{"id":4696,"date":"2020-12-07T10:48:31","date_gmt":"2020-12-07T10:48:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maranatha.al\/?p=4696"},"modified":"2020-12-07T10:49:55","modified_gmt":"2020-12-07T10:49:55","slug":"vizioni-i-lirise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maranatha.al\/?p=4696","title":{"rendered":"\u201cVizioni i liris\u00eb\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Ese nga Xhuliana Guri<\/strong>, Mali i Jushit, me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ajo fitoi vendin e par\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb konkurs letrar t\u00eb organizuar gjat\u00eb muajit n\u00ebntor nga shkolla e mesme e Bushatit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trup dhe shpirt, pengje t\u00eb\nliris\u00eb. Nj\u00eb \u00e7ift perfekt t\u00eb burgosurish ku jeta e tyre nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e tyre, as\nfryma q\u00eb marrin, as drita q\u00eb shohin, as era q\u00eb ndiejn\u00eb, as dashuria e fort\u00eb q\u00eb\ni lidh s\u00eb bashku, asgj\u00eb. Jan\u00eb kaq af\u00ebr nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, por nuk p\u00ebrqafohen dot,\njan\u00eb kaq pran\u00eb, por edhe kaq larg. Liria ua ka prer\u00eb krah\u00ebt, \u00ebndrrat,\ndashurin\u00eb, sepse kjo liri \u00ebsht\u00eb dor\u00ebzuar ose, m\u00eb e keqja, s’ka luftuar kurr\u00eb\np\u00ebr ta. Ajo ka heshtur, \u00ebsht\u00eb fshehur, \u00ebsht\u00eb bindur ndaj t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve, \u00ebsht\u00eb\nfrik\u00ebsuar, shtypur, dhunuar, por nj\u00eb gj\u00eb nuk e ka arritur dot, t\u00eb dal\u00eb \u201ce lir\u00eb\u201d,\ne lir\u00eb ashtu si\u00e7 ka dhe emrin.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLiria \u00ebsht\u00eb e jona. Ajo jeton me\nne, frymon me ne, qesh\u00eb me ne, ec\u00ebn me ne, b\u00ebn \u00e7do gj\u00eb me ne e p\u00ebr ne.\u201d – thon\u00eb\nt\u00eb tjer\u00ebt. Sa bukur! Sa e bukur po t\u00eb ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, por jo! G\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Liria \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr e\ngjall\u00eb, e cila me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb merr frym\u00eb por nuk jeton, sepse ekzistenca e saj\nshtrihet vet\u00ebm brenda kuadratit t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb t\u00eb konceptit mbi t\u00eb, emri i saj\nshtrihet brenda nj\u00eb kornize t\u00eb varur n\u00eb \u201cmurin\u201d e mendjes son\u00eb dhe fshihet brenda\n\u201choj\u00ebzave\u201d t\u00eb shpres\u00ebs q\u00eb na rri n\u00eb zem\u00ebr, e d\u00ebnuar \u201cme arrest sht\u00ebpie\u201d, ku, po\nt\u00eb guxoj\u00eb t\u00eb nxjerr\u00eb kok\u00ebn jasht\u00eb, do t\u2019i shtypet n\u00eb vend nga \u201ctiran\u00ebt\u201d e bot\u00ebs\nson\u00eb.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ndaj ekzistenca e k\u00ebsaj lirie t\u00eb\n\u00ebmb\u00ebl helm \u00ebsht\u00eb e dyshimt\u00eb, di\u00e7ka absurde, sepse ajo ekziston si fantaz\u00ebm, si\nnj\u00eb e vdekur q\u00eb i ka pushtuar t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt me shpirtin e saj. E k\u00ebshtu, kjo liri\nmbetet thjesht nj\u00eb iluzion i njeriut q\u00eb jeton n\u00eb \u00ebndrra. N\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrrat e bukura\nq\u00eb kan\u00eb p\u00ebr synim t\u00eb t\u00eb g\u00ebzojn\u00eb, por q\u00eb shpesh nuk realizohen. Bota b\u00ebhet penges\u00eb\np\u00ebr to.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bukuria \u201ce kulluar\u201d e k\u00ebsaj lirie\nsh\u00ebrben si fasad\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb, si fasad\u00eb e k\u00ebtij burgu n\u00eb t\u00eb cilin p\u00ebrp\u00eblitet\nnjeriu i shkret\u00eb. Beson, rr\u00ebmbehet dhe n\u00eb fund zhg\u00ebnjehet p\u00ebr vdekje. Fytyra e\nbukur, fytyra prej kukulle i doli e sh\u00ebmtuar. Drita q\u00eb t\u00eb verbonte syt\u00eb,\ns’ishte gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ve\u00e7se drita e nj\u00eb qiriu n\u00eb mbarim. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrteta q\u00eb t\u00eb\nvret. Por, n\u00eb ndryshim nga bota me shum\u00eb fytyra, kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne jemi t\u00eb dob\u00ebt, i lejojm\u00eb t\u00eb\ntjer\u00ebt t\u00eb na e mohojn\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e jona. Jetojm\u00eb n\u00ebn petkun e t\u00eb\nasht\u00ebquajturit \u201cnjeri\u201d, t\u00eb prangosur. T\u00eb prangosur me prangat e padukshme,\n\u00e7el\u00ebsi i t\u00eb cilave \u00ebsht\u00eb di\u00e7ka q\u00eb shqisat tona nuk e arrijn\u00eb dot. E k\u00ebshtu jemi\nt\u00eb destinuar t\u00eb jetojm\u00eb, t\u00eb vuajm\u00eb, t\u00eb tretemi n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb realitet t\u00eb hidhur.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Kjo ndodh sepse ne i lejojm\u00eb\nvetes t\u00eb g\u00ebnjehemi pas \u201cparajs\u00ebs\u201d tok\u00ebsore, pas madh\u00ebshtis\u00eb s\u00eb saj, e cila nga\njasht\u00eb t\u00eb l\u00eb pa mend, t\u00eb l\u00eb pa fjal\u00eb, por, me t\u00eb hedhur k\u00ebmb\u00ebn brenda, kjo\nparajs\u00eb tok\u00ebsore na tregon fytyr\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Shnd\u00ebrrohet n\u00eb\n“ferrin” vet\u00eb, i cili na e shpifi me p\u00ebrqafimet e tij, pranin\u00eb e tij,\nme \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb e p\u00ebrb\u00ebn.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jemi lodhur nga kjo gjendje,\nmadje shum\u00eb. T\u00eb lodhur n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb ku frym\u00ebmarrjet na i num\u00ebrojn\u00eb, kafshatat q\u00eb\nham\u00eb; ku lumturin\u00eb na e kan\u00eb ndar\u00eb me racione, t\u00eb qeshurat, fjal\u00ebt, \u00e7do gj\u00eb. Na\nhedhin sa nga nj\u00ebra luft\u00eb n\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn e askush s’do t’ia dij\u00eb. Nuk ka m\u00eb t\u00eb\nb\u00ebjm\u00eb si t\u00eb duam, si ta ndiejm\u00eb, si ta mendojm\u00eb; ka vet\u00ebm si t\u00eb na urdh\u00ebrojn\u00eb.\nThon\u00eb \u201crrini\u201d e ne rrim\u00eb, \u201cpushoni\u201d e ne pushojm\u00eb, \u201cvdisni\u201d e ne p\u00ebr ta duhet\nt\u00eb vdesim. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gjendje kemi r\u00ebn\u00eb ne t\u00eb mjer\u00ebt. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Por mjaft m\u00eb.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lot\u00ebt tan\u00eb po p\u00ebrmbysin vendin e\nju nuk lageni; britmat tona shpuan qiellin e ju nuk d\u00ebgjoni; mor\u00ebm flak\u00eb, u\ndogj\u00ebm e ju nuk shihni; tund\u00ebm themele e ju nuk i ndjeni. Porse ne ekzistojm\u00eb;\nmos na shp\u00ebrfillni k\u00ebshtu!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Plag\u00ebt, me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet, s’jan\u00eb\nsh\u00ebruar; ato vazhdojn\u00eb t\u00eb rrjedhin, por e kan\u00eb nj\u00eb ila\u00e7; syt\u00eb djegin nga loti\nq\u00eb s’u largua, por ka di\u00e7ka q\u00eb i qet\u00ebson; jemi \u201cmbytur\u201d, por ka di\u00e7ka q\u00eb mund\nt\u00eb na jap\u00eb jet\u00eb: “Liria”. Liria q\u00eb ju e keni shtypur me k\u00ebmb\u00eb, q\u00eb e\nkeni kapur p\u00ebr fyti, q\u00eb e keni goditur, p\u00ebshtyr\u00eb, gjymtuar, por nuk e keni\nvrar\u00eb plot\u00ebsisht. Ne mund dhe do ta shp\u00ebtojm\u00eb at\u00eb. Duhet shp\u00ebtuar!…<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah, liri, liri! Pse je e till\u00eb?\nT\u00eb gjith\u00eb ta din\u00eb emrin e t\u00eb admirojn\u00eb, por, n\u00eb fakt, nuk t\u00eb njohim. Je b\u00ebr\u00eb si\najri q\u00eb thithim, por nuk shihet. Mbase kjo t\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb duhesh kaq shum\u00eb.\nT\u00eb ka ndihmuar emri dhe ideja q\u00eb ke, pa e ditur sesi n\u00eb fakt ti je. Ah, ah, ah,\nmoj liri, na jep nj\u00eb shenj\u00eb jete q\u00eb ne t\u00eb mund t\u00eb kapemi fort pas teje!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shshsht!… D\u00ebgjojeni!…\nD\u00ebgjojeni at\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb mbytur q\u00eb di\u00e7ka p\u00ebrpiqet t\u00eb na thot\u00eb: \u201cMori guxim t\u00eb ecte,\npor ia pren\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebt, provoi t\u00eb ngjitej dhe i humbi krah\u00ebt, deshi t\u00eb fliste dhe\nia pren\u00eb kordat vokale, por u desh t\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqej q\u00eb t\u00eb mos humbiste kok\u00ebn. E\nvrar\u00eb, e lodhur, por e vendosur p\u00ebr t\u00eb vazhduar, ja ku \u00ebsht\u00eb\u201d. D\u00ebgjojeni z\u00ebrin\nq\u00eb po na tregon udh\u00ebt! Q\u00ebnka liria! Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb gjall\u00eb dhe me t\u00eb madhe po thot\u00eb:\n\u201cEjani pas meje!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ese nga Xhuliana Guri, Mali i Jushit, me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ajo fitoi vendin e par\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb konkurs letrar t\u00eb organizuar gjat\u00eb muajit n\u00ebntor nga shkolla e mesme e Bushatit. Trup dhe shpirt, pengje t\u00eb liris\u00eb. Nj\u00eb \u00e7ift perfekt t\u00eb burgosurish ku jeta e tyre nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e tyre, as fryma q\u00eb marrin, as drita … <\/p>\n

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