Vjollca Aliaj<\/p>\n
Me koh\u00ebn… <\/strong><\/p>\n Eci udh\u00ebve t\u00eb huaja ku edhe trotuaret jan\u00eb shtruar me asfalt.\u00a0 Mbi shpin\u00eb m\u00eb r\u00ebndon m\u00ebngjesi i fundshtatorit. Krr\u00ebk-krr\u00ebk k\u00ebrcasin gjethet e shkundura t\u00eb pem\u00ebve. Hapat e mi luajn\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumsh\u00ebm sonat\u00ebn e vjesht\u00ebs. N\u00eb oborret e pallateve pem\u00ebt e lul\u00ebzuara t\u00eb kujtojn\u00eb pranver\u00ebn. Jam ca larg p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndier\u00eb arom\u00ebn e tyre. Qielli m\u00eb ngjan me nj\u00eb tablo gjigande mbi t\u00eb cil\u00ebn nj\u00eb fur\u00e7\u00eb e zem\u00ebruar ka zhgaravitur tej e mban\u00eb me boj\u00eb t\u00eb bardh\u00eb. Ku fshihet piktori? Fus dor\u00ebn n\u00eb xhepin e xhaket\u00ebs.Mb\u00ebshtjell celularin me p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00eb e bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb lajmet nga Atdheu. Vrasje, vjedhje, z\u00ebnka, mashtrime, burgosje…\u00c7’kronik\u00eb e zez\u00eb p\u00ebr zi t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve me halle pa fund! Nj\u00eb qen i vog\u00ebl i vjen rrotull k\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb t\u00eb zotit. Kthen kok\u00ebn nga un\u00eb e mi ngul syt\u00eb. Sa i pafajsh\u00ebm ai v\u00ebshtrim! I buz\u00ebqesh… Vijat e bardha m\u00eb kujtojn\u00eb marinar\u00ebt ose m\u00eb sakt\u00eb bluzat e tyre. I kap\u00ebrcej nj\u00eb e nga nj\u00eb me shikimin drejt drit\u00ebs jeshile t\u00eb semaforit. N\u00eb krahun tim t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt nj\u00eb zonj\u00eb e k\u00ebrrusur p\u00ebrpiqet t\u00eb nxitoj\u00eb, por karroca e ushqimeve nuk i bindet. Gul\u00e7ima e saj m\u00eb prek… M\u00eb ngacmojn\u00eb aromat e barit n\u00eb qoshe t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtes\u00ebs me kolona. Pothuaj t\u00eb gjitha tavolinat jan\u00eb t\u00eb z\u00ebna nga student\u00ebt. U kaloj pran\u00eb… Vazhdoj udh\u00ebn time mbi trotuarin e shtruar me asfalt. Mbi shpin\u00eb m\u00eb r\u00ebndon m\u00ebngjesi i fundshtatorit, por do m\u00ebsohem. “Me koh\u00ebn kushdo m\u00ebson n\u00ebse \u00ebsht\u00eb e tep\u00ebrt dhe ngroht\u00ebsia e diellit q\u00eb djeg”…do t\u00eb shprehej Borghes n\u00eb vargjet e tij. Me koh\u00ebn…<\/p>\n Miklim <\/strong><\/p>\n Dielli zhduket pas malit, hija e nat\u00ebs l\u00ebshohet mbi qytet duke mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka me petkun e saj t\u00eb heshtur, si \u00ebnd\u00ebrra q\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb mbrrij\u00eb deri tek ty. Era sjell parfum lulesh t\u00eb tretura. Ajri, i lagur nga drita e yjeve, mbart shije t\u00eb ath\u00ebt, si premtimi i pamundur. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qet\u00ebsi, kur \u00e7do gj\u00eb duket se humb rrug\u00ebn, brenda meje di\u00e7ka rri zgjuar. Nj\u00eb ndjesi, si z\u00eb i heshtur \u00e7ohet, p\u00ebr t\u00eb kaluar mbi ujin e qet\u00eb t\u00eb detit. Ky udh\u00ebtim i harruar, vjen me ecje t\u00eb leht\u00eb e t\u00eb ngadalt\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa \u00e7do hap shkakton nj\u00eb val\u00eb q\u00eb l\u00ebviz tunduesh\u00ebm, si kujtimi i pahumbur. Ndiej k\u00ebshtu, thell\u00eb… thell\u00eb, miklimin e drit\u00ebs, q\u00eb but\u00ebsisht p\u00ebrhap ngroht\u00ebsin\u00eb e saj n\u00ebp\u00ebr horizontin kryq\u00ebzuar yjesh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Vjollca Aliaj Me koh\u00ebn… Eci udh\u00ebve t\u00eb huaja ku edhe trotuaret jan\u00eb shtruar me asfalt.\u00a0 Mbi shpin\u00eb m\u00eb r\u00ebndon m\u00ebngjesi i fundshtatorit. Krr\u00ebk-krr\u00ebk k\u00ebrcasin gjethet e shkundura t\u00eb pem\u00ebve. Hapat e mi luajn\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumsh\u00ebm sonat\u00ebn e vjesht\u00ebs. N\u00eb oborret e pallateve pem\u00ebt e lul\u00ebzuara t\u00eb kujtojn\u00eb pranver\u00ebn. Jam ca larg p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndier\u00eb arom\u00ebn e […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2826,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2846","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\/2846","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=2846"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2846\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2846"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2846"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2846"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}