tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72462607347520888932012-02-16T20:01:30.804-08:00TRABOINIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16999898856662580005noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246260734752088893.post-20246900457416409582008-06-03T01:39:00.003-07:002008-06-04T23:26:44.379-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SEYtC4BofoI/AAAAAAAAHXc/qMHXnQUYIyI/s1600-h/libri.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 53px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SEYtC4BofoI/AAAAAAAAHXc/qMHXnQUYIyI/s400/libri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207899546522779266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >RADIJE HOXHA - DIJA</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >GJENIU PLEQNON ÇMENDINE TIME...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SEeGU1IS1fI/AAAAAAAAHXs/AECpBo2lw70/s1600-h/Nexhmije+Pagarusha+web.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SEeGU1IS1fI/AAAAAAAAHXs/AECpBo2lw70/s400/Nexhmije+Pagarusha+web.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208279186494641650" border="0" /></a><br />Sot<br />Gjeniu i Nexhmije Pagarushës<br />e zuri në flagrance çmëndinë time.<br />Ia mbylli veshët me kufje<br />e uli para ekranit të kompiuterit<br />dhe në mikrofon i tha:<br />-Ja kjo është ekspozita e parë<br />e organeve të tua të brëndëshme.<br />kerko!<br />Kurrë më parë nuk e kisha ditur<br />se vezori im i majtë<br />është vepër e Mahmud Farshianit.<br />Enter!<br />Arabeska e trurit : Esher, 24.09.1961.<br />kerko!<br />Kurrizi mban unazën.<br />Valon Flamuri japonez.<br />Spondiloza fejohet me Guernikën.<br />Enter!<br />Lukthi deshifron grafologjitë e zemrës<br />që jeton me honorare( sot për sot).<br />kërko!<br />Kerkoj prerjen e qindfishte te qelizes model<br />-kreacioni i fundit<br />kerkoj shpirtin universal në anglisht<br />dhe në gjuhët e tjera të botës.<br />Error!<br />Sot,<br />me 3 korrik 2004<br />gjeniu i Nexhmije Pagarushës<br />pleqnoi çmendine time<br />dhe kompiuteri e pranoi gabimin!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >KRIMI I DASHURISË</span><br /><br />më la apo e lashë<br />Sidoqoftë...<br />Eja t'a gjykojmë këtë krim<br />Kemi avokatë të fortë<br />Gjykatësi e njeh ligjin mirë<br />Nuk na burgos dot pa dëshirë<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Maj 1997 Shkup<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >ÇMIMI I DASHURISË</span><br /><br />Dashuria jonë doli në treg<br />të shitet për pesë para<br />E kërkuan shkencëtarët, gjyqtarët, barbarët...<br />Kishte shume blerës,<br />aq shumë<br />sa u pendova:<br />Pse nuk ja ngrita çmimin qe ne fillim?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mars 1997 Shkup</span><br /><br /><br />* * *<br />Shkove<br />dhe gjaku në deje m'u ngri.<br /><br />Pse kur flas për dashurinë e shkuar<br /> nuk<br />nisem nga Ti?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">IN MEMORIAM</span><br /><br />Në këtë qytet të vdekur<br />ku më as engjëjt s'janë të ndershëm<br />vargu im për incest<br />U dënua me burgim të përjetshëm<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Shkup-Teheran 26 janar 2000</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >NDARJE NË LINDJE</span><br /><br />Ç'të marr me vete kur të shkoj<br />ma jep jetën shpirt<br />buzët, sytë<br />heshtjen tënde të marrë...<br />o Zot<br />po shkoj në lindje për t'u ndarë!...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >SKULPTORI IM</span><br /><br />Çdo ditë më bren ngapak<br />MikelEngjulli im<br />nga vetja ime më ndan<br />Kërkon Dijen qe Mosdijes i ngjanë?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">T' A TREMBIM VDEKJEN BASHKË</span><br /><br />Mosha jote ka frikë<br />Do ta përzë vdekjen jashtë<br />As unë pa ty<br />S'mund të mbyll sy<br />Po s'e trembëm bashkë...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" >NË KOPËSHTIN TËND</span><br /><br />Ah, sa me qejf do të vija tek ty<br />Të ngjitem pak në degët e tua<br />Të këpus një mollë, një ftua, një qershi<br />Pa më parë e sharë asnjeri.<br /><br />Si fantazëm t'u përvidhem rojeve të natës<br />Nga vrimat e dyerve të përgjuara<br />Si një i verbër që prek gjëra të ndaluara<br />Të digjem me gjellën e shijshme të darkës.<br /><br />Dhe s'druaj nëse më kapin rojet e natës<br />Gjithë xhandarët, femrat e policia<br />Po kam frikë se frutat me dalin të thartë<br />e pas tyre më kap uria!<br /><br />Teheran, dhjetor 1999<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >FALL NË DIVAN</span><br /><br />Gratë në Persi<br />çelin fall me Hafizin<br />e unë<br />me Vehbi Skenderin.<br /><br />Sonte<br />në Mejdane Nur<br />do të luaj symbyllas<br />me terrin.<br /><br />Gratë<br />në "Divan"<br /> e ne<br /> "Bëjmë sikur"<br />Jemi a s'jemi të lumtur?<br /><br />Sa më larg njëri-tjetrit<br />Jemi aq më të lumtur<br />Jemi shumë të bukur!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">nga "Gjeniu pleqnon çmendinë time" , RADIJE HOXHA - DIJA, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Asdreni, Shkup 2005</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SEWYODnqQZI/AAAAAAAAHXE/eBgeNQY8W98/s1600-h/Serene-Poster-.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SEWYODnqQZI/AAAAAAAAHXE/eBgeNQY8W98/s400/Serene-Poster-.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207735911381090706" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246260734752088893-2024690045741640958?l=dija-poezi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TRABOINIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16999898856662580005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246260734752088893.post-67317230931596278182008-06-03T01:39:00.001-07:002008-07-26T00:05:28.433-07:00<b><span style="font-size:130%;">RADIJE HOXHA</span></b><b><br /> Poezi</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrMIFC62CI/AAAAAAAAH0g/LPgP4BMgsyM/s1600-h/800px-La_Defense_dsc07138.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrMIFC62CI/AAAAAAAAH0g/LPgP4BMgsyM/s320/800px-La_Defense_dsc07138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227214756682324002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>KAM MUNDUR...</b><p></p> <p>Kam mundur te kem lindur ne Paris,<br />me Senen lezbike te puthem vajzerisht.<br />Te jem gruaja e shtate e ndonje sheiku barktrashe,<br />Qe diten Zotit, e naten Burrit i lutet,<br />per pak dashuri (nje here ne jave).</p> <p>Gjithcka kam mundur te behem:<br />zezake, e verdhe, xhuxhe, cigane, insekt,<br />burre shteti, grua mileti `si Cicolina`, prefekt, difekt,<br />semundje ngjitese, lidhese, pikepyetje a pikecuditese.</p> <p>Edhe Zotit kam mundur ti behem grua,<br />te shetis sarajeve, aty ku askush s’mund te shkoje!<br />Te ngrej Kishe e Xhami<br />dhe fshehurazi te te mbaj peng<br />nen dry...<br />por...<br />Ja qe rastesisht jam Dija<br />dhe s’di c’te bej me Ty...!</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Ich habe gekonnt</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p><b></b>auch in Paris geboren zu sein,<br />in der Lesbensszene mich jungfräulich zu küssen,<br />die siebte Frau, irgendeines dickbäuchigen Scheichs,<br />am Tag den Gott und Nachts, den Mann um ein Hauch Liebe<br />...einmal in die Woche zu Erbitten</p> <p>Alles Mögliche hätte ich werden können,<br />Negerin, Gelbhäutige, Zwergin, Zigeunerin, ein Insekt,<br />Staatsmann, eine Volksfrau `wie Cicoline, Bürgermeister,<br />ansteckendes Leiden, Bindestrich, Frage oder auch Aufführungszeichen.</p> <p>Ich hätte auch den Gott heiraten können<br />und durch Sarajas* spazieren,<br />dort, wo niemand hingehen kann,<br />um Moscheen und Kirchen zu bauen,<br />um dich hinter dem Riegel geheim zu halten<br />aber…, rein, zufällig bin ich nun mal Dija<br />und weiß nicht, was ich mit dir machen soll?</p> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrLY6Q9JSI/AAAAAAAAH0Y/_0DGr7XZzT4/s1600-h/800px-View_from_the_Lake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrLY6Q9JSI/AAAAAAAAH0Y/_0DGr7XZzT4/s320/800px-View_from_the_Lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227213946334553378" border="0" /></a></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>NE LIQENIN E OHRIT</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Mora dhome per ne te dy<br />ne mes pishave...<br />U ca qielli blu,<br />Liqenit plote perla i hodha sy<br />Pagova verberine time...!</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Am See der Oher</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>nahm ich, für uns beide ein Zimmer,<br />zwischen den Pinienbäumen.<br />Der Himmel brach in blau auf,<br />ich erblickte den See voller Perlen<br />und büsste meine Blindheit ein.</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>PRELUD</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>E puthe goten,<br />Isha ne te dy syte,<br />Lakuriqe...<br />Nata me mbeti ne fyt<br />S’beme dashuri...!</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Vorspiel</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>ich küsste das Trinkglas,<br />es war in beiden Augen<br />nackt.<br />Die Nachts blieb mir im Hals stecken,<br />wir machten keine Liebe.</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>NE PARAJSE ISHA FEMI</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>U vonove i dashur,<br />Nente muaj.<br />Nente muaj pa Ty...<br />Vdiqa...!<br />Atje ne parajse isha femi...</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Im Paradies war ich ein Kind</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Liebling, du hast dich verspätet,<br />neun Monaten,<br />neun Monaten ohne dich...<br />ich starb!<br />dort im Paradies war ich ein Kind……</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>ZOTI IM</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Me bluan si grurin...<br />Te gatuaj buke te bardhe,<br />Shtrohem...<br />Kembekryq<br />Ulesh ne sofer<br />Dhe si zot i shtepise<br />Thyen buken...</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Mein Gott</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Mahlte mich wie Weizen,<br />Um Weißbrot zu bereiten<br />hocke ich mich hin...<br />Du setzt dich an den Tisch<br />und als Familienoberhaupt<br />zerteilst du das Brot</p><p><br /></p> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>Une besoj</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Une besoj ne Zot<br />Ti beson ne mua<br />Imzot, po ti s’qenke ateist!</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Ich Glaube</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>ich glaube an Gott<br />du glaubst an mich<br />mein Herrn,<br />du bist doch nicht Gottlos!</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>AFER VDEKJES</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Siper meje banon nje njeri me leucemi,<br />Naten vone vdekja ne shtrat e fton...<br />Bejne dashuri.<br />Piskame...<br />Mua dhe vdekjen na ndane<br />vetem nje tavan...</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Dem Sterben nehe</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Über uns wohnt ein Mensch mit Leukämie<br />Spät in der Nacht wird er vom Tod eingeladen.<br />Sie machten Liebe…<br />Die schreien….<br />Mich und den Tod trennt<br />nur eine Decke.</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJXjRnqJI/AAAAAAAAH0I/vfXeNG6Fu9E/s320/22px-Flag_of_Germany.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211723960199314" border="0" /></a><b>Der Preis der Liebe</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>Unsere Liebe erschien aufm Markt<br />um für Fünff Cent, verkauft zu werden<br />Wissenschaftler, Richter, Barbaren….wollten sie kaufen.<br />Es standen einfach viele Kaufwillige da,<br />so viele, dass ich es bereute;<br />Warrum habe ich nicht am anfnag, den Preiss Hochgestellt?</p> <p>***<br /></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>Kur mesojme te dashurojme?!</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>-Po plakesh, e aq pak di per dashurine,<br />tha pikellueshem kalendari Gregorian<br />dhe nisi t’i kryqoje ditet e mia te humbura.<br />Pastaj pyeti:<br />-Kur mesojme te dashurojme?<br />-Vertete, kur mesojme te dashurojme?<br />-He, kur mesojme...?<br />-Kur...?</p> <p>Rane ne provim pyetjet e trembura,<br />Rane ne provim retorikat dhe ligjet e fizikes,<br />Ra dhe trupi im ne kurrizin e kerrusur<br />ne forma shenjash pikesimi.</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>NUK E PEFUNDOVE SHKRIMIN E VETMISE<br />(poetit boshnjak Admiral Mahiq)</b></p> <p><br /></p><p>Me korin e atyre qe e penguan ujin<br />te depertoje ne kepucet tua,<br />kembet sajuan nje rekuiem ne A-dur,<br />per te gjitha pishat ne forme trekendeshi...<br />qe lidhin lotet me imazhet e fundit,<br />ne peronat ku koten<br />dashurite e humbura.</p> <p>Martohu me nje vetmi tjeter miku im!</p> <p>Ne Deja vu-te boshnjake<br />pushojne shikimet e perhumbura te Mitrovices,<br />Sahara e Ajshes nga Maroko ne Drenice.<br />Kacubat e manaferrave rimojne me qepallat e vajzave<br />qe fshihen nga dielli i vitit 1999.</p> <p>Martohu me nje vetmi tjeter miku im!<br />Ti thua:<br />Paramendoji puthjet qe kembehen si te burgosurit...<br />Sa shume te burgosur kemi per te kembyer, miku im,<br />sa fjale te pathena te dashurise kemi per te liruar...</p> <p>Ky Rekuiem ne A-dur, qe nuk perkthehet ne anglisht,<br />ia ben: Pssst,<br />botes ne gjoksin tend<br />dhe perkund foshnjen<br />qe futet ne parajse,<br />bashke me nje doreshkrim te zbehur.</p> <p>Martohu me nje vetmi tjeter miku im,<br />Shkelja syrin mesyshit!</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>ADMIRAL MAHIQI NUK PERKTHEHET</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p>O Zot,<br />si ta shqiperoj kete vetmi kaq madheshtore te poetit<br />qe me puthje qershie shuan etjen e nates?<br />Vajze,<br />Copez Bosnje,<br />Riske buke e pjekur ne diell...<br />dhe Zoti tha:<br />S’ka vetmi ne qiell!</p> <p><b><br /></b></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s1600-h/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-YDekekWA4/SIrJbo6K0_I/AAAAAAAAH0Q/t69aPVFmzFs/s320/22px-Flag_of_Albania.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211794191930354" border="0" /></a><b>Poezi Haiku</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p> <p><b> ***</b><br /></p><p>O buf somnabul<br />ne varrin e Hedajatit<br />henen e kerkon?</p> <p><b>***</b></p> <p>miza e kalit<br />ne gishtin e unazes<br />firmos martesen</p> <p><b>***</b></p> <p>shiu me frak gri<br />gejsha me nxitim fshihet<br />ne akuarel</p> <p><b>***</b></p> <p>vjeshta pijanece<br />krejt qiellin e shet<br />per nje pije</p><p><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >cikel i pergatur e perkthyer gjermanisht nga </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Llemadeo</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > - "Zeri i larget"</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246260734752088893-6731723093159627818?l=dija-poezi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TRABOINIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16999898856662580005noreply@blogger.com0