P\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb pasur ty, gjej nj\u00eb piano, q\u00eb ting\u00ebllon si ylber, nj\u00eb krif\u00eb t\u00eb art\u00eb, nj\u00eb p\u00ebllumb t\u00eb kalt\u00ebr, nj\u00eb \u00e7el\u00ebs t\u00eb blert\u00eb dhe \u00e7el thell\u00ebsit\u00eb e nuancta t\u00eb shpirtit! M\u00eb prek hapi yt i ngroht\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ndiej, kur zbukuron si nj\u00eb petal i kristalt\u00eb qerpikun f\u00ebrg\u00ebllyes. At\u00ebher\u00eb ti b\u00ebhesh pranga dhe liria ime. Je m\u00eb i mrekullueshmi mik, ti, q\u00eb shndrit n\u00eb shndritjen time, ti, q\u00eb qan n\u00eb m\u00ebrzitjen time. Por, gjat\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7asti, m\u00eb je me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb perlor…<\/p>\n
Kur plag\u00eb rr\u00ebnuese m\u00eb brejn\u00eb shpirtin dhe zinxhir\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb m\u00eb mundojn\u00eb, un\u00eb pres, q\u00eb t\u00eb rilind\u00ebsh e t\u00eb m\u00eb kredh\u00ebsh n\u00eb prehje, nd\u00ebrsa ti, si p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb nd\u00ebshkuar akoma m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, vonon! Me gjuh\u00ebn ton\u00eb t\u00eb flas, t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj, po ti hesht me heshtjen t\u00ebnde besnike (sepse m\u00eb kupton gjer n\u00eb rr\u00ebmba dhe me buz\u00ebt e vet\u00ebdijes time, flet). E kur filloj t\u00eb endem si nj\u00eb l\u00ebndim i mjegullt, ti m\u00eb rr\u00ebmben, m\u00eb \u00e7on mes udh\u00ebsh shk\u00ebmbore e m\u00eb braktis. E vetme, shtangem prej mosndjeshm\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb pal\u00ebvizshme t\u00eb tyre. I prek dhe dridhem. Ngurosur jan\u00eb aty, pjes\u00ebzat ose t\u00eb t\u00ebrat e \u00e7njer\u00ebzores madje dhe gjurm\u00ebt e padukshme presin t\u00eb vrenjtura. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, dikush, do t’ua g\u00ebrvisht\u00eb ndryshkun e fjetur, por asnj\u00eb enigm\u00eb shfaj\u00ebsuese, s’do t\u00eb jet\u00eb fosilizuar bashk\u00eb me to, ve\u00e7 \u00e7menduria e dh\u00ebmb\u00ebzuar, q\u00eb kafshoi dhe vyshku rr\u00ebnj\u00ebt e brishta t\u00eb tyre. Asgj\u00eb s’m\u00eb tmerron m\u00eb tep\u00ebr sesa kjo, ndaj p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u b\u00ebr\u00eb robinja (si k\u00ebta t\u00eb mjer\u00eb!) e rrjet\u00ebs s\u00eb err\u00ebt plot thonj armiq\u00ebsie v\u00ebrtitem, p\u00ebrplas krah\u00ebt, zgjoj z\u00ebrat, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt me rrahjet e pulsit ngrihen mbi shk\u00ebmbinjt\u00eb duke e d\u00ebrrmuar gur\u00ebrimin dhe flatroj, fluturoj drejt Atit tim dhe, kur e takoj, shp\u00ebrthen reaksioni kozmik – loti perlor. E mrekulluar e k\u00ebpus prej syrit dhe me gisht\u00ebrinjt\u00eb, q\u00eb dridhen lehtas, ta ofroj…<\/p>\n
Ja, pse t\u00eb kam kaq t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb! Se ti je uji i ripag\u00ebzimit tim dhe agu i bekimit tim! Je pasuria dhe dhurata ime p\u00ebr T\u00eb! Ti je borxhi e shp\u00ebrblimi im! Je ngaz\u00ebllimi i p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt, kur dora e Atit m\u00eb ngre!<\/p>\n
Ndaj, ji sogjetari im! P\u00ebrgjom\u00eb, p\u00ebrmendm\u00eb, kur pran\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb afrohen kurthet e ngurta, q\u00eb t\u00eb mund t\u00eb t\u00eb kthej atje, nga ku, m’u dhurove!<\/p>\n
Tani t\u00eb kam p\u00ebrs\u00ebri mbi gisht\u00ebrinj. Ti vezullon mes bardh\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb tyre dhe un\u00eb kundroj kuror\u00ebn t\u00ebnde t\u00eb kulluar. Momenti shteg\u00ebtar m\u00eb krijoi ndjesin\u00eb, se po mbaja nj\u00eb planet n\u00eb dor\u00eb. Por, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ata, nuk mund t\u00eb arripn\u00eb \u00e7mueshm\u00ebrin\u00eb t\u00ebnde, o loti im!<\/p>\n
Efrosina Noti
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Proz\u00eb poetike nga Efrosina Noti (korrik 1996) mbi lotin si dhurat\u00eb shpirt\u00ebrore, ripag\u00ebzim dhe shp\u00ebrblim p\u00ebr Atin. P\u00ebrshkruan shpirt\u00ebroren e pendimit, udh\u00ebtimin e shpirtit p\u00ebrmes ngurt\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb bot\u00ebs dhe fluturimit drejt Per\u00ebndis\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"nentitulli":"","numri":"2 (53)","viti":"1997","muaji":"Shkurt","muaji_numer":"2","dita":"","faqet":"[10]","fjale_kyce":"[\"lot\", \"shpirt\", \"pendim\", \"ripag\u00ebzim\", \"Efrosina Noti\", \"proz\u00eb poetike\", \"lutje\", \"Ati\", \"perlor\", \"bekim\"]","permbledhje":"Proz\u00eb poetike nga Efrosina Noti (korrik 1996) mbi lotin si dhurat\u00eb shpirt\u00ebrore, ripag\u00ebzim dhe shp\u00ebrblim p\u00ebr Atin. P\u00ebrshkruan shpirt\u00ebroren e pendimit, udh\u00ebtimin e shpirtit p\u00ebrmes ngurt\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb bot\u00ebs dhe fluturimit drejt Per\u00ebndis\u00eb.","autori":"Efrosina Noti","kategoria":"Let\u00ebrsi \/ Proz\u00eb poetike","kryeredaktor":""},"ngjallja_kategoria":[10244],"ngjallja_autori":[9257],"ngjallja_viti":[10219],"ngjallja_kryeredaktor":[],"class_list":["post-83988","ngjallja_article","type-ngjallja_article","status-publish","hentry","ngjallja_kategoria-letersi-proze-poetike","ngjallja_autori-efrosina-noti","ngjallja_viti-10219"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n