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Nga Ilirian Zhupa<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Nj\u00eb pik\u00ebllim i fis\u00ebm, nj\u00eb nostalgji p\u00ebrqeth\u00ebse, shum\u00eb poezi braktisjeje, humbjeje e p\u00ebrhumbjeje, si nj\u00eb simfoni elegjake p\u00ebr veten, brenda vetes, nga vetja dhe sigurisht… edhe p\u00ebr ne.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Kjo ishte ndjesia q\u00eb pata nga leximi i par\u00eb i k\u00ebsaj\u00a0 p\u00ebrmbledhjejepoetike. M\u00eb pas, kjo ndjesi forcohet e\u00a0 p\u00ebrimtohet nga kumbimet e humbimet e rileximit t\u00eb\u00a0 kat\u00ebr cikleve me poezi q\u00eb si kat\u00ebr an\u00ebt e horizontit\u00a0 shfaqin pamje dhe koh\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshme t\u00eb s\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebs bot\u00eb\u00a0 poetike q\u00eb tenton t\u00eb ndez\u00eb flak\u00ebn metaforike t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetimeve dhe emocioneve artistike te gjith\u00ebsecili prej\u00a0 nesh.<\/span><\/p>\n Mero Baze e ka nisur her\u00ebt rrug\u00ebn e poezis\u00eb. Poezia\u00a0 ka qen\u00eb shandani i par\u00eb q\u00eb i ka ndri\u00e7uar shtigjet p\u00ebr te\u00a0 pylli i madh i fjal\u00ebve. Me k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb, ai rrahu vise t\u00eb\u00a0 shumta t\u00eb shkrimit, t\u00eb publicistik\u00ebs, analiz\u00ebs e polemik\u00ebs, t\u00eb memuaristik\u00ebs e historiografis\u00eb, por me sa duket,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cRepublika e par\u00eb\u201d dhe e fundit e fjal\u00ebs p\u00ebr t\u00eb, ka qen\u00eb\u00a0 dhe mbetet poezia.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n E mbaj mend bllokun me vjersha q\u00eb bashk\u00ebpatrioti\u00a0 im, student i gjeologji-minierave e solli t\u2019i lexonim bashk\u00eb te gazeta \u201cZ\u00ebri i rinis\u00eb\u201d. Binin er\u00eb natyr\u00eb t\u00eb harlisur, brufullim\u00eb dhe vlag\u00eb Jugu. Publikoi vet\u00ebm ca\u00a0 pak prej tyre, pastaj heshti gjat\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u2019u shfaqur dhjet\u00eb\u00a0 vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb me librin e titulluar \u201cJug\u201d dhe sot, pra\u00a0 afro dyzet\u00eb vjet pas atij takimi njoh\u00ebs, me librin poetik\u00a0 gati antologjik \u201cShi me balt\u00eb\u201d.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n P\u00ebrpara kat\u00ebr cikleve q\u00eb p\u00ebrb\u00ebjn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lib\u00ebr, si nj\u00eb\u00a0 testament trondit\u00ebs, \u00ebsht\u00eb balada \u201cAtdheu\u201d. Jo ky q\u00eb\u00a0 kemi, po Atdheu q\u00eb duan poet\u00ebt dhe s\u2019ua lejojn\u00eb poet\u00ebve: i bukur, shtatlart\u00eb, heroik, fytyr\u00ebhequr si shk\u00ebmbi, fisnik, i ndersh\u00ebm, i men\u00e7ur, patriot.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Por n\u00eb fakt, thot\u00eb autori, e v\u00ebrteta e atdheut \u00ebsht\u00eb\u00a0 ndryshe dhe poet\u00ebt e mbulojn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb me vellon\u00a0 e tyre t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb. Atdheu si kal\u00eb i drobitur, \u201ct\u00ebrheq\u00a0 p\u00ebrdit\u00eb karron e halleve\u201d, skafist\u00ebt \u00e7ajn\u00eb detet, djemt\u00eb\u00a0 humbin n\u00eb sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e drogave dhe i l\u00ebn\u00eb \u201cN\u00ebnat shami zeza mbytur n\u00eb derte\u2026\u201d Pamja e Atdheut ndryshon e\u00a0 zbukurohet me lek\u00ebt e fituara pa pun\u00eb, njer\u00ebzit e tij\u00a0 \u201cg\u00eblltitin lot\u00ebt para t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetave\u201d, gjyshet nuk kan\u00eb m\u00eb\u00a0 nip\u00ebr e mbesa t\u2019u tregojn\u00eb p\u00ebrralla, shum\u00eb shkrimtar\u00eb\u00a0 e njer\u00ebz publik\u00eb b\u00ebhen t\u00eb pasur nga plehrat dhe jo nga\u00a0 librat, etj., etj. Edhe pse Atdheu\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cka kulla, vetura e thesare,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n shpalos e tregon k\u00ebmish\u00ebn e palar\u00eb.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u00cbsht\u00eb nga rastet e rralla ky artikulim i tunxht\u00eb, i de ndur, i hapur, fshikullues n\u00eb poezin\u00eb shqipe. Gazetari,\u00a0 polemisti, analisti i palodhur q\u00eb p\u00ebrballet p\u00ebrdit\u00eb me\u00a0 t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat e lakuriqta, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb poezi mposhtet, i jep t\u00eb\u00a0 drejt\u00eb poetit t\u00eb heshtur dhe t\u00eb t\u00ebrhequr q\u00eb ka brenda\u00a0 vetes, pavar\u00ebsisht se n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb retorike thot\u00eb:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cMos i besoni poet\u00ebt q\u00eb k\u00ebndojn\u00eb Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb,<\/span><\/p>\n S\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb Atdheu q\u00eb na ka b\u00ebr\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb qar\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n Ngjajm\u00eb shum\u00eb me t\u00eb edhe pse s\u2019e dim\u00eb,<\/span><\/p>\n E vram\u00eb ne at\u00eb apo ai na ka vrar\u00eb…\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Nj\u00eb apel i qart\u00eb, gati i p\u00ebrjetsh\u00ebm q\u00eb e kan\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb\u00a0 gdhendur Naimi, Konica, Fishta, etj.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ky lib\u00ebr me poezi, kjo poem\u00eb elegjiake, me t\u00eb kat\u00ebr\u00a0 pjes\u00ebt e saj, i k\u00ebndon humbjes, asaj t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithshmes\u00a0 dhe asaj vetjakes, asaj t\u00eb p\u00ebrbotshmes dhe asaj t\u00eb p\u00ebr ve\u00e7mes, asaj t\u00eb pritur\u00ebs dhe asaj t\u00eb stisur\u00ebs. Braktisjes\u00a0 s\u00eb gj\u00ebrave t\u00eb shtrenjta, bot\u00ebs q\u00eb na ik\u00ebn p\u00ebrdit\u00eb, na\u00a0 shket nga syt\u00eb, nga duart, nga mendja e nga shpirti si\u00a0 r\u00ebra…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n T\u00eb kat\u00ebr ciklet, si kat\u00ebr harqe ure, k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb t\u00eb mbar tin n\u00eb t\u00eb ardhmen f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb me gj\u00ebrat e saj t\u00eb shenj ta, koh\u00ebn q\u00eb jetuam me privacionet dhe q\u00ebndres\u00ebn e\u00a0 saj, vdekjen e trisht\u00eb q\u00eb na merr nga duart e nga sy t\u00eb njer\u00ebzit m\u00eb t\u00eb dashur dhe dashurin\u00eb q\u00eb na b\u00ebn t\u00eb\u00a0 mbetemi gjer n\u00eb frym\u00ebn e fundit si \u201cPylli q\u00eb pret se\u00a0 mos vijn\u00eb (s\u00ebrish) zogjt\u00eb…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n N\u00eb poezit\u00eb e k\u00ebtij libri, n\u00ebn hirin e fjal\u00ebve dhe ima zheve t\u00eb trishta, \u00ebsht\u00eb prushi q\u00eb ruan ndezur zjarrin\u00a0 e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb, ashtu si\u00e7 ruan n\u00ebna p\u00ebr t\u00eb birin q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb\u00a0 larg, me k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulje e merak, nj\u00eb vesh rrushi n\u00eb har dhin\u00eb e oborrit.<\/span><\/p>\n “Mes floririt q\u00eb shkund vjeshta nd\u00ebr pem\u00eb,<\/span><\/p>\n …nga zogjt\u00eb p\u00ebrgjysmuar\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Duke num\u00ebruar dit\u00ebt e kthimit n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, ajo b\u00ebhet\u00a0 vet\u00eb zog dhe shpend me krah\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoj\u00eb \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb\u00a0 mund\u00eb p\u00ebr djalin q\u00eb kthehet me pushime n\u00eb dim\u00ebr.<\/span><\/p>\n Sot, u jemi larguar shum\u00eb malit, fush\u00ebs, pyllit, lu mit, fisit, fshatit, qytetit periferik, pa e kuptuar q\u00eb po i\u00a0 largohemi vetes. Me sa duket, n\u00eb viset tona, n\u00eb vendin\u00a0 ton\u00eb jemi shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb banor\u00eb dixhital\u00eb q\u00eb ndjehemi\u00a0 e sillemi si turist\u00eb. Edhe kur t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto i ruajm\u00eb n\u00eb\u00a0 kujtes\u00eb, nuk mund t\u2019ua kthejm\u00eb kurr\u00eb jet\u00ebn, gjall\u00ebrin\u00eb\u00a0 dhe harlisjen q\u00eb kan\u00eb pasur.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n N\u00ebna, kur djali e \u00e7on pas shum\u00eb koh\u00ebsh n\u00eb fshat, nuk\u00a0 sheh m\u00eb asgj\u00eb nga ato q\u00eb kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb dhe autori e gjen<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0 \u201c\u2026her\u00ebt, t\u00eb vetme n\u00eb verand\u00eb,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0duke vizatuar sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr me lot…\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Babai, n\u00eb poezin\u00eb \u201cUdh\u00ebtimi i fundit\u201d, gjen gjith\u00e7ka\u00a0 t\u00eb zvog\u00ebluar e t\u00eb rr\u00ebgjuar dhe ndjehet n\u00eb faj.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cBastuni dridhej nga mungesa e pesh\u00ebs\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Si deg\u00eb pa gravitet q\u00eb n\u00eb aj\u00ebr rri.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Kostumi ishte bosh, qe fshehur babai\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Nga frika mos e merrja me vete p\u00ebrs\u00ebri…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Jo thjesht p\u00ebr autorin, as p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn dhe babain, por\u00a0 edhe p\u00ebr djemt\u00eb e tij, vendlindja nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb ajo e\u00a0 rr\u00ebfimeve. Nuk ka m\u00eb dhelpra, zogj q\u00eb flen\u00eb n\u00eb brir\u00ebt\u00a0 e drer\u00ebve, ujq q\u00eb i zbon qeni besnik, m\u00ebllenja, uj\u00ebra,\u00a0 uj\u00ebvara, pyje pa fund…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Vendlindja e treguar prej tij p\u00ebr djemt\u00eb, tani \u00ebsht\u00eb\u00a0 nj\u00eb g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr e madhe.<\/span><\/p>\n “…I g\u00ebnjeva djemt\u00eb nga frika mos harroja Vendlindjen q\u00eb e lash\u00eb qysh f\u00ebmi<\/span><\/p>\n Dhe hakmarrja e braktisjes m\u00eb nd\u00ebshkoi,\u00a0 Ma plasi shpirtin si \u00e7do dashuri…\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ndenj\u00ebm gjat\u00eb n\u00eb tem\u00ebn e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb, sepse aty jan\u00eb\u00a0 \u00e7el\u00ebsat q\u00eb hapin dyert metaforike t\u00eb poezis\u00eb s\u00eb Mero Bazes. Edhe \u00e7el\u00ebsi p\u00ebr t\u00eb hapur guack\u00ebn e ciklit \u201cZ\u00ebra\u00a0 pa jehon\u00eb\u201d, poezi t\u00eb shkruara kryesisht n\u00eb Krast\u00eb e Bat\u00ebr\u00a0 – Martanesh, n\u00eb prag dhe kap\u00ebrcyell t\u00eb shembjes s\u00eb sis temit diktatorial. Ky grusht poezish nga jeta e njer\u00ebzve\u00a0 t\u00eb mbyllur mes maleve, ku \u201c…mij\u00ebra vet\u00eb marrin frym\u00eb\u00a0 dhe n\u00ebn dhe…\u201d, jan\u00eb nj\u00eb homazh p\u00ebr minator\u00ebt dhe t\u00eb\u00a0 burgosurit politik\u00eb t\u00eb regjimit.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cK\u00ebtu nuk vihet p\u00ebr t\u2019u pasuruar,<\/span><\/p>\n Megjith\u00ebse gur\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7muar nxirren p\u00ebrdit\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n K\u00ebtu vijn\u00eb ata q\u00eb s\u2019kan\u00eb \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb humbasin;<\/span><\/p>\n As jet\u00ebn, as vdekjen, as dashurit\u00eb!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Me r\u00ebnien e regjimit, t\u00eb burgosurit politik\u00eb lirohen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n “Te dera e hekurt nuk presin m\u00eb n\u00ebnat<\/span><\/p>\n Me shpres\u00ebn fshehur fut\u00ebs s\u00eb zez\u00eb,<\/span><\/p>\n Si ftua q\u00eb s\u2019kalbej nga koha e gjat\u00eb<\/span><\/p>\n N\u00eb sepeten e durimit m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb pres\u00eb.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Nd\u00ebrsa t\u00eb burgosurit kan\u00eb ikur, n\u00eb ngrehinat fanta zma kan\u00eb ngelur vet\u00ebm rojet e burgut dhe familjar\u00eb t\u00eb\u00a0 tyre q\u00eb p\u00ebrpiqen t\u00eb pastrojn\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka, (mbase dhe njo llat e gjakut e krimit).\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAta q\u00eb ik\u00ebn s\u2019kishin gj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb,<\/span><\/p>\n Ata q\u00eb mbet\u00ebn kan\u00eb frik\u00eb Lirin\u00eb…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n N\u00eb poezin\u00eb e nj\u00ebmendt\u00eb shqipe dhe bot\u00ebrore, ka shu m\u00eb vjesht\u00eb, shi dhe balt\u00eb, shum\u00eb dhimbje dashurie dhe\u00a0 ndarjesh. K\u00ebshtu, n\u00eb visin ku \u201cStreh\u00ebt e vjetra s\u2019i mbaj n\u00eb dot m\u00eb \u00e7erdhet…\u201d; ku Trifon Xhagjik\u00ebn autori e\u00a0 sjell t\u00eb gurt\u00eb lart, n\u00eb fshat, q\u00eb\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c…T\u00eb jet\u00eb larg vras\u00ebsve t\u00eb rinj,<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Q\u00eb vrasin fjal\u00ebn t\u00eb mos ket\u00eb poet\u00eb…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Ku Arben Run\u00ebs i sjell n\u00eb Nivic\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb, librat dhe orendit\u00eb, por s\u2019e sjell dot at\u00eb vet\u00eb.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ku miqt\u00eb \u201cshpikin\u201d Sokol Olldashin ndryshe dhe i\u00a0 thon\u00eb:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cS\u2019na duheshe shum\u00eb kur ishe mes nesh,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n T\u00eb rib\u00ebm\u00eb se na duhesh tani q\u00eb ke ikur…\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ku mbase jo vet\u00ebm metaforikisht, mbi ne bie shi me balt\u00eb dhe ku \u201cLiria (ka) ardhur pa buk\u00eb me vete.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Mero Baze ka shum\u00eb dashuri e dhimbje, ka shum\u00eb pen gje e p\u00ebrbetime n\u00eb poezin\u00eb e tij.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n T\u00eb gjitha bashk\u00eb i japin forc\u00eb e pesh\u00eb fjal\u00ebs poetike.\u00a0 N\u00ebn trysnin\u00eb e tyre, fjala merr shk\u00eblqime, kuptime dhe\u00a0 n\u00ebnkuptime t\u00eb shumta metaforike. Dashuria p\u00ebr auto rin ndrin si dielli dhe mbytet si Titaniku.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb e re dhe e vjet\u00ebr, e par\u00eb dhe e fundit, e \u00ebnd\u00ebrrt dhe reale.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Gjith\u00eb poezit\u00eb e dashuris\u00eb shfaqin nj\u00eb shk\u00eblqim dhe\u00a0 p\u00ebrhumbje t\u00eb qenies njer\u00ebzore, sikur jan\u00eb nj\u00eb manual p\u00ebr dashurit\u00eb e gjalla dhe t\u00eb vdekura…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cEci n\u00eb park me shpres\u00eb se jam vet\u00ebm,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Pa kthyer kok\u00ebn pas kush vrapon.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Fantazmat tuaja e di q\u00eb jan\u00eb rrotull,<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Por ve\u00e7 meje askush s\u2019i dallon…<\/span><\/p>\n Eci si n\u00eb nj\u00eb varrez\u00eb me varre pa emra<\/span><\/p>\n Njer\u00ebzish q\u00eb s\u2019dihet si vdiq\u00ebn, kush jan\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n Ndoshta thon\u00eb se jam vras\u00ebsi i tyre<\/span><\/p>\n Dhe pse t\u00eb gjith\u00eb e din\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb vran\u00eb…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Dhe pastaj, p\u00ebrfundimi aksiomatik:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cT\u00eb gjitha dashurit\u00eb i ruan tradhtia,<\/span><\/p>\n Si\u00e7 ruajn\u00eb mikrobet ver\u00ebn n\u00eb plevic\u00eb…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Pavar\u00ebsisht se \u00e7\u2019shkruhet n\u00eb CV -n\u00eb zyrtare t\u00eb au torit, cilido q\u00eb do lexoj\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lib\u00ebr me poezi, ve\u00e7 k\u00eb naq\u00ebsis\u00eb artistike do shoh\u00eb si n\u00eb nj\u00eb ekran filmi, her\u00eb\u00a0 bardh\u00eb e zi e her\u00eb me ngjyra, jet\u00ebn dhe brendin\u00eb e v\u00ebr tet\u00eb t\u00eb Mero Bazes. Sepse poezia, kjo \u201cgj\u00eb\u201d e vog\u00ebl dhe\u00a0 na\u00efve, si natyra, e brishta, e buta, e lehta, kur \u00ebsht\u00eb e\u00a0 nj\u00ebmendt\u00eb si n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lib\u00ebr, na \u00e7on t\u00eb prekim e t\u00eb ndjej m\u00eb thelbin e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb t\u00eb qenieve njer\u00ebzore. Sepse thelbi\u00a0 i mbijetes\u00ebs s\u00eb bot\u00ebs, \u00ebsht\u00eb mbijetesa e gj\u00ebrave t\u00eb buta;\u00a0 e barit, e pem\u00ebs, e shpendit, e alg\u00ebs, e prekjes, e pritjes, e dashuris\u00eb, e lindjes, e vdekjes, e ndjenj\u00ebs…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Zulmet dhe kulmet nuk jan\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetshme, vendet dhe\u00a0 shtetet shuhen nga faqja e dheut, luft\u00ebrat dhe paqet\u00a0 ha-rrohen, por ajo e brishta, e vogla mbin dhe rritet\u00a0 edhe mbi g\u00ebrmadha. Ajo e brendshmja, e qarta dhe e\u00a0 err\u00ebta \u00ebsht\u00eb shfaqja dhe streha m\u00eb serioze q\u00eb mund t\u00eb\u00a0 nd\u00ebrtohet nga fjal\u00ebt p\u00ebr njeriun. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb fara-thelb\u00a0 dhe ky lib\u00ebr tenton t\u00eb jet\u00eb ura q\u00eb shpie p\u00ebr tek e ardhmja k\u00ebto fara t\u00eb pamodifikuara t\u00eb jet\u00ebs.<\/span><\/p>\n “M\u00ebhalla ime\u00a0 \u00ebsht\u00eb pallto e grisur<\/span><\/p>\n Q\u00eb pret diellin ta arnoj\u00eb me copa resh.<\/span><\/p>\n M\u00ebhalla ime \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebmish\u00eb e djersitur,<\/span><\/p>\n Q\u00eb laget e thahet n\u00eb trup kur e vesh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n A mund t\u00eb shtohet a t\u00eb hiqet gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebr m\u00ebhallat e\u00a0 gjyshst\u00ebrgjysh\u00ebrve tan\u00eb dhe tonat pas k\u00ebtyre vargjeve?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Kam qen\u00eb dhe jam i bindur se pavar\u00ebsisht nga zejet e\u00a0 shumta me fjal\u00ebn q\u00eb ai ushtron, poezia \u00ebsht\u00eb \u201cthembra e Akilit\u201d p\u00ebr Mero Bazen, ashtu si\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr bashk\u00ebpatriot\u00ebt dhe miqt\u00eb e tij t\u00eb shquar tepelenas, Petrit\u00a0 Ruka, Sadik Bejko, Qazim Shemaj etj.<\/span><\/p>\n Gusht, 2024<\/span><\/p>\n Nga Ilirian Zhupa Nj\u00eb pik\u00ebllim i fis\u00ebm, nj\u00eb nostalgji p\u00ebrqeth\u00ebse, shum\u00eb poezi braktisjeje, humbjeje e p\u00ebrhumbjeje, si nj\u00eb simfoni elegjake p\u00ebr veten, brenda vetes, nga vetja dhe sigurisht… edhe p\u00ebr ne.\u00a0 Kjo ishte ndjesia q\u00eb pata nga leximi i par\u00eb i k\u00ebsaj\u00a0 p\u00ebrmbledhjejepoetike. 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