tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68898474434926235492012-02-16T10:29:01.973+01:00MARDENAKmardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-49852098204969465722010-10-27T16:33:00.003+01:002010-10-27T16:36:48.607+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/TMhG_BY8JjI/AAAAAAAAALY/5J_iuyi5uag/s1600/32579_120947464611096_100000875305092_107692_3599648_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/TMhG_BY8JjI/AAAAAAAAALY/5J_iuyi5uag/s320/32579_120947464611096_100000875305092_107692_3599648_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532750190743397938" /></a><br />Dua te jem ulur ne mes te sheshit atdhe<br />dhe ndjej kete qetesi nate <br />le te kem ftohte, le te kem frike <br />dua te jem atij sheshi ku lash fryme rinore<br />mengjeseve fllad endrrash<br />mbremjeve lot brengash<br />dua te jem ne sheshin atdhe <br />te shoh e prek zera miqsh<br />tu them me fal casteve qe lash pa i pyetur<br />sa do ish pesha e mallit <br />dhe ato do ti bente harrese <br />Ku jane valle castet e mija <br />lagur, diku cepit te sheshit me vese<br />me shprese ....me shprese <br />ommmmmmmm<br />Atdhe lerme kete cast gjumi te me zere <br />mbi sheshin tend<br />perkundur nga peshperime e dashur ....<br />.....e fjaleve miqesore e kujtimeve rinore<br />kam mall te lutem ...<br />...lerme....... <br />Madi<br />vjeshte tetor 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4985209820496946572?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-47246833482620700772010-09-27T19:39:00.002+01:002010-09-27T19:42:38.187+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/TKDlV7J5gXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PoRx17qFT1w/s1600/Immag024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/TKDlV7J5gXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PoRx17qFT1w/s320/Immag024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521665307975450994" /></a><br /><br />Ne peshperimat e ''Dashurise...!<br />fjalet shkunden nga trungu i lodhur i kohes<br /> <br />dhe me ne fund nje -Ah...dhimbjeje <br />perplasje zhurmash shpirterore<br /><br />Toka e rrudhur per nje jave e pak ,<br />shtron mbi rruge eshtra qe kercasin<br /> <br />Planeti brenda universit tone fizik rrudhoset<br /> marshim kalimtaresh shtrak shtrak .<br /> <br />Ne, ne te gjitha gjuhet bejme planin e shekullit..<br />Ne, gjethet e nje trungu me pluhur kozmik<br />Ne ,tipik ndares stinesh ecim pa frik, <br />shtrak shtrak<br />drejt fluturimit magjik ne koh pa stine <br />Me grimca eklipsesh ne aora<br /> neper duar mbajme misterin <br />.......te hedhur ne shpine <br />Vdekshmerine!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4724683348262070077?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-69132665718637139322010-05-11T14:08:00.001+01:002010-05-11T14:12:37.642+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/S-lXuxwdCAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DzlAj2wsykM/s1600/28420_116954311662668_100000442989753_180998_5399568_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/S-lXuxwdCAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DzlAj2wsykM/s320/28420_116954311662668_100000442989753_180998_5399568_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469999683560343554" /></a><br />Kur gjyshet shkruajn per nipcet,<br /> nuk shkruajn ligjerojne<br />nje ze i vjen cuditeshem, <br />me thelle se nga kraherori<br />.... i embel del ,<br />...me i embel se mjalti kur tregojne <br />per te thirrur ne emer gjakun e gjakut<br />Vargezojne .....<br /> <br />Kur gjyshet mengjeseve zgjohen, <br />hallet kane mbarruar cu duhen pasurite<br />nje kukull dhe lodra mbajne neper duar<br />e rendin si flutura me nipcet perdite<br /> <br />Cdo gje ka ikur larg dhe ngelur imazh<br />ska me hesape sa, si, dhe pse ne jete<br />Cdo gje eshte falur....<br />ne preher te perkedhel i vetmi mesazh<br />Qe Zoti paska hedhur Dashuri te vertete!<br /> <br />Keshtu kendojne e shkruajn gjyshet<br />sepse ujisin lendina lulesh <br />qe kurre nuk vyshken.<br /> <br />Madi maj 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-6913266571863713932?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-48041946227536846682010-04-17T15:52:00.001+01:002010-04-17T15:57:53.064+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/S8nMZupexOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/G3b1rOQgAY0/s1600/Immagine+439.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/S8nMZupexOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/G3b1rOQgAY0/s320/Immagine+439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461120765554246882" /></a><br /> <br /><br /> <br />Eja prekme Ti, qe zgjuar do te me gjesh<br />nen driten e shpreses qe kaq shume te kerkova<br />kemishen e pritjes me ty do e zhvesh <br />ku endren e largesie kaq here mbulova<br /> <br />Ti..eja dhe shih si vjen mes nesh agimi<br />ne syte e mi qe me nuk do te enderojne<br />tek buzet e mengjesit do te na ngrije shikimi<br />kur te ndjejme zogjte e lulet qe na pergjojne<br /> <br />Dhe mos e hidh me kurre varken e hikjes<br />lotit te ndarjes mes nesh qofte dhe nje cast...<br />... te me lesh malluar<br />nuk mund te ndez me dritezen e pritjes <br />neper akujt e murreve largesise ndertuar<br />Eja ... mos vono .....!<br /><br /> <br />Eja Syri im <br /> <br /> <br />Eja nen kete drite oqeanike dhe me shih <br />si askush nuk me ka pare <br />vetem Ti.. vetem Ti sy magjik i shpirtit qe dhemb <br />sheh lotin shenderruar det ne fund kurre te thare<br /> <br /><br /><br /> <br />Neteve do te jem ne pritje te kesaj peshperime<br />qe sjell zeri yt nga larg dhe une marr kengen time<br />nen driten e henes nje lutje bej me pergjerim<br />te te takoj Ty Yll i bukur ,po le te behem therrime<br /> <br /><br /> <br />Agimet do te me gjejne me ty perseri keshtu<br />perkedhelur nga rezja e pare syte e lotuar<br />qe prekjen vetem ender e marr ketu<br />ender qe s'paska kurre te mbarruar<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br />Kete stuhi qe fati ma njohu dhe i falem<br />reflekton e gjitha tashme ne oret e mija <br />asnje kujtimi askund nuk dua ti ndalem <br />se vetem me Ty preka lotet dhe c'eshte ndjesia<br /> <br /> <br /><br />Eja I ....eja i dashur<br />ne kete ishull te qete sa here ndjen breng ,eja me mua <br />te imagjinates ngelemi malluar gjithe jeten <br />po sa here ndjen mall eja te te them TE DUA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4804194622753684668?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-45055540071801579832009-12-05T20:48:00.002+01:002009-12-05T20:52:49.058+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Sxq6Abe9krI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EG5tYcgjsI4/s1600-h/000I0525q0x.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Sxq6Abe9krI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EG5tYcgjsI4/s320/000I0525q0x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411842418779460274" /></a><br />vargjet e mija varrur ballkoneve ,<br />dritareve te ketij qyteti<br />njezet vite i shoh tashme kudo<br />zbardhur e grisur nga errerat e mallit <br />pa ngjyren e bukur te fjales <br /> <br />ne murret e vjetra te ketij qyteti<br /> qe kriperat e Adriatikut moleve ,,,,<br />...hedhin litaret e tyre dallge <br />e lene shenje kristalesh ne dritaret e mbyllura<br />qendron varrur dhe vargu im i pathene <br /> <br />poezia ime klandestine <br />nje pikture afashinate qe zbret si lot....<br />e le shenje zemrash larg te ngrira<br />fjalet e lira jane shpesh klandestine <br />njezet vjet ...<br />duke mermeritur fraza malli <br />...me doren mbeshtetur ne zemer <br />puth horizontin Qiell Det!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4505554007180157983?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-14277141521702937862009-05-15T11:10:00.003+01:002009-05-27T16:01:07.847+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Sh1VlFtIQAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/irJsr6eked8/s1600-h/7369b996613c3521aa169bbnu7.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Sh1VlFtIQAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/irJsr6eked8/s320/7369b996613c3521aa169bbnu7.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340518828806258690" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Sg1AhuCZsgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ygGKf_esbr0/s1600-h/Senza+nome.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Sg1AhuCZsgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ygGKf_esbr0/s320/Senza+nome.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335992081541870082" /></a><br /> <br /><br /> <br />Tani shkoj te fle<br />...dhe pse eshte dite<br />qetesisht me doren tende futur ne shpirtin tim<br />duke lene te kuqte e mullages <br />puthur nga vesa e mengjesit ende jashte <br />Falem...<br />...falem qe ata shpirtera te shpetojne <br />shpirtrat e agimeve<br />mbas perendimeve ku mjegullat shtrihen ne kanalet e kujteses<br />pa trup, pa endrra<br />deshirat i le te lira si ushtaret antike <br />qe s'mundet ti kapin <br />cdo vale qe si ty kthehet dhe nje shpirt shkon<br />e neper vale ti shkon e nje shpirt kthehet<br />duke kapercyer furtunat e matane kohes<br />ti je perseri fjale e bukur e jetes ...<br />Miqesi!<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Miqesise.. <br /> <br />Ne rrugen e Durresit u ndame miqte e mi<br />duke rendur drejt kohes qe tabllo endrrash kishim krijuar<br />trotuarit tashme thyer i lame zerin tone jehone ''do te vij,,<br />duke qeshur e qare me ndjesite rinore pa shijuar <br /> <br />supit djaloshare derdheshin floket kacurela te mikes<br />buzen e lamtumires tatuazh sot ,gjoksit rrin<br />kur u ndame ,atje ku gjetem rrugen e ikjes <br />mbas mjegulles vjeshtake lame me te bukurin kujtim<br /> <br />Ate cope qiell me vehte e morrem si pentagram te kenges <br />tani larg <br />me ju miq e ndava pa menduar<br /> rrugeve te ftohta do ecja ne rrudhat e gjalla te brenges <br />morra kitaren duke vene notat <br />sa me keni munguar<br />sa me keni munguar....<br /> <br />Kam ardhur te gjej kaq here nje lot te pa thare ende <br />sy mbeshtetur Dajtit, bulevardit, pazarit vjeter emrin e tyre belbezoj <br />sa vetmi, zhurme qe heshte brenda meje dhembeshem <br />rrjedha e lumit Lane ashtu lodhur derdhur ne dete <br />kengen e mallit per ju brigjeve te tjera ma dergoj <br /> <br /> sjell perseri ketu zerin tim te kenges se malluar<br />dedikuar brezit tim ne emer te miqesise <br />me kete rini sot rritur prane meje merguar<br />te ndjej shijen e atdheut qiellin tim te dashurise <br /> <br /> <br />Dhe pastaj.miqesisht. ...<br /> <br />Shelgut lotderdhur degezat ja gershetoj...<br /> te kesaj pranvere ja hedh kurore, lulet e shpreses...<br />portat e largimit ende rrine hapur....<br />ku hyjne e dalin renkimet e harreses<br />Miqte e mi...<br />......Une dhe stinet<br />rrime ulur... ,<br /> ...tryezes me mbulese kujtimesh i hedhim therrime malli<br />e gishterinjte ngjyejm tastierave te uritur cdo dite<br />nuk jemi vetem...ah.. . sigurisht<br />sepse me takimin e heshtur <br />...nuk mbushen udhet driteverbuese te largimeve <br />keshtu gjithmone malluar diku jemi sinqerisht!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-1427714152170293786?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-84454510638759389952008-09-23T13:42:00.003+01:002008-09-23T13:50:28.717+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SNjlvTvLzKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4Q6hX8bmg3c/s1600-h/Immagine+452.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SNjlvTvLzKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4Q6hX8bmg3c/s320/Immagine+452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249197966615104674" /></a><br /> Dedikuar ty mik i shtrejte Salvatore Stica Toti! <br />Duke pritur nga yjet te me flisnin nje fjale<br />Ndjeva doren tende supeve te mija ngadale<br />Buzeqeshur me pyete ..<br />ne cilen gjuhe po lutesha drejt qiellit mahnitur<br /> ne brigjet e nje lumi ,<br />qe bregut me kish ndaluar<br />dhe une e gateshme sikur Ty te kisha pritur<br /> te fola kaq gjate per vendin e malluar<br />qe syve me kish mbetur pikloti ngrire<br />Degjoje per nje vend qe dukej si perralle<br />Me male magjik , shekullore kala te veshur me njemije e nje dritare<br />degjoje dhe tabllos i vije ngjyre blu<br />si endrra ime humbur flu....<br />E buzeqeshje me gjuhen time shpirterore <br />qe dukej si peshperime me eren<br />imazhi yt me erdhi kaq qiellor<br />vjeshtes se asaj dite mi solli pranveren<br />Pikturen e atij casti mbaj varur ne murrin e kujteses<br />pasi ishte shtytja ime pare <br />drejt lumit Piave te marr udhetim e jetes <br />qe shfaqej cdo dite me te reja enderrim<br />e kaq here mi vure ngjyre dhe rrezatim<br />Vjeshta...me njohu dhe me ndau nga Ty<br />si gjethet bie sot ky lot i vargezuar<br />Falme nese me sheh dhe ndjen merzi<br />nga loti qe faqeve me paska tradhetuar<br />Te gjithe jemi straniere me thoshe..<br />Mos i merr si halle shkallet e kohes pa koh<br />kemi shkak te prekim mundesine<br /> per sa zgjodhem ndalesen ne Toke dhe vetmine<br />Lindur vetem dhe udhetare gjithnje e kudo<br />Ndaj buzeqesh dhe jep dashuri mos gjyko <br />dhe pse shpesh ndihesh e gjykuar<br />Jemi ne shkallen e njerzimit te harruar<br />perderisa askush me nuk ndjen dhe nuk shikon<br />kjo fjale te ngushellon?<br />Nese zgjohemi nga kjo enderr Jete<br />Pasi Vdekja nuk ekziston...<br />vetem udhetojme ...<br />ne barken e eksperiences<br />atehere ndjejme qe e gjitha mbetet Iluzion!<br />Une ne peshperimen e eres do te te kerkoj<br />sepse e di qe nese hesht zhurma e genjeshtert<br /> tingujt e zerit tend mbetur aty tek pema do ti degjoj!<br />E lame ketu te miren miku im....keshtu do te kujtoj<br />Madi 20.09.2008Treviso IT<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-8445451063875938995?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-81886641297162015962008-09-12T01:17:00.001+01:002008-09-12T01:19:51.488+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SMm1oAG8WdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/41jnRg_JQZ4/s1600-h/Immagine+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SMm1oAG8WdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/41jnRg_JQZ4/s320/Immagine+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244922939878169042" /></a><br />Ne katin e peste te kohes <br /><br />231 shkalle<br /><br />ne ballkonin e kujtimit ,ngel lulja e jetes<br /><br />e vetmja shenje qe i leme prekjes <br /><br />nga dikush tjeter gdhendet emri ,<br /><br />pastaj...<br /><br />....ne Porten Infinite...<br /><br />pas vdekjes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-8188664129716201596?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-49282029123739727082008-09-12T01:10:00.002+01:002008-09-12T01:13:11.319+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SMm0C6kY1DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GrAzVPpWMoA/s1600-h/Immagine+090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SMm0C6kY1DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GrAzVPpWMoA/s320/Immagine+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921203224269874" /></a><br /><br />...kaq here te dergova mesazhe cod dashurish<br /><br />telepatikisht sigurisht...<br /><br /> sepse rrojme ne castin e pa ndjeshmeris <br /><br />ne ate klik emocionesh imagjinare<br /><br />nuk ka mundesi<br /><br /> ....kjo eshte gjuha ime edhe keshtu heshtur<br /><br />ende cod i panjohur shifrash <br /><br />germat kthehen puthje po edhe plumba shpirteror<br /><br />Ndjesia ne mollza te gishtave tregues godet <br /><br />me gjuajtje thonjzgjatur qe mbajne baktere krizash mendore<br /><br /> e flene qetesisht<br /><br /> qepallat qe kycin sy te lotuar e mendje te cprishur ,<br /><br />per pak ndjesi...<br /><br />Ndergjegje do te thote.... <br /><br />Urrejtja, eshte nje kujtim i larget<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4928202912373972708?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-2369346207529047952008-08-06T01:45:00.003+01:002008-12-12T04:49:04.016+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SJj07RmrFGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dR_bHbC0kmg/s1600-h/per+ty.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SJj07RmrFGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dR_bHbC0kmg/s200/per+ty.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231200266365899874" /></a><br />Ne kete hyrje gushti ku frymezimi behet pike djerse<br /> e shket gjoksit malluar<br />po shkruaj vertete per ty, <br />sepse ndjeva qe zemra brenda te me trokase<br /> keshtu te dy pa u ndare askund ,<br />me kete dashuri ende te pa-ngopur ende te pajetuar..<br />dua syte e tu oqean pafund <br /> qe nxehtin e gushtit ta shuaj kengen mesgushtore ta ngas<br />Gushtit nuk le kengen te me flere <br />,dhe buzeve u ve pentagram <br />gati bej notat qe reve shamilehta te lekundin <br />cepat gishtrinjeve te holle rrezeve diellore ..<br />.. te zbresin si puthjet aty te me behen kenge qiellore<br />Po ''Ty ''une te quaj vehte dhe pse prane te kam,<br /> ndej mall sepse me je frymezimi ,<br /> me ishe endrra ne breng... ....<br />sot qetesi , fllad mengjesi, neteve me kthehesh yll<br />Prekje eja, eja me prane, koken mbeshtetma prane ballit tim <br />... dhe ...lexome sy mbyllur mendimin<br />Jetes tjeter shija drejtimin per ku dhe kur, <br />aty leme prap te dy takim perseri per Udhetimin!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-236934620752904795?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-46120658739752953292008-08-06T01:35:00.003+01:002008-12-12T04:49:04.198+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SJjzl0XC5pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7dJRTpMkhzs/s1600-h/foto+natale2007+365.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/SJjzl0XC5pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7dJRTpMkhzs/s200/foto+natale2007+365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231198798226843282" /></a><br />150863.... <br />E kthej koken mbrapa<br /> dhe vargun e viteve nuk le me te me perqeshe<br /> ...si dikur neper rrezimet e deluzionet rinore <br />ndaloj stacioneve <br /> ku ka mbetur ndonje kuti e mbyllur e ndesh <br />me ndjesite e bukura <br />ku tingujt e sokakeve beratase me marrin per dore<br /> trokthet e kujave Mangalemit behen rrahje zemre tashme<br /> qetesisht sy mbyllur tek me shfaqet vargu i viteve embelsisht<br />Une qesh tashme qesh, <br />sepse te gjitha i kam ndjere <br />,te pandare lotet, harresen, vetmine ,<br />miqte, udhetimet ...deri hapin e pare, <br />kam ndjere puthjen e pare te dashurise , <br />rrugices kalldrem derdhur,<br /> gure cmuar,<br />Atje shkojne kujtimet , ku linda, <br />ku jetes i morra krahet, <br />ku u ndjeva e dashuruar<br />Vargun e viteve ne mesgusht nuk e le te me perqesh <br />.....sepse tashme ne kete ndalese kuptoj<br />kam lindur mes dashurise dhe jeta me dashuri me ka fituar<br /> ta jape sa mundem <br />dhe kohes ti le te vetmin vegim me vargje e kenge , <br />plot dashuri bere nga shpirti im<br />Ndalesa e mesgushtit ma jep krahun e nje viti te ri... <br />tek shoh frutin e frutit sot, <br /> 45rrenje dikur i mbolla ..... ....<br />e marr vec arome Shanel e Lumturi!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4612065873975295329?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-59198477431322957512008-03-12T20:44:00.002+01:002008-12-12T04:49:04.566+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R9gzcQAjA6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/kPFKi4u_ZpA/s1600-h/mainimage.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R9gzcQAjA6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/kPFKi4u_ZpA/s200/mainimage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176944332089000866" /></a><br />Pashe ushtaret e tu te shtrire fushes se blerte <br /> mos tu prish endrren e gjetur ,<br />prane tyre qendrova pa fryme<br />duke belbezuar melodine e ngjirur ninanull <br />veht-veten tashme shoh fjetur<br />Nuk flisnin me per lufte, as per dashuri, <br />nuk preknin me barutin e mbetur per puthje te zjarrta<br />flejne te gjithe dhe nata zgjuar rri...<br />...e une ngadale i nisa trupat tek ti pa emer <br /> si tatuazh,mbi gjoks e ne ballin e ftohur te pritjes <br />puthja e percjelljes e pikturuar ne lot kish ngrire <br />ninanulla ime mbulese per ta '' lamtumire''<br />''nuk ka paqe dhe pse keshtu ushtaret vdesin''<br />diku tjeter ata ndezur mbajne lufte me armet e tyre te dashurise <br />per te lene njolla gjaku mbi fushen e bardhe te kohes <br />pa koh ....ushtaret e tu lane diku nje kenge te grisur <br />nga shiu e acari , nga mungesa e thirrjes jemi ketu, nga pritja!<br />notat e jetes tashme rrine lapidar i vetmis !<br />Madi tv12032008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-5919847743132295751?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-49832764420202529222008-02-10T22:47:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:04.625+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R69xteKWS_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eRIPstjNCqU/s1600-h/amrete.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R69xteKWS_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eRIPstjNCqU/s320/amrete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165472323621768178" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Ndarja...</strong></em><br /><br />Pa fjale ...<br />...mbetur neper grimcat e ftohta te kujteses <br />me vijne <br />syt e tu dhe buza qe qesh jo me mua <br />atje ...mbi jastekun e bute <br />ka ngelur ndonje fije e flokeve te mi<br />ku do guxhulisin embel faqet mengjeseve<br />dhe si deshira ime e perhereshme <br />do te vije zgjimi duke qeshur perseri<br />Pa fjale ...<br />mbi tavolinen kafja do te prese e ftohte<br />do te ndjesh ftohte edhe Ti...<br /><br /> <br /><em><strong>Nese do te ...</strong></em><br /> <br />''Sa bukur nese shpirti do te kendonte si vargu<br />do te kishe diell gjithnji dhe neteve te vetmise<br />nje dashuri cdo mengjes do te gjeje te pragu<br />falja do te ishte dhurate prej njerzise...<br /><br /> <br /><em><strong>Pra...</strong></em><br /> <br />...nuk ke koh...jo nuk ke aspak e di<br />asnjehere nuk ka qene koha mes nesh pengese<br />sepse nuk ekziston..!<br /><br /> <br /><em><strong>Ndonjehere ...</strong></em><br /> <br />Nje dite kur te degjosh ndonje tingull te njohur <br />ktheses qe merr prane shtepise <br />mos ngurro ti zbresesh lendines e shihe <br />si nen pemen gjethe-kuqe renkon<br /> korda e fundit e dashurise!<br /> <br /> <br /><em><strong>...mbas mesnate ...</strong></em><br /> <br />Henes kete nate dicka ne vesh do t'i them<br />sekret te ngelet edhe une mos ta harroje ...<br /> nje dite nostalgji per te shkuaren do te kem<br />e thinjur Asaj perseri keto caste do t'ja kerkoj<br /> nje reze te argjente do hedh mbi syte e mija<br />si castin qe i le deshiren <br />te mbetet atje ku morri muze dashuria!<br /><br /> <br /><strong>.../02/2008</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4983276442020252922?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-88112070963410091182008-01-24T02:47:00.001+01:002008-12-12T04:49:04.669+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R692OuKWTAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Yq2bBJ0tMPY/s1600-h/sogno.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R692OuKWTAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Yq2bBJ0tMPY/s200/sogno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165477292898929666" /></a><br /><br />Kam frike te fle imponuar <br />endrren e zgjedh vete<br />dhe...nuk dua te me zgjosh patjeter me pas...<br />eshte akoma edhe dicka lene pa thene <br /><br />''Me Fal,,<br />atje ku diku kam shkelur pa-dashur, e?<br />dhe kam lene shenje te heshtur <br />Pasi kush i njeh fluturimet ''flu'' kane falur <br />e nese akoma se kam thene ende :<br /><br />- Faleminderit <br />ndjesive qe me kane dhene prekjen deri ne emocion<br />dhe qe kam ndjere Jeten!<br />Andaj, ti provo e zgjome <br />e nese nuk pergjigjem kesaj here...<br />Mos qaj sepse paskam dashur te le ketu udhetimin<br />Kam frike kur te me imponosh gjumin sepse...<br />edhe ate e kam zgjedhur vete...<br />ku e bej ''zgjimin e madh''<br /><br />..........................<br /><br />... vertete duket sikur fle <br />...mos ndjej trishtim<br />kur te therrasesh emrin tim<br />...pasi jam ne lendinat e bukura te pritjes <br />per tjetrin udhetim...atehere kur ''Era''<br />te shenoje Infinit<br />Kam nje ''boce ''te mendafshte qe marr me vehte <br />te gjitha ato qe ndjeva...<br /><br />Dashurite!<br />E vetmja ''vize'' kalimi per shpirtin ''pertej kohes''<br />e prese qetesisht...puthjet Yjore!<br />Nuk ke me koh te me japesh tenden puthje<br />ashtu si e kerkova mijra here instiktivisht<br />me mua do te jesh, tek mua <br /><br />Perjetesisht!<br />Thirme nese ...nese nuk zgjohem ...<br />jam aty ne tendin sy, ngrire kujtim...<br />per kete mos me rrezo...mos qaj!<br />po valezave qe bashke lundruam leshoje <br />sa here andej te dergosh kujtimet me vehte...<br />me mbaj!<br /><br /> <br /><strong>.../01/2008</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-8811207096341009118?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-70239768577930074442008-01-09T11:31:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:05.016+01:00<em><strong>Kur ngjyrat deshifrojne shpirtin</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R6-CuuKWTEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OrHKy1Ge7q4/s1600-h/rosasecca.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R6-CuuKWTEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OrHKy1Ge7q4/s200/rosasecca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165491036794276930" /></a><br /><br />Si trandafilat e thare nga harresa e kohes ngjitur murreve fytyrat<br />ne teatrin ''pa ze'' porta mu hap pa pritur trokitjen time <br />Roze...kujtesa hapi perdet e ftohta<br />askush nuk ngeli pa kthyer koken pas<br />dhe hapat behen si peshperime dhembjeje <br />Zot me qendro prane ...Stephen King perballe <br />i zverdhur nga pasqyrat...here une ...here ai...here ata<br />Me andej..trupa te palevizeshem qe i rrutullohet vetem koka <br />me thonjte qe zgjaten nje cezme te ndryshkur, uji ka shterrur <br />Nje brave e prishur qe hapet sekret me nje maje pene te holle <br />Te gjalle qe lepihen buzesh me afsh te ftohte <br />e te vdekur jane zgjuar, ulur kembekryq shohin ata qe i varrosen<br />... degjohet kercitje e dritareve te thyera <br />dhe dyshemese kalbur pa taban...i kullon gjak<br />ngrire gjithshka... <br />perplasje e buzeve te rrudhura me etje<br />peshperijne<br /><br />-Balsaaaaaaaam edhe nje puthje...edhe nje fjale...<br />hyni na thoni...aman dhe nje fjale...<br />brohorisni te ndjejme rrahje ritmike paradash <br />rram brram brram rram<br />Qetesi...andej...nga e majta murrosur<br /><br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R6-AguKWTCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/T4wyLkKLpVc/s1600-h/sangue.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R6-AguKWTCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/T4wyLkKLpVc/s200/sangue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165488597252852770" /></a><br /><br />''Trandafili Roze'' qendron ulur mbi krahun e prere dikur<br /> per te ngjyer ne gjak penen e mprehur drejt lavdise<br />Koh qe ka ndalur frymen...Oh...mos...mos u zgjo me kurre <br />mos merr fryme se fryma jote ka ere gryke te semure nga myku<br />neper vyshkjen tende del lot i dhembjes pamje qe lemeris<br />sepse ti kurre s'ke celur natyreshem <br />po mbi nje bastun te trashe qe te mbajti degezen e brishte <br />ndaj leshove vetem ngjyre e kurre arome <br />ky lot qe gris faqen tende te maskuar s'me jep ndjesi <br />vec nje drithme te shkuar...rrezimi tij me ben pis<br /> <br />...U merr koh e frymezim enderrave te fresketa !<br />Pastaj...pastaj...i flak jashte...<br />si flete te bardha <br />por... ke harruar <br />azgje nuk vdes dhe kur eshte e dhuruar <br />ka nje emer diku te shkruar <br /><br /> <br />''Oh...bijezo ''pikeza e ujit''<br />qe noton mbi levozhgen e arres <br />lumenjeve te rrembyer te udheve plot mister <br />mos te pikoj trishte ai lot i arte <br />sepse fryma jote eshte e fresket<br />S'mund te rroje gjate nje trandafil i thare<br />qe profumin tend keshtu e rremben <br />dhe pse rruga e vetmise eshte e frikeshme <br />dhe ty angullim e ngjirrur te genjen<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R6-BPOKWTDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OTH9Pd0p2j4/s1600-h/loti.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R6-BPOKWTDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OTH9Pd0p2j4/s200/loti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165489396116769842" /></a><br />Mos qaj...<br />ka ende forc krahu i prere nga pabesite,ty te te mbaj<br />dhe ti ,te kendosh si bilbil kengen e jetes qe te pret<br />Nga gryka jote e paster e cilter e argjent''<br /> <br />Ecja ime e lehte ...<br />per te mos trembur fantazmat qe pijne gjak<br />dhe te fiktet e regjizorit nga pamja, i shtrire <br />shoh personazhe ,emrat e shkruar mbi cdo pllake<br />pluherosur po dhe ngjyrosur...sepse ka vendosur <br />te tregoje te verteten bloze<br />ajo ngjyre qe e zhgenjeu edhe jeten...<br />e bukur tenda Roze...<br /> <br />Muskuj qe leshohen duke u perdredhur ne ''vjole ''<br />''feminilitet pasional'' mustaqesh ngjitur me zamke buravecash qeflinj<br />qe embelsisht lepihen dhe takat e vendosura mbi koke <br />si kurore lavdishe vjole u ndrijne <br />wooooow...????!!!!<br /><br />Kembaneza oborit pa mullar rrembyer gjuheza <br />mbushur me kashte nxire e mykur <br />i vetmi ushqim mbetur per kalimtare nostalgjik<br />Sepse delet e paqeshme iken...<br />dhe nuk hane me barin e gjumit letargjik<br />e me nuk blegerijne kengen permendesh<br />be be ba...urrah, urrah, urrah,<br /><br />Bah! <br />...Iken dhe lekuren se dhuruan per ujq grabitqare mbi krijesat pafaj<br />as paterica nuk mbajne kur kullosin ne fushat e lira stineve <br />kercejne dhe sa degjojne ''zerin e Nenes... e le qingji kopene'' <br />Pa bari e kope shpenrdare jane gjithkund vertete <br />po thirrja e qumeshtit atdhe i pikon i bardhe nga rete <br />eh...kemboreve varur ne qafe ne shekuj s'ja kane me ngene <br />ndaj ikin perseri sa e shuajn mallin e marin dhene <br />te lire atje ku liria ka rritur kopene... <br /> <br />Roze ti ngjyre e bukur sot nje veshje maskash ''karnavale veneziane''<br />ku tallin vjedhesit e perlave nenujore shekullore<br />nen themelet e torturave doxhiane<br />Tabllove Boticeli ,Vecellio derdhur ne mermer <br />kane ndalur dhe shkelqejne gjetke, po kane nje emer te vetem<br />qe i prezanton at-dhene <br />Ate bukuri qe ja perdhosen njerzimit <br />me epidemine ''roze'' dhe me pas hedhur ne ''ishullin e te vdekurve''<br />tashme i pa-shkelur.. por jo harruar !<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R69-teKWTBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yZFJ2ttLx1Y/s1600-h/violo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R69-teKWTBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yZFJ2ttLx1Y/s200/violo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165486617272929298" /></a><br /><br />Vjole qe cdo mashkull fton ne ballon e tij profumin MEN<br />Zgjohu Leonardo...te lutem trego qe s'ju dhe kurre asaj ngjyre<br />dhe pse atehere koha per ty ish vetem pasion<br />Ti i le gjithkujt nje ''darke te fundit''<br />I le dhe nje emer shkruar diktatorit Ludovik<br />Vertetesi me shume se kaq...c'mund te me tregosh me?<br />ti dhomez e ftohte me lule te thara ngjitur murresh, zhvatur shkurresh <br />Kendeshem vizitoj kete pamje te ngrire reale mbi cdo pikture ne koh<br />qe jo te gjithe i kane jetuar pa sy e vesh <br />Miremengjes Jet!<br />Te falem qe me le te shoh kete akt, ty regjizor i zvenitur <br />po te zgjoj me nje prekje vargu mengjezi ende pa gdhire <br />qe fantazmat mos i vrase drita e bardhe e jetes <br />Vazhdo...<br />''Pelegrinazhin e Karnavaleve te Kohes'' <br />Nuk kisha qene kurre ne kete skene kaq realisht<br />edhe pse dikur i kam degjuar gropesitjen e frytjes me boshesine<br /> rastesisht ndjej te me reshkas nje lot emocioni i kenaqesise !<br />Se vetem keshtu mund te flase vertete historia ...<br />Me kete pamje e dikureshmja harruar ''Ishulli te vdekurve'' <br />...filmi nis...<br /><br /><br /><strong>.../01/2008</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-7023976857793007444?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-88594649868890005822007-12-12T17:44:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:05.144+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E5suk6vcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Rtce-VMy14/s1600-h/Copia+di+Mardena_Kelmendi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E5suk6vcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Rtce-VMy14/s200/Copia+di+Mardena_Kelmendi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143455690013720002" /></a><br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ptifp_1Ado<br /><br />...sa here te me kerkosh larg dhe i malluar<br />dhe kur rrahjet e zemres time te pushojne,<br />dije se mbi qiell me sy te malluar<br />nga planeti bardhe dy sy te kerkojne. <br /><br />Jam prane teje dhe kur zerin mos te ma degjosh, <br />neteve dritares tende do te rend me mall te perqafoj,<br />puthjen time qiellore endrres ta shijosh<br />atehere do kuptosh zgjimin,perse une dashuroj!<br /><br /><br /><strong>madi</strong><em><br /><br /><strong>dhjetor,2007</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-8859464986889000582?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-80951946897800249722007-11-30T17:27:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:05.347+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E6wuk6vdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AqZ6LouTiZc/s1600-h/rosapiano.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E6wuk6vdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AqZ6LouTiZc/s200/rosapiano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143456858244824530" /></a><br /><br />Hej...ngadale kur vend te me nderosh,<br /><br />gjembat e mi shpojne akoma, njesoj si me pare<br /><br />mijra kilometra prej ketej te me largosh<br /><br />dhembja ime hidhur ndihet edhe pse i thare!<br /><br /> <br /><br />Erdhen ngadale germat e para fluturake te debores<br /><br />mbi floket e mi te zinj rane ngadale<br /><br />mbi duart e buta te shkruajn Lamtumire<br /><br />ty shekull qe te jetova dhe ne vitin e shtate !<br /><br /> <br /><br />Shoh yjet qe puthen <br /><br />...cdo stine aty...nen arren e mocme <br /><br /> dimrit bashkojne shpirt e kenge ...<br /><br />mbi vesen luleve te ngrira <br /><br />deshirat pushojne albergeve te heshtura te kohes <br /><br />pergjithmone!<br /><br />... duke marre ne enderra dhe syte e mi...<br /><br /> matan maleve <br /><br />te zhveshur bardh e zi ,<br /><br />larg edhe kujteses!<br /><br /> <br /><br />Hene pasqyre e vdekjes se prekeshme <br /><br />akoma diejt universal , mbi tenden fytyre te bardhe<br /><br /> japin shkelqimin e genjeshtert <br /><br />tu besh ndjesive te besojne pavdekshmerine !<br /><br /> <br /><br />Te kam thene dikur jam nje trandafil i eger<br /><br />me qiellin kam lidhur besen natyrisht<br /><br />me aromen time deh keputja jote tinzerisht <br /><br />po edhe mua me ben te ndihem tjeter!<br /><br /> <br /><br /><strong>madi</strong><br /><br /><em><strong>dhjetor,2007</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-8095194689780024972?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-79166236143616488282007-10-17T22:34:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:05.445+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RxaCEOk9B0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kc6YBzeJcDo/s1600-h/552_2kici.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RxaCEOk9B0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kc6YBzeJcDo/s320/552_2kici.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122424635324696386" /></a><br /><em><br /><br />Oh ..ti furtune me ajer vjeshtak<br />qe rrezon padukeshem gjethet <br />te verdha ne te kuq te etheve <br />lene nga kenget e pranveres<br />ti qe zgjon endrrat e palosura <br />ne ujrat Mediterrane<br /> ku ngrijne pas pak dhembjet <br /> <br />Nese ..do te isha nje gjethe <br />te rendja me ty cmendurisht <br />nese nje re do te isha...<br />... te shihja vrapimin tend <br />nje dallge e forces tende te behem <br /> dhe me ty te ndaj pulsin e potences Natyre<br />ngjan si ne nje gjume te embel deshira <br />me kete lutje .. pa ze <br /> <br />Te lutem me hidh si nje valez e rrembyer bregut tim<br /> dhe si nje gjethe atje fluturome <br />si nje re me mbaj e lerme mbi heshtat e jetes <br /> me deshiren tende sot te cmendur furtune <br />edhe mua mbulome <br />sepse deshirat avullojne <br /> dhembjet behen kristalina ...<br /> <br />Kur troket stina e bardhe <br />mban arome ndarje ...<br />dhe une te dedikoj kenge <br /> embelsisht te trishte <br />merri si gjethet mendimet e mija universit <br />dhe kthehu me peshperime pranvere perseri<br />sepse une di te perkund cdo cast djepin e jetes <br />me ninanullen poezi...<br /><br /><em><strong>tetor,2007</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-7916623614361648828?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-90235094219682411792007-09-18T15:39:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:05.491+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Ru_jpEYXaJI/AAAAAAAAABk/cFTcQISAl64/s1600-h/email2.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Ru_jpEYXaJI/AAAAAAAAABk/cFTcQISAl64/s320/email2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111554396778883218" /></a><br /><br />Mbreteron akoma kjo ngjyre e blerte ndjesi e shprese<br />vjeshta ka dite ane-gjethesh qe ndaloj hapin<br />oh c'ngjyre kane krijuar lare ashtu mengjeseve me vese<br />e muzgut rete e argjenta maleve peshperitjet verore kapin<br /> <br />Luajn pushbardhat me eren qe fryn dhe gushen ma perkedhelin<br />nje gjethe qe keputet dritares perendimit, ngadale buzeve ma hedhin<br />cicerime e trembur nga shiu i rrembyer therret tek pisha e larte<br />dhe pastaj pushon kur dielli prap del e ngroh ende ne stinen e arte<br /> <br />Vjesht e kenges poetit ti hyne ngadale keshu si fllad shpirteror<br />grykezave enderruese perzhitura nxehtit dhe kaq larg atdheut<br />Tregome te lutem ke zbritur luleve te Mangalemit dhe mbi Tomor<br /> Stina mbi qytetin e lashte kengeza jote ze i te bukures se dheut<br /> <br />Lumit pasqyre e mrekullive goricare dhe lemit shamatas <br />thuaja nje peshperime timen nga ky varg i vjeshtes veneziane<br />sillma flladin e kerkuar limonades bahces time qe melodine te ngas<br />dhe lerme keshtu mbi vargje poetesh frymezuar...<br />dhe lerme ....nje dite te shijoj atje atdheut si dikur ty stine <br />me mallin hedhur kraheve te lodhur ,keshtu heshtur pa pushuar....<br /><br /><strong>shtator,2007</strong><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-9023509421968241179?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-77666051571363679762007-08-15T00:54:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:05.640+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RsJC0Ud-PkI/AAAAAAAAABc/aHKaUYUU7I4/s1600-h/P01-09-05_23.07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RsJC0Ud-PkI/AAAAAAAAABc/aHKaUYUU7I4/s320/P01-09-05_23.07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098711194751876674" /></a><br /><br />Oh...!<br />Tak.. tak... tak..<br />...dhe melodi e eres qe kreh floket drejt perendimit<br />Mbasdite verore ti qiellin vesh <br />me mendafshin e kuq<br />ngjyrë e moshes time ...<br /> <br />Largesi....<br /><br />Ti nuk njeh ende perendimin e nostalgjisë<br /><br />si ta lodh zemrën…<br /><br />Ti nuk njeh shpaten e saj,<br /><br />që pret çdo dëshire<br /><br />Ti nuk e njeh stinën e mërgimit<br /><br />se si lulëzon thatë rrenjët e jaseminit…<br /><br />Sikur njëhere ti të kaloje tek unë,<br /> <br /> kufinjtë e mendimit ndare pa koh<br /><br />rruga jote do ndalte <br />në një qytet <br />pa rrugica.... <br /><br />Atëhere do kuptoje këtë gjuhë dallgesh<br /><br />oqeanike...<br /><br />me klithma shtegëtimesh pa fund…!<br /><br />Larg kaq larg nga miq e toke e dashur <br />nga kull e lotëve dhe kuror e dashurisë<br />me 44 fije te fildishte vendosur mbi te<br />Larg nga dhembshuria e dhimbjes <br />ku ulen netet...<br />...në dritaren time të nostalgjise<br />e shikoj pafundesitë e udhëtuara në koh!<br /><br /> <br /><em><strong>gusht,2007</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-7766605157136367976?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-23213466417906671482007-08-01T15:01:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:05.765+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2FFsOk6vgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GslXkBrduaY/s1600-h/angel+5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2FFsOk6vgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GslXkBrduaY/s200/angel+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143468875563318786" /></a><br /><br />Te kam thene ku i morra fjalet <br />hyra ne dallget e detit dhe nga krahet e keputur lodhjeve <br />endrrave pergjysmuar...ne fluturim<br />mblodha pendet e pulbardhave mbytur ....<br /> ngjyeja ndjenje e shkruajta nje varg<br /> <br />Ta kam thene posi jo,ku e morra peshperimen <br />ererave vjeshtake qe afrohen shpejt<br />shpirtit qe provon nxehtesine e mallit<br /> buzet e zhurritura mbeshtet, mbi fleten e njomur nga lotet<br />balsam per to behet kenga<br />...krijohet dhe nje varg<br /> <br />Prevazit ku dielli mbyll kanaten<br />une i le nje krah mbeshtetur...te shoh atje ,<br />ku nje fjale ende pa thene me ka mbetur,<br />po edhe heshtur ...e di qe Ti ma kupton<br /> nuk dua ta hap me kete perde komedie vjeterruar,<br />e shtyj pak mendimin dhe...<br />... prap kete varg ta kam dedikuar<br /> <br />Kete s'ta kam thene ...<br />sa here te duash nje reze te ngelur pas atij perendimi<br />ku ngelet varur nen qerpiket e mi e reshket ashtu e ngrohte<br />prite, ne duart e tua te padukeshme per ta keputur , <br />ashtu si di, e si jep heshtur dhembje <br />pije me eks perseri..si kupe ''zhgenjimi'' <br />po munde ta kalosh deri ne psheretime <br /> <br />Dhe ec e mos e quaj pastaj varg,<br /> kur yjet me ndihmojne .....<br />te ndjej aromen e jetes mengjeseve<br />kete jo, s'ta kam thene !<br /> <br /><em><strong>korrik, 2007</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-2321346641790667148?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-71140924988900857402007-06-01T14:13:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:06.118+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RrDIK0d-PiI/AAAAAAAAABM/KYXCdo3yo0Y/s1600-h/piggia.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RrDIK0d-PiI/AAAAAAAAABM/KYXCdo3yo0Y/s200/piggia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093791266764635682" /></a><br /><br /><strong>...Ku Jemi...</strong><br /><br />Fjalime te shurdhera <br />sfide per turmen e turmezuar <br />pa patur mundesi te marre pjese <br />ku cdo rahje zemre <br /> ne moment te jetes sone vdes<br />zgjerohen hapesirat qiellore ,<br /> tokesore dhe kokesore<br />dera kercet e mbyllet<br />''llogarite ,, mbidhen, <br />shkrimet e shenjta tregojne semaforet e fundit<br />simbol i ushqimit nga kozmosi <br />le shenje ne fushat me grure<br />si notat e nje sinfonie me dashuri per jeten, <br />ne harmoni me infinitin<br />e perjeteshem prezent<br />ku Jemi!<br />Elohim, Pleajdiane, Atlantide...Faraon<br />presin pergjigjen tone...<br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Pranvere per ty...</strong><br /><br />Degjoj sinfonine e bukur mengjeseve cicerimat<br />kapakun e qiellit agimi kur ngre<br />erresires ja ndjej ende psheretimat<br />kur vellon e argjente i hedh Henes qe fle<br /> <br />Dhe une dua te jem prane zgjimit tend<br />ne gjoksin tend te mbushem <br />me frymemarje malesh<br />me endrra lendinash <br />te shoh zgjimin tend<br /> te hap qerpikun e syve te tu <br />me puthje lulesh<br />une si vete Pranvera<br />te te them ...<br />"""Zgjohu Jeta Ime"""<br />Mirmengjes!<br /><br /> <br /><strong>Zeri yt...</strong><br /> <br />Jehon e zerit tend qiellor<br />me ngre ne krahet e tu perkundje yjesie<br />zhduket pastaj dhe le porten hapur <br />te kerkoj neper driten e deshires <br />qe ma le zgjuar per te pritur perseri<br />ate note ku kenget e mija marrin melodi<br />vetem tek zeri yt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-7114092498890085740?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-70551108028191468782007-06-01T13:58:00.001+01:002008-12-12T04:49:06.367+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E7vek6veI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R-SbAsixMxs/s1600-h/nuvoledelcuore.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E7vek6veI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R-SbAsixMxs/s200/nuvoledelcuore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143457936281615842" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>PERDONARE PER VIVERE </strong></em><br /><br />Come l’erba amara e l’oddio<br />Ha cercato a spuntare in me.<br />Ma,anche se mie labbra scottavano dal sete<br />Una parola ‘si’ non glielo dato mai. <br /><br />Ogni volta che scottava come carbone<br />Una parola pesante,che nasce dal oddio<br />Lasciandola morire tra le labbra<br />Salvando l’anima dal morte.<br /><br />Quante volte nel camino ho presso le ‘botte'<br />Dal pugno pesante del l’ingiustizia,<br />Non mi sono persa,trovando una parola<br />Dare e perdonare amore a l’infinito.<br /><br />Il perdono non ha tempo e l’infinita<br />Baci attaccati per sempre all'amore<br />Oggi sonno viva, reduce di lei<br />Dal perdono- riflesso della LIBERTA!<br /><br /><br /><em>dal "Fala qe te jetoj" trad.A.Mezini</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-7055110802819146878?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-84511756333667698462007-06-01T13:40:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:06.533+01:00<em><strong><em><strong>Qershor</strong></em></strong></em><br />Dita e pare e veres ...ha ha 1 Qershor<br />leng qershish ne sy mbyllje zbret kujtimit<br />pemes shtat ngjeshur i ngjiteshim ne bregore<br />vesheve qe varnim bishtezat jeshil<br />mbi deget e saj te brishta qendronim <br />tek lekundeshim ne ajrin e rritjes <br />kokrat e kuqe te frutit preknin gushen feminore<br /> mbushur bluzkat plot rreth trupit <br /> e pastaj ...<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RmAVaCUF28I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GPNJFHbWQ_g/s1600-h/cigliecia.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/RmAVaCUF28I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GPNJFHbWQ_g/s200/cigliecia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071076717461101506" /></a><br /><strong>Qershor</strong><br />thaheshin prevazeve berthamat <br />kur shijonim stinen nga dritaret<br />duke peshperire ngadale capkenlleqet rinore<br />Sot 1 Qershor dit e pare e stines se ngrohte <br />gudulisin flladet e rezes diellit <br />neper thinjat e moshes verore<br />e ne kujtimet e largeta pranverore.<br /><br /> <br /> <br /><br /><strong><em><strong><em>Duke pritur heshtjen</em></strong></em></strong><br /><br />zhurmes se mendimeve nuk u them te ndalen<br />i dergoj atje...<br /> ...ku vetem nje shpirt di te shkoj ,e fle<br />Ooooommmmmmm. ......... ..<br />ne endrren qe shetit pastaj <br />pa jete e emocion<br />vetem qe ben pjese ne bukurine qe njeh <br />e trupi ashtu ,vetem ashtu paqeshem noton.....<br />pa mendime .......vetem me kujtime <br />duke pritur heshtjen .....<br />qe nuk jep premtime!<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>01/06/07</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-8451175633366769846?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-35660661772762804642007-06-01T13:29:00.002+01:002008-12-12T04:49:06.859+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E4ROk6vbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DyJObTIS9wM/s1600-h/senza+parole.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E4ROk6vbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DyJObTIS9wM/s320/senza+parole.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143454118055689650" /></a><br /><br />Une nuk qaj shpesh ta dish ti mik besome<br />po perball mallit dhe vargut zemra me pikon<br />vertete ,si para pasyres me avull te mbuluar<br />me ben ky varg te shoh vehten, po kaq te malluar<br />Ty mik i mire qe ti kepus castet te tilla, befasisht<br />te gjindemi njejt ndjesisht nuk eshte rastesisht<br />... e kjarte dhe po kaq e vertete<br /> dritares tende nuk i trokas sepse ...udheve te tua jam dhe vete.<br /><br />E degjoj oshetimen e dhembjes mistereve ne mergim ku gjindem<br />dhe sa here kam lot e mall , frymezimit vec i bindem<br />se vetem keshtu e di qe dhe ti i degjon notat e mija<br />te njejta ndarjet, dhembjet, po edhe gezimet<br />...ne te njejt qiell qe na dha drite dashuria<br />Atje i lashe te gjitha gdhendjet qe deshirat mi morren neper duar<br />atje rinine e preka , mekur dhe pse kaq e dashuruar<br />me koken kthyer prapa eca ngadale duke hikur ...<br />ku urrejta dot s'me rrezoj<br />sepse besimi , forca Qiellore mburoje shpirtit me qendroj.<br /><br />Pra miku im ,jam ketu sic ti atje, ne ecje kohore<br />dhe me ty shpesh edhe heshtur flas<br />kur kam lot e kenge te tilla miqesore<br />gjej edhe diku vehten kur me ty mallin ngas<br />Dikur gdhime nen pjergullat e kujtimeve<br />fjale te pathena diku... qytetit pa ze<br />te lexuara zhureshem sot nga kembe qe s'na njohin, si njohim<br />ato enderra te paprekura ngrira ne trotuarin e pluhurosur<br />nga buze qe na lane , e si puthim dot kurre me<br />sot kujtimeve qe mbledhin ndihemi te persosur.<br /><br />I lame egoistes jete dhe te paekzistueshmes koh nje brenge<br />si kenge himni rinise humbur qe malli vete ta kendoj<br />cative e rrugicave tiranase sot s'ka me pellumba<br />Pra miku im i heshtur nen pemet e bulevardit kur nje kafe i vetmuar ta pish<br />jam aty ne shoqerine tende mbeshtetur mendimeve gjithmone<br />... s'je vetem ta dish!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-3566066177276280464?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-3659575708093102482007-06-01T13:29:00.001+01:002008-12-12T04:49:07.162+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E2Muk6vZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_ABZcyfVUTY/s1600-h/finestra.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/R2E2Muk6vZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_ABZcyfVUTY/s320/finestra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143451841723022738" /></a><br /><br /><br />Muzike e stonuar filmi<br />nje cift i trembur qe rend ne ekranin vjole<br />Messenger!<br />Gjurme dashurish skenike<br />i kane kaluar ne profilin e tyre<br />Aktore protagoniste<br />drejt horizontit vjole<br />Ne sfond degjohen hingellima kuajsh<br />Shihet trubullt kerpudha e grixhte<br />e vdekjes se jetes !<br />Lindin dashurite shpirterore<br />Gjuhe radioaktive e dashnoreve pa ze!<br />dhe degjohen te qeshura indiferente<br />te disa prifterinjeve te nje feje te re<br />vetem per kritike!<br />Syte e tyre nuk shprehin kurgje ne efektin skenik!<br /><br /><em><strong>Atje...</strong></em><br /><br />Kur hidhet shpirti nga frekuence e xixelluar<br />Fjale merak i nje yllesie te vecuar<br />Mesazh i koduar<br />Diku<br />Dikur bashketrazuar<br />Diku<br />ne vendin e takimit ''atje,,<br />Dikur<br />Humbur...ne kerkim!<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Rastesisht...?</strong></em><br /><br />Jo rastesisht te dy te ardhur nga i njejti drejtim<br />dhe sot ne dukje, perjetesisht te zhveshur<br />te kundert po krejt te rastesishem<br />ne dukje si nje sinfoni shperthi<br />Katarakt i fuqishem krijuar nga nje vale lumi<br />nga liri e rruges ...ndoshta humbem !<br /><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Nuk urrej ...</strong></em><br /><br />Une syrin e shqyej sot akoma<br />per te nxjerre lotin e fundit<br />te dhembjes se zhgenjimit<br />pasi aty nuk mund me te lunderojne<br />varkat e mija te lumturise !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-365957570809310248?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-14894454143860408252007-05-31T18:37:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:07.358+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Rl8b5yUF26I/AAAAAAAAAAc/60O97-aj_fQ/s1600-h/inamorata.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Rl8b5yUF26I/AAAAAAAAAAc/60O97-aj_fQ/s320/inamorata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070802385015004066" /></a><br /><strong>Neper agimet e nje viti te ri..."Lamtumire 2006" </strong><br /><br /><em><strong>Vetmi...</strong></em><br /><br />Notoj ne te madhin kanal venecian drejt bregut te vetem<br />Vetmi...<br />atje ku nuk ka takime as ekujliber vetem rreshkitje<br />mbi madheshtit nenujore e peshperije fjalet<br />te mbetura nga nje lume qe krijoje endrrat e mija<br />trokthe kuajsh te bardhe rrugicave te gjalla<br />tingujve te mbetur mallengjyeshem larg...<br />Merguar , me e vetmuar se vetmija<br />Notoj e vetme ne kanalin e madh te mrekullive<br />per te mberritur ne lumin tim pa brigje<br />perjetesisht....<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Dua...</strong></em><br /><br /><br />Dua te fle ne syte e tu dhe bashkoj lotet qe dalin nga malli e trishtimi<br />dua te jem barke e mbytur e loteve me pas<br />qe deshira te me gjej udhen deri ne mberritjen time<br />perseri prane buzeve te tua kur je ne lutje<br />nuk dua te humbase me kurre nga lodhja e largesise<br />po dua te mos mbarroje me pranvera...<br />qe filloj me shirat e puthjeve tona <br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Castin tend</strong></em><br /><br /><br />Te vodha nje cast pasi vetem syte e tu mund te flasin me natyren<br />te vodha ate shikim dhe ze te embel...<br />... pasi vetem ato me mbanin ison e kenges time<br />ta vodha ate qe ende ka mbetur ''cast,,<br />ta ruaj kujtim<br />sepse vetem kujtimet rrojne mbas ...<br />...keshtu<br />ate castin qe te vodha ''Ty,, e kam lene ne cdo varg. <br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Atehere....vetem atehere! </strong></em><br /><br />Koha vishet e zhvishet me ngjyrat e stineve te saj<br />dhe ne me stinet e ndjesive tona<br />para pasqyres se vetme ku shihen ditet<br />ndodhet deshira pa emer e ngjyre<br />fshehur ne lutjet tona diku<br />ne perendimin e padukeshem pas jetes<br />matim urrejtjet me dashurite<br />vetem atehere mbajme nje veshje<br />koshiencen...<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Do te me njohesh ...</strong></em><br /><br />Do te me njohesh nga notat e ndryshme te fjales<br />nga te ndryshmet ndryshime tek pres largesite<br />nderur ne qiejt e pritjes qe pikojne shprese<br />mbi akullin qe ruan fresket memorjen dhe kujtimin<br />aty ne bregun e detyrueshem te kohes<br />do te me njohesh<br />ne perendim te diellit nen hijet tona te kurajos<br />kaluar pengesat ''mundesi,,<br />vetem per tu puthur...vetem per ty<br /><br /><em><strong>dhejtor,2006</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-1489445414386040825?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889847443492623549.post-42065957260876704382007-05-31T17:57:00.000+01:002008-12-12T04:49:07.544+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Rl8X4iUF25I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8AZhNXgWjac/s1600-h/aus2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-E7cAVrFkz4/Rl8X4iUF25I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8AZhNXgWjac/s320/aus2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070797965493656466" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Te isha vetem shpirt.</strong><br /><br /><br />Te isha vetem shpirt...mos te kisha frike nga gjykimi,<br />zerat nuk kam pranuar ti njoh,<br />pasi me flet nje ze teper i njohur heshtur,<br />Do te doja ne pjesen e fundit te rruges time.<br />Prane kopshtit te magjishem Natyre,<br />floket e bardha te moshes ti kreh,<br />me degeza pemesh ku peshperimen kane lene dashurite.<br />Vetem ashtu do te largohesha me hapa te lehte,<br />drejt majave te ngrira harreses ,<br />qe flasin me gjuhe dashurishe pa ze.<br />Sikur te isha shpirt .....<br />doja te ndjeja triumfin e sfides qiellore.<br />Prekur lehte nga mesazh i koduar,<br />lare me shi qiellor shpirterash te trazuar.<br />humbur ne kerkim....te isha shpirt!</strong><blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6889847443492623549-4206595726087670438?l=mardenak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mardenakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04506354446742659605noreply@blogger.com