtare abia se z\u0103resc bucuria
\n\u0219i strania singur\u0103tate a iubirii.
\nAlte sentimente sunt pe undeva,
\nmi\u0219c\u0103toare umbre,
\npe care le-am ascuns c\u00e2ndva
\ndar pe care le descop\u0103r din \u00eent\u00e2mplare.
\n
\nGjeografia e brendshme<\/strong><\/p>\n

Largohu, dhimbje marramend\u00ebse,
\nkujtesa ime nuk do t\u00eb digjet nga malli p\u00ebr ty,
\nkarkaleci i koh\u00ebs nuk do t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj\u00eb hijen t\u00ebnde!
\nGjeografia e brendshme duket di\u00e7ka e till\u00eb:
\ntrishtimi \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb prag t\u00eb melankolis\u00eb,
\nm\u00eb larg nga t\u00eb dyja fillojn\u00eb frika dhe urrejtja,<\/p>\n

ata ecin duke u kapur p\u00ebr dore ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb,
\ndhe n\u00eb distanc\u00eb g\u00ebzimi
\ndhe vetmia e \u00e7uditshme e dashuris\u00eb mezi shihen.
\nNdjenja t\u00eb tjera jan\u00eb diku,
\nhije l\u00ebviz\u00ebse,
\nt\u00eb cilat dikur i fshihja
\npor q\u00eb i zbuloj rast\u00ebsisht.<\/p>\n

I-au spus mor\u021bii s\u0103 stea la marginea ora\u0219ului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aerul alb, v\u00e2scos,
\nm\u0103 \u00eempiedic\u0103 s\u0103 ajung la tine.
\nO mare pe care nu o pot str\u0103bate,
\npe\u0219ti incolori \u0219i alge albe m\u0103 cuprind,
\n\u00eemi las bra\u021bele s\u0103 fac\u0103 mi\u0219c\u0103ri \u00een voie,
\nprins \u00een ne\u00een\u021belesul ad\u00e2nc al zorilor.
\nI-au spus mor\u021bii s\u0103 stea la marginea ora\u0219ului,
\nc\u00e2nd s-au auzit strig\u0103tele
\n\u00een Lugansk aerul alb s-a pietrificat.
\nSemne dulci r\u0103sp\u00e2ndite de Buratino,
\nla sf\u00e2r\u0219itul jocului \u00een care ne-am ars pl\u0103m\u00e2nii,
\ncaptivi \u00eentr-o mare alb\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 margini.<\/p>\n

I than\u00eb vdekjes t\u00eb q\u00ebndroj\u00eb n\u00eb periferi t\u00eb qytetit<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ajri i bardh\u00eb dhe viskoz,
\nm\u00eb pengon t\u00eb arrij tek ju.
\nNj\u00eb det q\u00eb nuk mund ta kaloj,
\npeshq pa ngjyr\u00eb dhe alga t\u00eb bardha m\u00eb rrethojn\u00eb,
\nI lash\u00eb krah\u00ebt t\u00eb l\u00ebviznin lirsh\u00ebm,
\ni kapur n\u00eb thell\u00ebsin\u00eb e pakuptueshme t\u00eb agimit.
\nU than\u00eb t\u00eb vdekurve t\u00eb q\u00ebndronin n\u00eb periferi t\u00eb qytetit,
\nkur u d\u00ebgjuan britmat
\nn\u00eb Lugansk ajri i bardh\u00eb u shnd\u00ebrrua n\u00eb gur.
\nShenja t\u00eb \u00ebmbla t\u00eb p\u00ebrhapura nga Buratino,
\nn\u00eb fund t\u00eb loj\u00ebs n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn dogj\u00ebm mushk\u00ebrit\u00eb tona,
\nrob\u00ebr n\u00eb nj\u00eb det t\u00eb bardh\u00eb pa kufij.<\/p>\n

Dincolo de \u021b\u0103rm<\/strong>
\n(Tat\u0103lui meu, Gabriel)<\/strong><\/p>\n

B\u0103tr\u00e2nul m-a luat de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i am p\u0103\u0219it
\npe mare.
\nA\u0219a cum tat\u0103l meu m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 plutesc,
\nmedit\u00e2nd deasupra valurilor \u0219i a fricii,
\ncei care au str\u0103b\u0103tut de\u0219ertul \u0219i gr\u0103dinile vie\u021bii<\/p>\n

mi-au adus un cuf\u0103r cu aripi decolorate.
\nAnii stau ag\u0103\u021ba\u021bi de cer,
\nacolo unde e\u0219ti tu de prea mult timp,
\nc\u0103l\u0103torind \u00een locul \u00een care am \u00een\u0103l\u021bat
\nzmeiele copil\u0103riei.
\nPoate c\u0103 bastonul meu va \u00eenmuguri
\nc\u00e2nd marea \u00eemi va aduce la \u021b\u0103rm numele
\n\u0219i un copil se va juca \u00een nisip
\nsub privirea tat\u0103lui s\u0103u.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrtej bregut<\/strong>
\n(Babait tim, Gabriel)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plaku m\u00eb mori dor\u00ebn dhe un\u00eb shkela
\nn\u00eb det.
\nAshtu si\u00e7 m\u00eb m\u00ebsoi babai im t\u00eb lundroja,
\nduke medituar mbi val\u00ebt dhe frik\u00ebn,
\nata q\u00eb kan\u00eb p\u00ebrshkuar shkret\u00ebtir\u00ebn dhe kopshtet e jet\u00ebs
\nm\u00eb soll\u00ebn nj\u00eb ark\u00eb me krah\u00eb t\u00eb zbehur.
\nVitet varen nga qielli,
\nku ke qen\u00eb p\u00ebr shum\u00eb koh\u00eb,
\nduke udh\u00ebtuar drejt vendit ku kam rritur
\nqiftet e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb.
\nNdoshta shkopi im do t\u00eb mbij\u00eb
\nkur deti t\u00eb sjell\u00eb emrin tim n\u00eb breg
\ndhe nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb do t\u00eb luaj\u00eb n\u00eb r\u00ebr\u00eb
\nn\u00ebn shikimin e babait t\u00eb tij.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ora\u0219ul alb cu haine gri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce am avut de spus am spus,
\nnu mi-am \u00eendesat pietre \u00een gur\u0103.
\nAm animat paginile ziarelor cu poze
\nzugr\u0103vite cu s\u00e2ngele lor stors din inimi haine.
\nC\u00e2teodat\u0103 trenul m-a lovit \u00een plin risipind
\nbuc\u0103\u021bi din mine,
\ncarnea zdren\u021buit\u0103 a \u00eenfrumuse\u021bat ora\u0219ul
\nca un trofeu pentru foamea lor.
\n\u00cen ora\u0219ul alb cu haine gri
\nrefrenul dup\u0103-amiezelor este acompaniat
\nde fla\u0219netar,
\nfemeile din secolul trecut,
\n\u00eeng\u00e2ndurate,
\n\u00eemi fac semne:
\nd\u00e2re de cret\u0103 indescifrabile la tot pasul
\npe care doar eu \u0219tiu s\u0103 le citesc.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb qytetin e bardh\u00eb me rroba gri<\/strong><\/p>\n

At\u00eb q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb e thash\u00eb,
\nNuk futa gur\u00eb n\u00eb goj\u00eb.
\nI gjall\u00ebrova faqet e gazetave me fotografi
\nt\u00eb pikturuara me gjakun e tyre t\u00eb shtrydhur nga zemrat dhe rrobat e tyre.
\nNdonj\u00ebher\u00eb treni m\u00eb godiste n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb, duke shp\u00ebrndar\u00eb
\ncopa t\u00eb miat,
\nmishi i grisur e zbukuronte qytetin
\nsi nj\u00eb trofe p\u00ebr urin\u00eb e tyre.
\nN\u00eb qytetin e bardh\u00eb me rroba gri
\nkori i pasditeve shoq\u00ebrohet
\nnga flauti,
\ngrat\u00eb e shekullit t\u00eb kaluar,
\nt\u00eb menduara,
\nm\u00eb sinjalizojn\u00eb:
\ngjurm\u00eb shkum\u00ebsi t\u00eb padeshifrueshme n\u00eb \u00e7do hap
\nq\u00eb vet\u00ebm un\u00eb di t&#39;i lexoj.<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul orb<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 afund \u00een negura memoriei,
\no voce stins\u0103 \u00eemi repet\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 oprire:
\nalb\u0103 c\u0103rare, dulce ninsoare.
\nOmul f\u0103r\u0103 chip taie noaptea,
\ncoas\u0103 de fl\u0103c\u0103ri aruncat\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2ntul orb
\ndespic\u0103 aerul,
\ncerul se deschide ca limbile de v\u0103paie
\nale \u0219erpilor.
\n\u00cemi de\u0219urubez moartea din piept
\n\u0219i o arunc \u00een cer,
\ndurerea se instaleaz\u0103 cu o lentoare cald\u0103
\n\u0219i-i mul\u021bumesc pentru asta.
\nD\u0103m la o parte p\u0103m\u00e2ntul,
\nstrat dup\u0103 strat, triste\u021be, bucurie, dor,
\nnume printre r\u00e2nduri de pietre \u0219i cuvinte.
\nInima nu v\u00e2neaz\u0103 \u00een hait\u0103,
\nlup singuratic,
\nr\u0103scole\u0219te p\u0103m\u00e2ntul cu suflarea sa
\nincandescent\u0103.<\/p>\n

Era e verb\u00ebr<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zhytem n\u00eb mjegull\u00ebn e kujtes\u00ebs,
\nnj\u00eb z\u00eb i dob\u00ebt m\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebrit pa u ndalur:<\/p>\n

shteg i bardh\u00eb, bor\u00eb e \u00ebmb\u00ebl.
\nBurri pa fytyr\u00eb pret nat\u00ebn,
\nnj\u00eb kos\u00eb flak\u00ebsh e hedhur n\u00eb er\u00ebn e verb\u00ebr
\n\u00e7an ajrin,
\nqielli hapet si flak\u00ebt
\ne gjarp\u00ebrinjve.
\nE heq vdekjen nga gjoksi im
\ndhe e hedh n\u00eb qiell,
\ndhimbja qet\u00ebsohet me nj\u00eb ngadal\u00ebsi t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb
\ndhe e fal\u00ebnderoj p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb.
\nE shtyjm\u00eb tok\u00ebn m\u00ebnjan\u00eb,
\nshtres\u00eb pas shtrese, trishtim, g\u00ebzim, mall,
\nemra midis rreshtave t\u00eb gur\u00ebve dhe fjal\u00ebve.
\nZemra nuk gjuan n\u00eb tuf\u00eb,
\nnj\u00eb ujk i vetmuar,
\ne trazon tok\u00ebn me
\nfrym\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb flakt\u00eb.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Geografia interioar\u0103 Pleac\u0103, durere ame\u021bitoare, memoria mea nu va arde de dorul t\u0103u, l\u0103custa timpului nu va c\u0103uta umbra ta! Geografia interioar\u0103 arat\u0103 cam a\u0219a: triste\u021bea este la marginea melancoliei, mai departe de am\u00e2ndou\u0103 \u00eencep spaima \u0219i ura, merg \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n\u0103 uneori, iar \u00een dep\u0103rtare abia se z\u0103resc bucuria \u0219i strania singur\u0103tate a iubirii. […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":5537,"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":[166],"tags":[294],"book_author":[295],"book_publisher":[186],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5536"}],"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=5536"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5536\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5538,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5536\/revisions\/5538"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5537"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5536"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=5536"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=5536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}