{"id":5573,"date":"2025-10-19T09:46:56","date_gmt":"2025-10-19T09:46:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=5573"},"modified":"2025-10-19T09:46:56","modified_gmt":"2025-10-19T09:46:56","slug":"sonia-vivona-zeri-i-sinqerte-i-ndjeshmerise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/sonia-vivona-zeri-i-sinqerte-i-ndjeshmerise\/","title":{"rendered":"SONIA VIVONA \u201cZ\u00ebri i sinqert\u00eb i ndjeshm\u00ebris\u00eb\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

SONIA VIVONA<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cZ\u00ebri i sinqert\u00eb i ndjeshm\u00ebris\u00eb\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kam p\u00ebrzgjedhur k\u00ebto poezi nga libri \u201cDi fragole e illusione\u201d , <\/em>\u201cMe luleshtrydhe dhe iluzione\u201d<\/em>\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0i Sonia Vivona, pas nj\u00eb leximi t\u00eb thell\u00eb dhe t\u00eb k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm\u2026 dhe pajtohem me definicionin e poetit dhe kritikut letrar Daniele Giancane:<\/p>\n

\u201cDihet q\u00eb, sot e k\u00ebsaj dite, pothuajse t\u00eb gjith\u00eb shkruajn\u00eb poezi, gj\u00eb q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e keqe n\u00eb vetvete (madje, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb aktivitet i k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm dhe terapeutik), vet\u00ebm se duhet b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb \u2018ndarje\u2019 midis poezis\u00eb \u2018s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb\u2019 dhe asaj \u2018p\u00ebr k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi\u2019.
\n\u00c7far\u00eb n\u00ebnkuptoj me poezin\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb? Ajo q\u00eb ka thell\u00ebsi letrare, pas s\u00eb cil\u00ebs duket nj\u00eb kompleks leximesh, q\u00eb propozon nj\u00eb gjuh\u00eb origjinale.\u201d<\/p>\n

Poet\u00ebt jan\u00eb si \u201cbleta e padukshme\u201d\u2026 si\u00e7 thot\u00eb Rainer Maria Rilke n\u00eb nj\u00eb reflektim t\u00eb tij mbi kreativitetin e poet\u00ebve. Nj\u00eb poet tjet\u00ebr i madh italian dhe nd\u00ebrkomb\u00ebtar, Dante Maffia, e p\u00ebrkufizon poezin\u00eb si nj\u00eb maja e shpirtit, q\u00eb, duke u p\u00ebrzier me p\u00ebrb\u00ebr\u00ebsit kryesor\u00eb \u2014 pasion dhe lexim \u2014 krijon nj\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb imagjinueshme dhe \u00ebnd\u00ebrruese.<\/p>\n

Kam p\u00ebrzgjedhur k\u00ebto poezi t\u00eb Sonia Vivona nga libri i sip\u00ebrp\u00ebrmendur\u2026 poezi me eleganc\u00eb dhe rrjedhshm\u00ebri, t\u00eb pasura me kuptime t\u00eb thella dhe t\u00eb afta t\u00eb prekin shpirtin.<\/p>\n

Jam e sinqert\u00eb: si poete, m\u00eb p\u00eblqen poezia hermetike\u2026 por gradualisht po e drejtoj veten drejt asaj q\u00eb p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebson bukurin\u00eb dhe prekje t\u00eb \u00e7astit dhe t\u00eb shpirtit.<\/p>\n

Kam p\u00ebrzgjedhur pik\u00ebrisht k\u00ebto poezi sepse perceptoja at\u00eb aj\u00ebr t\u00eb pezulluar mes hermetik\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb dukshmes, nj\u00eb ekuilib\u00ebr midis asaj q\u00eb kuptohet dhe asaj q\u00eb shprehet, edhe pse libri n\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebsi lexohet nj\u00ebher\u00ebsh.<\/p>\n

Poezit\u00eb e Sonia Vivona t\u00eb p\u00ebrfshira n\u00eb Di fragole e illusione<\/em> p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebsojn\u00eb nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim mes emocioneve, kujtes\u00ebs dhe vizionit t\u00eb brendsh\u00ebm. \u00c7do poezi \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb univers i vog\u00ebl i pezulluar midis \u00ebndrr\u00ebs dhe realitetit, midis kujtimit dhe aspirat\u00ebs, ku gjuha b\u00ebhet mjet reflektimi dhe ndjenje.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb Tempo \u00e8 sospeso<\/em>, Vivona kap \u00e7astin kur zemra duket se jeton jasht\u00eb koh\u00ebs, e pezulluar n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend mungese. Shkurt\u00ebsia e vargjeve dhe sakt\u00ebsia e imazhit evokojn\u00eb eleganc\u00ebn e nj\u00eb poezie q\u00eb nuk kufizohet vet\u00ebm n\u00eb emocionin e menj\u00ebhersh\u00ebm, por ofron nj\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb kontemplative, si\u00e7 sugjeron Daniele Giancane duke folur p\u00ebr \u201cpoezin\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb\u201d: at\u00eb me thell\u00ebsi, kompleksitet dhe gjuh\u00eb origjinale.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb Sogno<\/em>, autore hap dritare mbi kujtes\u00ebn dhe imagjinat\u00ebn, duke treguar se si liria e mendimit mund t\u00eb bashk\u00ebjetoj\u00eb me kufizimet e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme. \u00cbndrrat b\u00ebhen nj\u00eb akt rezistence, nj\u00eb eksplorim i destinacioneve t\u00eb kujtes\u00ebs s\u00eb panjohur, q\u00eb lidhen me bot\u00ebn e brendshme dhe aft\u00ebsin\u00eb e poetit p\u00ebr t\u00eb perceptuar t\u00eb padukshmen, sipas imazhit t\u00eb Rilke.<\/p>\n

L\u2019urlo<\/em> \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb furtun\u00eb emocionale. K\u00ebtu Vivona nuk mban asgj\u00eb: zem\u00ebrimi, d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimi, kujtimi i dhimbsh\u00ebm i s\u00eb kaluar\u00ebs shprehen n\u00eb nj\u00eb crescendo liriko t\u00eb fuqish\u00ebm. Britma \u00ebsht\u00eb rigjenerim dhe pastrim, nj\u00eb \u201cmaja e shpirtit\u201d sipas Dante Maffia, q\u00eb p\u00ebrzien pasion dhe lexim p\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar bot\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrruese dhe trondit\u00ebse realiste.<\/p>\n

Venere degli stracci<\/em>, e frym\u00ebzuar nga Michelangelo Pistoletto, dhe Questa notte<\/em> tregojn\u00eb aft\u00ebsin\u00eb e autores p\u00ebr t\u00eb bashkuar reflektimin shoq\u00ebror dhe intimitetin ekzistencial. N\u00eb vargje shfaqet nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb brisht\u00ebsie dhe shprese, nj\u00eb tension midis boshll\u00ebkut t\u00eb koh\u00ebs s\u00eb tashme dhe k\u00ebrkimit t\u00eb kuptimit dhe bukuris\u00eb.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb fund, Respiro<\/em> mbyll udh\u00ebtimin me nj\u00eb not\u00eb rezilience dhe besimi n\u00eb t\u00eb ardhmen. Poezia feston jet\u00ebn, shpres\u00ebn dhe d\u00ebshir\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb rriten shpres\u00ebn dhe iluzione, duke b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb preksh\u00ebm kontrastin midis melankolis\u00eb dhe d\u00ebshir\u00ebs p\u00ebr rilindje.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb k\u00ebto poezi, Vivona tregon nj\u00eb ndjeshm\u00ebri t\u00eb jasht\u00ebzakonshme: eleganca e vargjeve, muzikshm\u00ebria e gjuh\u00ebs dhe thell\u00ebsia e temave ofrojn\u00eb lexuesit nj\u00eb p\u00ebrvoj\u00eb intensive, e aft\u00eb t\u00eb prek\u00eb shpirtin dhe t\u00eb l\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb gjurm\u00eb t\u00eb pashlyeshme. Di fragole e illusione<\/em> nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb koleksion poezish: \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb ftes\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndalur, reflektuar dhe \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar.<\/p>\n

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KOH\u00cb PEZULL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Gjith\u00e7ka \u00ebsht\u00eb pezulluar
\nn\u00eb vendin e munges\u00ebs.
\nMadje zemra rreh koh\u00ebn
\nq\u00eb tashm\u00eb s\u2019ekziston m\u00eb.<\/p>\n

\n

\u00cbND\u00cbRR<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00c7arje
\nqiellesh dhe resh
\nt\u00eb \u00e7do stine
\nt\u00eb shpalosura.
\nThika t\u00eb mprehta
\npa liri.
\n\u00cbnd\u00ebrr \u2013 po, \u00ebnd\u00ebrr!
\nMe syt\u00eb p\u00ebrher\u00eb t\u00eb hapur
\ndrejt destinacioneve
\nt\u00eb kujtes\u00ebs s\u00eb panjohur.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

BRITM\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00ebrjashta, dielli vdes,
\ni zhytur n\u00eb gjak,
\nn\u00eb rrug\u00ebt e vetmuara.
\nShtyp frik\u00ebn,
\nt\u00eb mbytur
\nn\u00eb rutin\u00ebn e p\u00ebrditshme,
\ndhe zemra s\u2019do
\nt\u00eb ndal\u00eb vallen e saj
\nt\u00eb \u00e7mendur.<\/p>\n

Fantazmat e s\u00eb kaluar\u00ebs
\nshfaqen \u2014 i sodis \u2014
\nnuk m\u00eb magjepsin m\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Dhe b\u00ebrtas, b\u00ebrtas, b\u00ebrtas,
\nb\u00ebrtas
\nt\u00eb vjellat
\ne fjal\u00ebve t\u00eb path\u00ebna.
\nZbrazem.
\nJam qiell,
\ni kuq si gjaku.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

VENERE E LECKAVE<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Frym\u00ebzuar nga nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr e Michelangelo Pistoletto)<\/em><\/p>\n

A do t\u00eb na shp\u00ebtosh,
\no bukuri,
\nnga fyerjet e koh\u00ebs
\ndhe t\u00eb jet\u00ebs?<\/p>\n

Sa e madhe \u00ebsht\u00eb bosh\u00ebsia
\nn\u00eb syt\u00eb tan\u00eb
\nt\u00eb pashpres\u00eb,
\nn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb epok\u00eb
\nt\u00eb mashtrimit
\nuniversal.<\/p>\n

\n

K\u00cbT\u00cb NAT\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n

K\u00ebt\u00eb nat\u00eb,
\nsyt\u00eb
\ndruajn\u00eb \u00ebndrrat,
\nshtyjn\u00eb thell\u00eb
\nmendimet e \u00e7mendura,
\nt\u00eb pagjum\u00ebta.<\/p>\n

Dridhen mbi qerpik\u00eb,
\nende t\u00eb gjalla,
\nimazhet e dit\u00ebs
\nq\u00eb shpres\u00ebs
\nvog\u00eblushja
\nsapo
\nia ka mbyllur dyert.<\/p>\n

\n

Frym\u00ebmarrje.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\nFrymoj nj\u00eb cop\u00ebz t\u00eb s\u00eb ardhmes,
\npa m\u00eb interesuar \u00e7\u2019shije ka!
\nP\u00ebrziej mendimet,
\ntrullos melankolin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

N\u00ebse jeta rrjedh,
\ndit\u00ebt nuk num\u00ebrohen m\u00eb.
\nNj\u00eb grim\u00eb frym\u00eb nga e ardhmja \u2014
\ns\u2019ka r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi n\u00ebse \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb shoh s\u00ebrish t\u00eb rriten
\nluleshtrydhe
\ndhe iluzione.<\/p>\n

\"\" \"\" \"\"<\/p>\n

Libri i ri i autores <\/strong>L\u2019inattesa<\/em> \u201cE PAPRITURA\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

E lexova me shum\u00eb interes librin e ri t\u00eb Sonia Vivona, L\u2019inattesa<\/em>, \u201cp<\/em>as atij,<\/strong> Di fragole e illusione<\/em>. \u201c<\/em>Me luleshtrydhe dhe iluzione\u201d.<\/em> N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje t\u00eb re gjeta poezi lirike me nj\u00eb frym\u00ebmarrje t\u00eb gjall\u00eb dhe t\u00eb vuajtur, t\u00eb mbushura me pritjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar, me nevoj\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb luftuar, me zem\u00ebrimin dhe koherenc\u00ebn n\u00eb shikimin e kthjell\u00ebt q\u00eb poetja ia drejton realitetit.<\/p>\n

Nuk dua t\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebris at\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb me kujdes dhe eleganc\u00eb nga kritik\u00eb e poet\u00eb si Daniele Giancane, Cosimo Rodia, Pasquale dhe Ornella, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt i kam lexuar me v\u00ebmendje dhe ku gjeta reflektime t\u00eb vyera. Un\u00eb dua t\u00eb ndalem vet\u00ebm tek disa poezi q\u00eb m\u00eb prek\u00ebn thell\u00ebsisht dhe q\u00eb desha t\u2019i p\u00ebrkthej, p\u00ebr t\u00eb fiksuar(vendosur) forc\u00ebn e tyre t\u00eb brendshme.<\/p>\n

Jeta q\u00eb thyhet si nj\u00eb fije e holl\u00eb e brisht\u00eb, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shpres\u00eb q\u00eb shpesh p\u00ebrfundon n\u00eb harres\u00eb: kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrshtypja q\u00eb ndjehet n\u00eb shum\u00eb faqe. Shum\u00eb poezi duken sikur jan\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00eb dhe mbajn\u00eb kujtimin e dhembjes s\u00eb cop\u00ebtuese, ul\u00ebrimave t\u00eb vdekjes.<\/p>\n

Poezia e kushtuar Cutro-s\u201d Innocenti<\/em> \u201cb\u00ebhet nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim q\u00eb nuk pa drit\u00ebn, kujtes\u00eb e nj\u00eb tragjedie kolektive. Dhe q\u00eb n\u00eb hapje t\u00eb librit me Viaggio da clandestina<\/em> poetja jep nj\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb fort\u00eb: n\u00eb fund, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb jemi klandestin\u00eb t\u00eb fatit ton\u00eb, ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb gati t\u00eb mohojm\u00eb vetveten p\u00ebr t\u00eb veshur petkun e iluzionit e t\u00eb nj\u00eb t\u00eb panjohuri q\u00eb na mbizot\u00ebron.<\/p>\n

Jeta \u00ebsht\u00eb e paparashikueshme, dhe poetja p\u00ebrqafon ekzistencializmin e eg\u00ebr t\u00eb koh\u00ebs son\u00eb. Innocenti<\/em> (Cutro)\u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb poezi q\u00eb m\u00eb prek personalisht: m\u00eb riktheu te udh\u00ebtimi i rinis\u00eb sime, kur deti p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebsonte shpres\u00ebn dhe mbijetes\u00ebn, nj\u00eb prag drejt s\u00eb ardhmes. Por p\u00ebr shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, ai det u b\u00eb varr. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb realitet i hidhur dhe aktual, q\u00eb Vivona di ta jap\u00eb me pak vargje thelb\u00ebsore.<\/p>\n

Poezit\u00eb e saja luten, ul\u00ebrijn\u00eb dhe \u00ebnd\u00ebrrojn\u00eb si nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb e pafajshme: vizioni i jet\u00ebs q\u00eb del prej tyre \u00ebsht\u00eb i past\u00ebr, pa lig\u00ebsi, i dominuar nga nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e mir\u00ebsis\u00eb q\u00eb zgjerohet n\u00eb \u00e7do varg. Jetohet duke \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar, luftohet duke \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar, merret frym\u00eb duke \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar.<\/p>\n

Petalet b\u00ebhen simbol i brisht\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb jet\u00ebs dhe nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht i esenc\u00ebs s\u00eb saj jet\u00ebsore: fshehin dhembjen, por ruajn\u00eb mbi t\u00eb gjitha nevoj\u00ebn e paz\u00ebvend\u00ebsueshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar.<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebr poezit\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb kan\u00eb prekur m\u00eb shum\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo kushtuar n\u00ebn\u00ebs: nj\u00eb tekst i fuqish\u00ebm, ku marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnia midis n\u00ebn\u00ebs dhe bij\u00ebs shfaqet si nj\u00eb lidhje ambivalente, e b\u00ebr\u00eb nga dashuria dhe urrejtja, nga mbrojtja dhe rob\u00ebria. Ne lindim n\u00eb mitra q\u00eb na mbrojn\u00eb dhe na strehojn\u00eb, dhe ajo mbrojtje mbetet e gdhendur n\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00eb si nj\u00eb kupol\u00eb kund\u00ebr bot\u00ebs s\u00eb huaj. Por nganj\u00ebher\u00eb ajo mit\u00ebr b\u00ebhet e tepruar, mbyt\u00ebse, e paaft\u00eb t\u00eb na l\u00ebr\u00eb krah\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u00eb fluturuar. Megjithat\u00eb, pavar\u00ebsisht konfliktit, dashuria mbetet e paprekur dhe triumfon gjithmon\u00eb, duke e shnd\u00ebrruar dhimbjen n\u00eb nj\u00eb forc\u00eb q\u00eb shoq\u00ebron gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb tekst tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb meriton v\u00ebmendje \u00ebsht\u00eb Noi donne<\/em>: nj\u00eb britm\u00eb universale kund\u00ebr dhun\u00ebs dhe abuzimeve, nj\u00eb d\u00ebshmi q\u00eb mbetet aktuale edhe n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vit 2025. Grat\u00eb e njohin mir\u00eb frik\u00ebn \u2013 at\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mpin para nj\u00eb rruge t\u00eb err\u00ebt apo nj\u00eb n\u00ebntok\u00eb t\u00eb zbraz\u00ebt \u2013 dhe duhet t\u00eb mbrojn\u00eb identitetin e tyre me guxim. K\u00ebtu poezia b\u00ebhet z\u00eb kolektiv, simbol rezistence dhe dinjiteti.<\/p>\n

Dua t\u00eb p\u00ebrfundoj duke kujtuar dy poezi t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse dhe nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht t\u00eb thjeshta: Amore amore<\/em> dhe Oggi vorrei lavare l\u2019anima<\/em>. N\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00ebn, dashuria shfaqet si nj\u00eb parajs\u00eb e plagosur, nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr q\u00eb bashk\u00ebjeton me rrudhat e viteve dhe plag\u00ebt e koh\u00ebs. N\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00ebn, poetja pyet veten mbi mund\u00ebsin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb pastruar shpirtin, edhe pse e di se ai nuk lahet: ndjehet, vuan, mbahet brenda, i pandar\u00eb prej nesh.<\/p>\n

Me L\u2019inattesa<\/em>, Sonia Vivona i jep lexuesit nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr me ndikim t\u00eb fort\u00eb njer\u00ebzor dhe lirik. Z\u00ebri i saj poetik d\u00ebshmohet autentik, i aft\u00eb t\u00eb rr\u00ebfej\u00eb dhimbjen dhe shpres\u00ebn, brisht\u00ebsin\u00eb dhe forc\u00ebn, \u00ebndrr\u00ebn dhe realitetin, duke i rikthyer poezis\u00eb detyr\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb plagosur dhe sh\u00ebruar nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht.<\/p>\n

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Udh\u00ebtim si klandestine<\/strong><\/p>\n

Udh\u00ebtim si klandestine,
\nme dokumente t\u00eb rreme
\ndhe nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje passepartout<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\n

MBI PETALE T\u00cb BRISHTA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mbi petale t\u00eb brishta
\nvall\u00ebzojn\u00eb or\u00ebt
\nn\u00eb ver\u00ebn e shndritshme,
\nplot gjelb\u00ebrim e blu.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb rr\u00ebmben zhurma
\ne mendimeve, e dhimbjeve,
\ne zinxhir\u00ebve t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb
\nq\u00eb rob\u00ebrojn\u00eb zemr\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

Por \u00e7\u2019dini ju, o or\u00eb,
\np\u00ebr murmurim\u00ebn e fuqishme
\nt\u00eb k\u00ebsaj kohe t\u00eb padijshme
\nq\u00eb ngadal\u00eb po vdes?<\/p>\n

\n

L\u00cbRE HAPUR DER\u00cbN<\/strong><\/p>\n

L\u00ebre hapur der\u00ebn
\ne zemr\u00ebs.
\nL\u00ebre q\u00eb sonte era
\nt\u00eb marr\u00eb me vete
\ngjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb tmerr!<\/p>\n

Por edhe n\u00eb \u00ebndrra
\n\u2014 e di? \u2014
\nna mungon
\nlumturia e humbur.<\/p>\n

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\n

\u00cb PAFAJSHMIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Cutro, 2023)<\/em><\/p>\n

Mes uj\u00ebrave t\u00eb pafajshme,
\nt\u00eb rrezikshme,
\nudh\u00ebtar\u00eb t\u00eb bot\u00ebs,
\nklandestin\u00eb,
\npa pasaport\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Por n\u00eb tok\u00ebn e d\u00ebshiruar
\nnjer\u00ebzimi
\nka vdekur
\ni mbytur.<\/p>\n

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

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

N\u00cbN\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u00eb kam urryer dhe dashur, N\u00ebn\u00eb,
\nt\u00eb kam urryer dhe dashur.
\nDhe ti m\u00eb ke urryer,
\nsepse isha fshehur,
\nme kok\u00ebfort\u00ebsin\u00eb time,
\netjen p\u00ebr jet\u00eb,
\nn\u00eb mitr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde t\u00eb lodhur.<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn\u00eb, t\u00eb kam urryer,
\nmadje dhe ti m\u00eb ke urryer
\np\u00ebr pak p\u00ebrk\u00ebdheljet
\nq\u00eb mora e dhash\u00eb,
\np\u00ebr lodhjen, p\u00ebr mundimin
\nq\u00eb t\u00eb largonin prej meje.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb kam urryer
\np\u00ebr rrobat e ricikluara,
\np\u00ebr shp\u00ebrthimet e zem\u00ebrimit,
\np\u00ebr shikimet qortuese,
\np\u00ebr \u00ebmb\u00eblsin\u00eb e paq\u00ebndrueshme,
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb mos m\u00eb ndihmuar
\nt\u00eb b\u00ebhesha grua,
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb mos par\u00eb
\nul\u00ebrim\u00ebn
\nn\u00eb lot\u00ebt e mi t\u00eb heshtur.<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn\u00eb, t\u00eb kam dashur,
\ndhe ti m\u00eb ke dashur,
\ngjithmon\u00eb.
\nEdhe kur syt\u00eb tan\u00eb,
\nt\u00eb mbushur me dhimbje,
\nv\u00ebshtronin, t\u00eb pasigurt,
\ndiku tjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n

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NE GRAT\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne grat\u00eb
\ne njohim mir\u00eb
\nfrik\u00ebn,
\nat\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mpin
\npara nj\u00eb rruge t\u00eb err\u00ebt,
\nnj\u00eb treni gati bosh,
\nnj\u00eb n\u00ebn ur\u00eb nat\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

Ne grat\u00eb
\ne njohim mir\u00eb
\nat\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebrtet n\u00eb kok\u00eb:
\nt\u00eb mos shkosh,
\nt\u00eb mos vishesh ashtu,
\nt\u00eb mos pish shum\u00eb,
\nt\u00eb mos kund\u00ebrshtosh,
\nt\u00eb mos provokosh,
\nt\u00eb mos marr\u00ebsh frym\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ne grat\u00eb
\ne njohim mir\u00eb
\nfrik\u00ebn,
\nshtr\u00ebngimin n\u00eb zem\u00ebr,
\nfrym\u00ebn e pezulluar,
\npara se ajo t\u00eb shkrihet
\nn\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar.<\/p>\n

\n

DASHURI, DASHURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dashuri, dashuri,
\nm\u00eb b\u00ebrtet brenda,
\nfjal\u00eb pa zem\u00ebr!<\/p>\n

Dhe shikoj, mes rrudhave
\nt\u00eb fytyr\u00ebs sate,
\nat\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr q\u00eb m\u00eb kthen
\nn\u00eb Parajs\u00eb.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

SOT DO T\u00cb DOJA T\u00cb LAJA SHPIRTIN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sot do t\u00eb doja t\u00eb laja shpirtin,
\npor mund t\u00eb tkurrej,
\nt\u00eb zbehej,
\nt\u00eb shqyhej,
\nsepse
\nedhe pa centrifug\u00eb,
\nt\u00eb brisht\u00ebt vuajn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Biografi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sonia Vivona \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb poete dhe profesioniste italiane, e lindur n\u00eb Belvedere Marittimo (CS), n\u00eb jug t\u00eb Italis\u00eb. Aktualisht ajo jeton dhe punon n\u00eb Rende (CS), ku \u00ebsht\u00eb pjes\u00eb e Institutit t\u00eb Sistemeve Bujq\u00ebsore dhe Pyjore t\u00eb Mesdheut (ISAFoM) si Teknologe dhe Agjente e Zhvillimit Lokal. Ajo ka nj\u00eb formim t\u00eb gjer\u00eb akademik, duke p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb nj\u00eb diplom\u00eb n\u00eb Shkenca Ekonomike dhe Sociale, si dhe kualifikime t\u00eb tjera profesionale n\u00eb menaxhim projektesh dhe k\u00ebshillim antropologjik.<\/p>\n

Sonia ka botuar pes\u00eb koleksione poetike:<\/p>\n

L\u2019inattesa<\/strong> \u2013 E papritura<\/em> (Vintura Edizioni, 2025)<\/p>\n

Di fragole e illusione. La speranza \u00e8 sempre bambina<\/strong> \u2013 Mbi luleshtrydhe dhe iluzione. Shpresa \u00ebsht\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb e vog\u00ebl<\/em>(Tabula Fati, 2023)<\/p>\n

Come fiore del deserto. Viaggio tra cinema e poesia<\/strong> \u2013 Si nj\u00eb lule e shkret\u00ebtir\u00ebs. Udh\u00ebtim mes kinemas\u00eb dhe poezis\u00eb<\/em>(Pellegrini Editore, 2020)<\/p>\n

C\u2019\u00e8 tutto un mondo intorno. Cos\u00ec lontano, cos\u00ec vicino<\/strong> \u2013 Ka nj\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb rreth e rrotull. Kaq larg, kaq af\u00ebr<\/em> (Aletti Editore, 2018)<\/p>\n

Prendimi per mano. Per volare verso nuovi gradi di libert\u00e0<\/strong> \u2013 M\u00eb merr dor\u00ebn. P\u00ebr t\u00eb fluturuar drejt shkall\u00ebve t\u00eb reja t\u00eb liris\u00eb<\/em> (Aletti Editore, 2016)<\/p>\n

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\u201cPrendimi per mano<\/em> \u201ci dha asaj \u00e7mimin nd\u00ebrkomb\u00ebtar p\u00ebr shkrimin e grave Maria Cumani Quasimodo n\u00eb vitin 2017, si dhe e shpalli finaliste n\u00eb Konkursin CET t\u00eb Shkoll\u00ebs s\u00eb Autor\u00ebve t\u00eb Mogolit. Po ashtu, ajo ka fituar \u00e7mime t\u00eb tjera prestigjioze, p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb \u00e7mimet Umile Francesco Peluso dhe Salvatore Quasimodo n\u00eb vitin 2018, si dhe \u00e7mimin Tra le Parole e l\u2019Infinito n\u00eb vitin 2022.<\/p>\n

Poezia e Sonias \u00ebsht\u00eb e njohur p\u00ebr ndjeshm\u00ebrin\u00eb e saj t\u00eb thell\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr p\u00ebrshkrimin e ndjenjave t\u00eb brendshme, duke i dh\u00ebn\u00eb z\u00eb p\u00ebrvojave personale dhe kolektive. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb aktive n\u00eb sken\u00ebn kulturore dhe letrare italiane, duke marr\u00eb pjes\u00eb n\u00eb ngjarje dhe aktivitete q\u00eb promovojn\u00eb let\u00ebrsin\u00eb dhe artin.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr m\u00eb shum\u00eb informacion mbi veprat e saj dhe aktivitetet letrare, mund t\u00eb vizitoni faqen e saj n\u00eb Tabula Fati: (Edizioni Tabula Fati<\/a>).<\/p>\n

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(P\u00ebrgatiti dhe shqip\u00ebroi Anila Dahriu)<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

SONIA VIVONA \u201cZ\u00ebri i sinqert\u00eb i ndjeshm\u00ebris\u00eb\u201d Kam p\u00ebrzgjedhur k\u00ebto poezi nga libri \u201cDi fragole e illusione\u201d , \u201cMe luleshtrydhe dhe iluzione\u201d\u00a0 \u00a0i Sonia Vivona, pas nj\u00eb leximi t\u00eb thell\u00eb dhe t\u00eb k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm\u2026 dhe pajtohem me definicionin e poetit dhe kritikut letrar Daniele Giancane: \u201cDihet q\u00eb, sot e k\u00ebsaj dite, pothuajse t\u00eb gjith\u00eb shkruajn\u00eb poezi, […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":5574,"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":[171,166],"tags":[],"book_author":[185,310],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5573"}],"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=5573"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5578,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5573\/revisions\/5578"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5574"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5573"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5573"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5573"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=5573"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=5573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}