Sokol Demaku<\/p>\n
Doli nga shtypi p\u00ebrmbledhja e radh\u00ebs e poet\u00ebs s\u00eb re mergimtare n\u00eb Norvegjin e larg\u00ebt<\/p>\n
Erinda Medolli me titull \u201cTinguj jete\u201d n\u00eb botim t\u00eb redaksis\u00eb se revistes \u201cDituria\u201d nga Bor\u00e5s i Suedis\u00eb, shtypur n\u00eb Shtypshkronj\u00ebn Lenga Graphic n\u00eb Prishtin\u00eb. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje jan\u00eb p\u00ebrfshi 63 poezi t\u00eb cilat\u00eb secila n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e vet pershkruan\u00eb vujtjen, shytpjen, nencmimin dhe ndjenjen e brendshme t\u00eb nj\u00eb gruaje.<\/p>\n
Gruaja qenka kala e cila p\u00ebrballon cdo t\u00eb lig\u00eb dhe cdo here dilka me e fort\u00eb dhe krenare me jet\u00ebn<\/strong><\/p>\n Se vargu \u00ebsht\u00eb shprehje e ndjenjes s\u00eb brendshme t\u00eb njeriut dhe ai i cili largon helmin i cili pa m\u00ebshir\u00eb bren\u00eb shpirtin e brisht kryesisht t\u00eb femr\u00ebs, gruas por m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb themi t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs pasi p\u00ebrmes vargut ajo p\u00ebrpiqet t\u00eb largoj t\u00eb lig\u00ebn nga rruga n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ajo ve\u00e7 ka filluar dhe d\u00ebshiron t\u00eb arrij\u00eb atje ku \u00ebsht\u00eb drita dhe rrezja e cila e shpie n\u00eb qet\u00ebsin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs. K\u00ebt\u00eb do e v\u00ebrejm\u00eb n\u00eb poezin\u00eb e par\u00eb me titull \u201cNj\u00eb grua\u201d me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn e hap botimin e\u00a0 radh\u00ebs poetja e re n\u00eb m\u00ebrgim Erinda Medolli kur ajo thot\u00eb:<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb grua \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb thesar, Pra ajo na p\u00ebrshkruan vler\u00ebn, madh\u00ebshtin\u00eb q\u00eb ka gruaja dhe me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn madheshti ajo edhe bot\u00ebs i jep jet\u00eb, i jep vler\u00eb dhe ate\u00a0 e b\u00ebn\u00eb edhe m\u00eb me vler\u00eb, sepse sipas autores gruaja \u00ebsht\u00eb e fort\u00eb dhe besa m\u00eb e fort\u00eb edhe se vet diamanti i cili arrin ti q\u00ebndroj \u00e7do gj\u00ebje dhe nuk therrmohet asnj\u00ebhere.<\/p>\n Mir\u00ebpo do ndeshim apo hasim n\u00eb rrug\u00ebtime t\u00eb gruas q\u00eb edhe ajo si cdo q\u00ebnie tjet\u00ebr e gjall\u00eb shpeshher\u00eb t\u00eb ndjej pesimiz\u00ebm n\u00eb rrug\u00ebtimin e saj, n\u00eb sfidat e jet\u00ebs t\u00eb cilat edhe p\u00ebr gruan nuk jan\u00eb t\u00eb lehta, sepse edhe ato jan\u00eb nje lloj helmi i cili nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb leht\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrballohet. Por \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrra ajo e cila e nxjerr\u00eb nga ky batak gruan dhe ajo vazhdon tutje me ritmin e saj. Dhe autorja me penen e saj t\u00eb mpreht\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb situat\u00eb e sheh k\u00ebshtu kur thot\u00eb t\u00eb poezia \u201c\u00cbnd\u00ebrrat pa mbarim\u201d:<\/p>\n Sa her\u00eb ndodh q\u00eb nga jeta helmohem Pra gruaja qenka ajo e cila p\u00ebrballuaka cdo t\u00eb lig\u00eb dhe nga kjo cdo her\u00eb na dilka me e fort\u00eb dhe me krenare me jet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n Sepse sipas autores ajo qenka nj\u00eb pishtar i cili sh\u00ebndritka rrug\u00ebn e secilit dhe q\u00eb secilit ti jap shijen e \u00ebmb\u00ebl t\u00eb jet\u00ebs n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb me plot\u00eb t\u00eb papritura. Gruaja qenka ajo e cila i nd\u00ebrrojka shijen bot\u00ebs, dhe jet\u00ebs i jepka shije jete dhe t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl p\u00ebr cdo ke dhe secilin. K\u00ebt\u00eb do e ndjejm\u00eb gjat\u00eb leximit t\u00eb strofave t\u00eb poezis\u00eb \u201cShija e bot\u00ebs\u201dkur autorja na thot\u00eb:<\/p>\n Un\u00eb jetoj p\u00ebr t\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb drit\u00eb Edhe kur duart e z\u00ebna i kam<\/em>.<\/p>\n Sepse gruaja qenka ajo e cila i dilka n\u00eb ndihme \u00e7dokujt, dhe \u00e7dok\u00eb e ndihmoka n\u00eb tejkalimin e\u00a0 s\u00eb keqes dhe v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsive t\u00eb jet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n Si duket jeta qenka nj\u00eb shkoll\u00eb p\u00ebr njeriun, qenka nj\u00eb oaz\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ndjen, m\u00ebson por edhe sprovon shum\u00eb\u00e7ka dhe shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb cilat jeta t\u2019i v\u00eb p\u00ebrball\u00eb. Por duket se edhe vet\u00eb autorja por edhe grat\u00eb n\u00eb p\u00ebrgjith\u00ebsi shpesh here ndjehen t\u00eb vetmuara, ndjehen t\u00eb pa shpresa sikur nj\u00eb vark\u00eb e vog\u00ebl e ngelur n\u00eb mes detit t\u00eb zemruar pa busull\u00eb rug\u00ebtimi dhe cakt t\u00eb destinuar, sepse jeta \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo e cila dirigjon me \u00e7dogj\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00eb s\u00eb miri e shpreh autorja tek poezia e saj\u00a0 me titull \u201cN\u00eb mes t\u00eb detit\u201dkur thot\u00eb:<\/p>\n Varka ime n\u00eb mes t\u00eb detit mbetur Lexuesi k\u00ebtu do ndjej\u00eb se autorja si duket na del pak edhe me nj\u00eb filozofi t\u00eb saj e cila pak a shum\u00eb anon n\u00eb an\u00ebn e Zotit sepse ajo i drejtohet atij dhe tek Ai e k\u00ebrkon ndihm\u00ebn dhe shp\u00ebtimin, nga t\u00eb gjitha t\u00eb ligat dhe pengesat t\u00eb cilat\u00eb mund ti dalin n\u00eb rrug\u00eb dhe rrug\u00ebtimin e saj n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Sepse tek Zoti gjen ndihm\u00ebn, gjen shp\u00ebtimin dhe daljen nga kriza apo gjendja n\u00eb cil\u00ebn ajo ka ren\u00eb.<\/p>\n Por si duket autorja edhe pse e re, ajo me koh\u00eb ka verejt\u00eb se bota \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrplot\u00eb me bukuri q\u00eb kur ajo ishte f\u00ebmij\u00eb, kishte lojra por kishte edhe dashni, por me kalimin e koh\u00ebs dhe pjekjen e saj. Ajo v\u00ebren se bota nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ashtu si e kishte perjetua n\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebri dhe tek peozia e radh\u00ebs \u201cK\u00ebnga ime\u201d ajo bot\u00ebn e sheh k\u00ebshtu:<\/p>\n Kur isha f\u00ebmij\u00eb, \u2026z<\/em><\/p>\n Besoj se nes\u00ebr <\/em><\/p>\n Do t\u00eb jet\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb se dje.<\/em><\/p>\n Nj\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje poetike e cila duhet lexuar, por edhe pasur n\u00eb raftat e libra t\u00eb \u00e7do gruaje, n\u00ebn\u00eb por ndoshta edhe t\u00eb secili lexues dhe adhurues i poezise t\u00eb jet\u00eb prezent.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sokol Demaku Doli nga shtypi p\u00ebrmbledhja e radh\u00ebs e poet\u00ebs s\u00eb re mergimtare n\u00eb Norvegjin e larg\u00ebt Erinda Medolli me titull \u201cTinguj jete\u201d n\u00eb botim t\u00eb redaksis\u00eb se revistes \u201cDituria\u201d nga Bor\u00e5s i Suedis\u00eb, shtypur n\u00eb Shtypshkronj\u00ebn Lenga Graphic n\u00eb Prishtin\u00eb. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhje jan\u00eb p\u00ebrfshi 63 poezi t\u00eb cilat\u00eb secila n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e vet […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1699","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-botime-te-reja"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1699","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1699"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1699\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1699"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1699"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1699"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nPo i zbehej ngjyra!<\/em>
\nPena e mpreht\u00eb e Erinda Medolli paraqet jet\u00ebn e gruas ashtu lakuriq me t\u00eb gjith\u00eb t\u00eb mirat dhe t\u00eb ligat e saja, por me shpres\u00ebn se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do zhduken t\u00eb ligat dhe mbi to do t\u00eb fitojn\u00eb t\u00eb mirat dhe e drejta. E k\u00ebt\u00eb do e verejm\u00eb tek pozia \u201dBesoj\u201d kur autorja shprehet dhe thot\u00ebs se:
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