Migel Flor<\/p>\n
Vargje Prik\u00eb<\/p>\n
Iku nj\u00eb vit;
\ndo t\u00eb ikin edhe t\u00eb tjer\u00eb.
\nPor dora q\u00eb q\u00ebndis
\nnuk njeh kalendar ,
\najo njeh durim;- dhe tjerr.<\/p>\n
Zemra vendoset mbi p\u00eblhur\u00eb kohe,
\naty ku ngjyrat nuk jan\u00eb zbukurim,
\npor d\u00ebshmi;
\naty ku gjilp\u00ebra
\nshpon harres\u00ebn, -deri n\u00eb kujtim.<\/p>\n
Bota i ka humbur tantellat e saj,
\nazhurat e historis\u00eb jan\u00eb grisur
\nnga nxitimi,
\nnga mungesa e kujtes\u00ebs,
\nnga zhurma q\u00eb s\u2019di t\u00eb ndalet,
\n-sii nj\u00eb sahat i kurdisur.<\/p>\n
Nga duart e mia
\nformohet nj\u00eb prik\u00eb e pasur,
\nqilima ku shkelin t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt
\npa e ditur
\nse ecin mbi vargje t\u00eb plasur.<\/p>\n
Fjal\u00ebt thurren me frym\u00eb,
\nnyje q\u00eb koha nuk i zhb\u00ebn;
\n\u00e7do plag\u00eb merr form\u00eb,
\n\u00e7do dhimbje gjen rend,
\n\u00e7do thyerje b\u00ebhet simetri,
\ngjen v\u00ebnd.<\/p>\n
Dhe ndoshta nj\u00eb dit\u00eb
\ndo t\u00eb pastrohen njollat:
\nvaji i jet\u00ebs s\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme
\ni derdhur pa kujdes
\nmbi q\u00ebndisje t\u00eb braktisura nga koh\u00ebrat.<\/p>\n
Ato do t\u00eb shfaqen
\nn\u00eb ekspozita pa z\u00eb, pa jet\u00eb,
\nsi shpirtra t\u00eb p\u00ebrmbajtur
\nq\u00eb nuk k\u00ebrkuan v\u00ebshtrim,
\npor kuptim.t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Sepse arti nuk k\u00ebrkon sy q\u00eb shohin,
\nk\u00ebrkon dor\u00eb q\u00eb duron
\ndhe zem\u00ebr q\u00eb gjak rrjedh,
\nedhe kur vitet largohen,
\nnuk resht s\u00eb q\u00ebndisuri.
\nMe gishta q\u00eb nuk lodhen:
\n:N\u00eb vargje tantell\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Migel Flor<\/p>\n
Dowry of Verses<\/p>\n
-Migel Flor<\/p>\n
A year has gone;
\nothers will go as well.
\nBut the hand that embroiders
\nknows no calendar,
\nit knows patience,
\nand the slow art of spinning.<\/p>\n
The heart is placed upon the fabric of time,
\nwhere colors are not ornament
\nbut testimony;
\nwhere the needle
\npierces forgetfulness,
\nall the way to memory.<\/p>\n
The world has lost its lace,
\nthe openwork of history torn
\nby haste,
\nby the absence of remembrance,
\nby a noise that does not know how to stop,
\nlike a clock wound too tight.<\/p>\n
From my hands
\na rich dowry takes shape:
\ncarpets others walk upon
\nwithout knowing
\nthey tread on fractured verses.<\/p>\n
Words are woven with breath,
\nknots time cannot undo;
\nevery wound takes form,
\nevery pain finds order,
\nevery fracture becomes symmetry,
\nfinds its place.<\/p>\n
And perhaps one day
\nthe stains will be cleansed:
\nthe oil of everyday life
\ncarelessly spilled
\nover embroideries abandoned by eras.<\/p>\n
They will appear
\nin silent exhibitions, without life,
\nlike restrained spirits
\nthat never asked for a gaze,
\nbut for true understanding.<\/p>\n
Because art does not ask for eyes that see;
\nit asks for a hand that endures
\nand a heart that bleeds,
\nand even when years depart,
\nit does not stop embroidering,
\nwith fingers that do not tire:
\ninto lace-like verses.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Migel Flor Vargje Prik\u00eb Iku nj\u00eb vit; do t\u00eb ikin edhe t\u00eb tjer\u00eb. Por dora q\u00eb q\u00ebndis nuk njeh kalendar , ajo njeh durim;- dhe tjerr. Zemra vendoset mbi p\u00eblhur\u00eb kohe, aty ku ngjyrat nuk jan\u00eb zbukurim, por d\u00ebshmi; aty ku gjilp\u00ebra shpon harres\u00ebn, -deri n\u00eb kujtim. Bota i ka humbur tantellat e saj, azhurat […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3846,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3845","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3845","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=3845"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3845\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3847,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3845\/revisions\/3847"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3846"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3845"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3845"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3845"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}