Elvira Zeneli<\/p>\n
Urimi i nx\u00ebn\u00ebsve t\u00eb tu \u00ebsht\u00eb poezia m\u00eb e bukur! <\/strong><\/p>\n Ishte ora 3-e e m\u00ebngjesit t\u00eb sot\u00ebm. Kaq i bie t\u00eb ishte k\u00ebtu n\u00eb New York, sepse n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb ishte ora 8-t\u00eb e m\u00ebngjesit, meqen\u00ebse k\u00ebtu ku jam k\u00ebto dit\u00eb me pushime, ora ka ndryshuar m\u00eb par\u00eb se n\u00eb Europ\u00eb, dhe diferenca me Tiran\u00ebn nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb 6-t\u00eb por 5-s\u00eb or\u00eb. N\u00eb telefon m\u00eb vjen nj\u00eb sms. Zgjas dor\u00ebn dhe marr telefonin n\u00eb duar. Me syt\u00eb e p\u00ebrgjumur p\u00ebr momentin trembem se mos ndonj\u00eb lajm i keq, meqen\u00ebse familja, miqt\u00eb dhe shoq\u00ebria e din\u00eb q\u00eb nuk jam n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe nuk m\u00eb shqet\u00ebsojn\u00eb, por do jet\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb serioze. K\u00ebto mendime m\u00eb erdh\u00ebn n\u00eb \u00e7ast kur d\u00ebgjoj tingullin e sms-\u00eb n\u00eb telefon. Marr telefonin dhe shikoj nj\u00eb sms nga senatorja e klas\u00ebs, nx\u00ebn\u00ebsja Siari. Zemra m\u00eb rrahu fort, meraku se mos ka ndodhur ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb dhe un\u00eb nuk jam aty, por duhet t\u00eb flas urgjentisht me nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit. E hap mesazhin dhe lexoj k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb: E dashur m\u00ebsuese Eli! T\u00eb k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb falje p\u00ebr shqet\u00ebsimin sepse e dim\u00eb se atje ora \u00ebsht\u00eb 3-e e m\u00ebngjesit, por ne donim t\u00eb ishim t\u00eb par\u00ebt q\u00eb t\u00eb uronim sot p\u00ebr Dit\u00ebn Bot\u00ebrore t\u00eb Poezis\u00eb. Prandaj G\u00ebzuar m\u00ebsuesja jon\u00eb e dashur dhe pa\u00e7it sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb frym\u00ebzim dhe muz\u00ea poetike! Na ka marr\u00eb malli shum\u00eb dhe e ndjejm\u00eb munges\u00ebn t\u00ebnde n\u00eb \u00e7do or\u00eb t\u00eb dit\u00ebs. Na mungon prezenca jote, or\u00ebt m\u00ebsimore si dhe k\u00ebshillat e tua p\u00ebr \u00e7do dit\u00eb, pa l\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00ebnjan\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshjen t\u00ebnde prind\u00ebrore dhe si m\u00ebsuese e dashur. T\u00eb duam shum\u00eb dhe mezi t\u00eb presim t\u00eb rikthehesh n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb! Me shum\u00eb dashuri nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit e klases V-\u00eb A, Don Bosko, Tiran\u00eb! K\u00ebto fjal\u00eb kaq t\u00eb \u00ebmbla, t\u00eb pastra si uj\u00eb i burimit t\u00eb bjeshk\u00ebve m\u00eb lumturuan shpirtin, m\u00eb rinuan dhe m\u00eb befasuan me dashurin\u00eb e tyre t\u00eb kristalt\u00eb, duke qen\u00eb t\u00eb par\u0113t me urimin e tyre n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00ea. Pas k\u00ebtij urimi t\u00eb bukur, nuk kishte m\u00eb gjum\u00eb p\u00ebr mua, por i telefonoj koleges sime zysh Alm\u00ebs. Nj\u00eb m\u00ebsuese energjike e palodhur dhe e p\u00ebrkushtuar n\u00eb max, edhe pse i ka disa vite n\u00eb arsim, lodhja nuk ekziston p\u00ebr t\u00eb, me nj\u00eb qet\u00ebsi dhe men\u00e7uri hyjnore, ajo e priste telefonat\u00ebn time. Zysh Alma, k\u00ebshtu i th\u00ebrrasim edhe ne koleget e saja, p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb viteve dhe eksperienc\u00ebs q\u00eb ajo ka n\u00eb arsim, e njeh mjaft bukur bot\u00ebn time shpirt\u00ebrore dhe lidhjen q\u00eb kam me nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit. Sa po i shkon zilja, e hap menj\u00ebher\u00eb telefonin, dhe e shikoj mes nx\u00ebn\u00ebsve si diell q\u00eb ndri\u00e7on bot\u00ebn me dijet, me kultur\u00ebn dhe fisnik\u00ebrin\u00eb e saj. Syt\u00eb m’u p\u00ebrlot\u00ebn kur e pash\u00ea n\u00eb mes t\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebsve duke m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetur dhe duke ju th\u00ebn\u00eb atyre sa shum\u00eb ja zbukuruam dit\u00ebn m\u00ebsueses tuaj t\u00eb dashur, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn pyesni \u00e7do dit\u00eb dhe num\u00ebroni dit\u00ebt sa i kan\u00eb mbetur p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb n\u00eb mesin tuaj, ku un\u00eb jam sot me ju. Siari me ato flok\u00ebt e saj t\u00eb arta, e shkath\u00ebt, me nj\u00eb artikulim mjaft t\u00eb bukur, mundohej t’m\u00eb shpjegonte p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb ide t\u00eb bukur, por nuk e linte Blini i cili \u00ebsht\u00eb super energjik, nj\u00eb enciklopedi \u00ebsht\u00eb ai djal\u00eb, nuk l\u00eb lib\u00ebr pa lexuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb njohuri p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka. Siandra ka\u00e7urrja dhe aktorja jon\u00eb n\u00eb dramatizime ku merr rolin kryesor nuk rri pa m\u00eb imituar mua kur hyj n\u00eb klas\u00eb dhe i pyes se si ndjehen sot… Shikoj Elektr\u00ebn t\u00eb urt\u00ebn, t\u00eb men\u00e7ur\u00ebn q\u00eb afrohet pran\u00eb kamer\u00ebs s\u00eb telefonit dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndet me mall. Pran\u00eb saj \u00ebsht\u00eb Endri me batutat e tij si t\u00eb jet\u00eb nj\u00eb djal\u00eb 20-t\u00ea vje\u00e7ar mban me humor gjith\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn. Kreoni djali serioz q\u00eb ju thot\u00eb hapuni se m\u00eb keni z\u00ebn\u00eb, dua t\u00eb flas me m\u00ebsuesen: – kur do na vish m\u00ebsuese, se na ka marr\u00eb malli: – edhe pak dit\u00eb, Kreon. Nj\u00eb atmosfer\u00eb e bukur dhe e k\u00ebndshme, m’u duk vetja sikur isha n\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast n\u00eb mesin e tyre, e rrethuar me z\u00ebrat gazmor\u00eb t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebve. Jan\u00eb pik\u00ebrisht f\u00ebmij\u00ebt q\u00eb na mbajn\u00eb gjall\u00eb me shpirtin, me sinqeritetin, me dashurin\u00eb dhe buz\u00ebqeshjen e tyre t\u00eb d\u00eblir\u00eb. I falenderova me shpirt jo vet\u00ebm nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit e mi, por t\u00eb gjith\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt kudo q\u00eb jan\u00eb, sa t\u00eb bukur dhe t\u00eb dashur na e b\u00ebjn\u00eb profesionin e shenjt\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsuesit. Gjithashtu falenderimi shkon edhe p\u00ebr zysh Alm\u00ebn q\u00eb ishte pjes\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj surprize dhe e kolegeve t\u00eb tjera q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrcoll\u00ebn me mesazhet e tyre, p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetjet m\u00eb t\u00eb sinqerta dhe m\u00eb t\u00eb dashura. Ju lutem dhuroni dashuri, sepse gjith\u00e7ka ju kthehet n\u00eb mir\u00ebsi dhe qet\u00ebsi e shpirtit tuaj! Mir\u00ebnjohje pa fund koleg\u00ebve dhe nx\u00ebn\u00ebsve t\u00eb mi q\u00eb ma zbukuruan k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb kontinent t\u00eb larg\u00ebt, por me shpirt dhe zem\u00ebr jam pran\u00eb tyre n\u00eb \u00e7do moment dhe n\u00eb \u00e7do \u00e7ast t\u00eb dit\u00ebs<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Elvira Zeneli Urimi i nx\u00ebn\u00ebsve t\u00eb tu \u00ebsht\u00eb poezia m\u00eb e bukur! Ishte ora 3-e e m\u00ebngjesit t\u00eb sot\u00ebm. Kaq i bie t\u00eb ishte k\u00ebtu n\u00eb New York, sepse n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb ishte ora 8-t\u00eb e m\u00ebngjesit, meqen\u00ebse k\u00ebtu ku jam k\u00ebto dit\u00eb me pushime, ora ka ndryshuar m\u00eb par\u00eb se n\u00eb Europ\u00eb, dhe diferenca me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2710,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2769","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-proze"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2769","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=2769"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2769\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2710"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2769"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2769"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2769"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}