{"id":13619,"date":"2016-08-05T01:02:40","date_gmt":"2016-08-05T00:02:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/shekulliagency.com\/?p=13619"},"modified":"2016-08-05T01:02:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-05T00:02:02","slug":"dashuria-e-pamate-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/?p=13619","title":{"rendered":"DASHURIA E PAMAT\u00cb"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"dash-111-6544\"<\/a><\/i><\/b><\/i>G\u00ebzuar! G\u00ebzuar!\u00a0Qelqi i gotave reflektonte drit\u00ebn e h\u00ebn\u00ebs. Ajo drit\u00eb e reflektuar preku fytyrat mes shelgjesh, b\u00ebri t\u00eb vezullonin, t\u00eb praroheshin. Got\u00eb pas gote rrek\u00e8llenin n\u00eb gurmaz\u00eb\u2026 po dehesha\u2026ata ishin dehur. Ashtu! Arriti puna deri te lot\u00ebt tha me vete ajo. Ai ishte hutuar krejt dhe thoshte me vete:<\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

dashuri \u00ebsht\u00eb kjo? Apo \u00ebsht\u00eb urrejtje? Por, me sa duket, kjo nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb indiferenc\u00eb. Nj\u00eb arsye m\u00ebtep\u00ebr q\u00eb t\u00eb sqarohem e t\u2019i jap fund.\u201d<\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Ju po m\u00eb shtini kaq shum\u00eb frik\u00ebn, sa nuk po guxoj as t\u2019ua kthej p\u00ebrgjigjen,- i tha me nj\u00eb pamje m\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb fort t\u00eb turbulluar. -E \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshit?-vazhdoi ajo me kryelart\u00ebsi. -Q\u00eb m\u00eb dashuroni, o engj\u00ebllushja ime. Thuamani, dhe un\u00eb nuk do ta shp\u00ebrdoroj kurr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb fjal\u00eb.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb ngritesha syt\u00eb, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, do t\u00eb shohin q\u00eb un\u00eb dashuroj. Ah!\u00a0 Sa e papjekur jam treguar q\u00eb erdha sonte k\u00ebtu! M\u00eb mbetet vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb rrug\u00ebdalje: edhe sikur \u00a0duhet t\u00eb vdes n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vend, un\u00eb do t\u00eb q\u00ebndroj k\u00ebtu, e pal\u00ebvizur dhe e heshtur. Ndoshta n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb do t\u00eb arrij t\u00eb mos b\u00ebj asnj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb detyroje t\u00eb skuqem.Syt\u00eb e saj q\u00ebndruan me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb t\u00eb ngulitur mbi nj\u00eb gravur.<\/p>\n

Ajo ka syt\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura, si\u00e7 e pat\u00eb edhe vet\u00eb, sy q\u00eb thon\u00eb \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb duan. Ai me kok\u00ebn lart, po edhe me hap t\u00eb sigurt, me fytyr\u00ebn guximtar, ku lexohej vendosm\u00ebria dhe kuraja e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Ishte i k\u00ebnaqur me m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn se si e plot\u00ebsonte detyr\u00ebn e tij. U ngjit te ajo, ai u p\u00ebrkul nga ajo dhe i tha me seriozitet:<\/p>\n

\u00c7far\u00eb sy, zonj\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr ju, dhe p\u00ebr mua!<\/p>\n

Ajo ia plasi t\u00eb qeshurit. Syt\u00eb ishin ngulitur mbi supet e bukura t\u00eb saj, t\u00eb cilat mbuloheshin nga nj\u00eb bluz\u00eb shume e bukur vere. Ajo e v\u00ebshtronte n\u00eb heshtje me shum\u00eb v\u00ebmendje dhe me nj\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrveshur t\u00eb leht\u00eb filozofik dhe magjiplote t\u00eb buz\u00ebve. N\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast, ajo mori nj\u00eb pamje paan\u00ebsie serioze dhe plot shije. Kjo ia vinte akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00eb pah bukurin\u00eb e saj.<\/p>\n

Ai guxoi t\u2019i hidhte syt\u00eb asaj, por ai kishte frik\u00eb e dridhej se mos haste syt\u00eb e saj, \u00a0gj\u00eb q\u00eb do ta shtr\u00ebngonte t\u00eb fliste n\u00eb \u00e7ast. Ai pa se ajo po v\u00ebshtronte nj\u00eb piktur\u00eb, por me nj\u00eb pamje plot naze. S\u00eb shhkret\u00ebs i shkrepi nj\u00eb her\u00eb mendimi q\u00eb t\u2019ia merrte nj\u00ebher\u00eb dor\u00ebn q\u00eb ai po mb\u00ebshteste mbi tryez\u00eb, duke mbajtur tjetr\u00ebn nj\u00eb gravur, dhe ta \u00e7onte te buz\u00ebt e saj.<\/p>\n

Por,pa dashur , ai u prek nga kjo figur\u00eb e dhimbjes s\u00eb skajshme, t\u00eb luajtur p\u00ebr bukuri!<\/p>\n

Ajo q\u00eb e shtonte n\u00eb kulm magjepsjen ishin flok\u00ebt e saj pak t\u00eb shpupurisur; sapo e kishte flakur kapel\u00ebn e vet pa kujdes. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb grua e bukur q\u00eb t\u00eb le pa goj\u00eb e cila pa dyshim mb\u00ebshtetet mbi efektin e bukuris\u00eb s\u00eb saj. Zemra ime \u00ebsht\u00eb mbushur plot respekt, madje edhe plot mir\u00ebnjohje, por halli \u00ebsht\u00eb se zemra ime nuk ndjen dashuri.<\/p>\n

Zonja Mirela e v\u00ebshtroi me ato sy t\u00eb p\u00ebrskuqur nga lot\u00ebt; por q\u00eb kujdesi i jasht\u00ebzakonshme e mbante pezull. Por un\u00eb tani po vdes nga dashuria. Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb grua e denj\u00eb, po e them hapur. Posht\u00ebrom, un\u00eb meritoj \u00e7do p\u00ebrbuzje. Un\u00eb po vdes nga dashuria dhe nga turpi. Mirela i ngjante nj\u00eb portreti t\u00eb Veronezit me ato flok\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb e t\u00eb ndritshme. Shpesh me nj\u00eb gjest t\u00eb zakonshme, vinte t\u00eb dy duart n\u00eb t\u00ebmthat si t\u00eb l\u00ebmonte flok\u00ebt. Dinte vet\u00ebm se ajo do ta adhuronte me gjith\u00eb shpirt dhe se ai do ta donte me t\u00ebr\u00eb fuqin e tij. Do t\u00eb sh\u00ebtitnin mbr\u00ebmjeve si kjo e sotmja n\u00ebn hirin llamburit\u00ebs q\u00eb binte nga yjet. Do t\u00eb shkonin dor\u00eb p\u00ebr dore t\u00eb shtr\u00ebnguar me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin aq sa t\u00eb d\u00ebgjonin edhe t\u00eb rahurat e zemrave t\u00eb tyre, t\u00eb ndjenin afshin e supeve, t\u00eb p\u00ebrzjerin dashurin\u00eb e tyre me kthjellt\u00ebsin\u00eb e \u00ebmb\u00ebl t\u00eb net\u00ebve t\u00eb ver\u00ebs, aq t\u00eb bashkuar saq\u00eb, vet\u00ebm me an\u00ebn e pushtetit t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb, do t\u00eb dep\u00ebrtonin leht\u00eb deri n\u00eb mendimet e tyre m\u00eb sekrete.<\/p>\n

Dhe kjo do t\u00eb vazhdonte deri n\u00eb amshim, me nj\u00eb dashuri t\u00eb \u00e7ilt\u00ebr e t\u00eb pamat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

G\u00ebzuar! G\u00ebzuar!\u00a0Qelqi i gotave reflektonte drit\u00ebn e h\u00ebn\u00ebs. Ajo drit\u00eb e reflektuar preku fytyrat mes shelgjesh, b\u00ebri t\u00eb vezullonin, t\u00eb praroheshin. Got\u00eb pas gote rrek\u00e8llenin n\u00eb gurmaz\u00eb\u2026 po dehesha\u2026ata ishin…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13620,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13619","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poeziletersi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13619"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13619"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13619\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13623,"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13619\/revisions\/13623"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13620"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13619"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13619"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alb.shekulliagency.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13619"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}