{"id":4089,"date":"2017-07-17T14:56:42","date_gmt":"2017-07-17T12:56:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/?p=4089"},"modified":"2024-12-12T15:03:07","modified_gmt":"2024-12-12T13:03:07","slug":"lindja","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/sr\/kritike\/lindja\/","title":{"rendered":"Lindja"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"news-up\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"news-down\">\n<div class=\"img-wrapper\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"news-left\">\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Nj\u00ebra nd\u00ebr \u00ebndrrat e mia t\u00eb kahershme e cila ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr d\u00ebshtake, ishte bindja ime idiote se kisha kapacitete shpirt\u00ebrore p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb yll i madh roku. Kurr\u00eb nuk ia kam dalur. Mbaj mend se isha lider i dy bendeve natyrisht d\u00ebshtake. Por ne nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebhemi mizor ndaj vetes e as ju nuk besoj se do t\u00eb arrini t\u00eb shkoni deri n\u00eb at\u00eb pik\u00eb, ku tallja me budallallepjet e djemve t\u00eb rinj do t\u00eb ju b\u00ebnte t\u00eb shkriheni nga k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia. E gjith\u00eb jeta njer\u00ebzore po ta shohim holl\u00eb e holl\u00eb, dridhet si mishi n\u00eb prush, mbi tiganin e pamund\u00ebsis\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019ja dalur mban\u00eb. Nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e mir\u00eb e asaj se kush jemi dhe \u00e7far\u00eb dreqin p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebsojm\u00eb, p\u00ebrcaktohet nga masa e d\u00ebshtimit ton\u00eb. Kjo gj\u00eb madje \u00ebsht\u00eb pohuar nga men\u00e7urak\u00ebt. Besimi i madh \u00ebsht\u00eb tipar i gomer\u00ebve. K\u00ebshtu t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn urt\u00ebsia popullore \u00ebsht\u00eb munduar ta argumentoj\u00eb. Pra isha nj\u00ebri prej \u00ebnd\u00ebrrimtar\u00ebve qesharak hipur mbi maj\u00ebn e nj\u00eb eskavatori t\u00eb prishur, me nj\u00eb shkop t\u00eb gjat\u00eb n\u00eb vend t\u00eb kitar\u00ebs elektrike, tek shihja veten n\u00eb hije dhe dalloja flok\u00ebt e mia t\u00eb hallakatura. Mbyllja syt\u00eb dhe derisa per\u00ebndonte dielli, imagjinoja veten Zot dhe nj\u00eb turm\u00eb t\u00eb madhe njer\u00ebzish posht\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb mia teksa duan t\u00eb ma thithin. Pra e kaluara \u00ebsht\u00eb masa e njohjes, turpit dhe hares\u00eb s\u00eb madhe ndaj vetes. Koha \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb peshqir i madh q\u00eb na pastron fytyr\u00ebn n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb pand\u00ebrprer\u00eb. Ngase e kemi t\u00eb nevojshme. Pa e kuptuar as vet\u00eb. Fatkeq\u00ebsisht.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>N\u00eb bodrumin e madh t\u00eb Danit derisa i binte si i marr\u00eb tupanave, kam ndjer\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb fundit her\u00eb ethet e m\u00ebdha, se mund t\u00eb b\u00ebhem edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebtar i madh roku. Kam besuar dhe e kam kund\u00ebrshtuar me forc\u00eb Artonin, kitaristin e grupit kur mendonte se gjith\u00e7ka ishte kot dhe ne ishim sall disa figura tragjike q\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrrojn\u00eb. M\u00eb vjen keq q\u00eb e kam kund\u00ebrshtuar. Ai kishte t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Kush dreqin isha un\u00eb, q\u00eb e kisha at\u00eb mikrofon n\u00eb duar pa asnj\u00eb dije mbi notat. Por tregohuni t\u00eb m\u00ebshirsh\u00ebm me mjeran\u00ebt e k\u00ebtij lloji. Sidoqoft\u00eb t\u00eb tret\u00eb e kishim nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt, n\u00eb mes t\u00ebr\u00eb asaj shkap\u00ebrderdhje interesash mbi gj\u00ebra. Ishim adhurues t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj\u00eb t\u00eb Lindjes. Dhe vdisnim t\u00eb ishim si ta. Madje kishim b\u00ebr\u00eb cover nj\u00ebr\u00ebn prej k\u00ebng\u00ebve t\u00eb tyre. Ata ishin frym\u00ebzimi yn\u00eb i madh derisa n\u00eb mesnat\u00eb ecnim n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00eb duke ndjer\u00eb fjollat e bor\u00ebs, mbi fytyrat tona t\u00eb paprishura. Them me vete. M\u00eb mir\u00eb m\u00eb \u00ebndrra t\u00eb kalbura se sa pa asnj\u00ebr\u00ebn prej tyre. Dhe as q\u00eb dua ta di n\u00ebse kam t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Pa \u00e7ka se jeta e ka b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb vet\u00ebn. Dhe ne t\u00eb tre e kemi b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb ton\u00ebn. Jemi dor\u00ebzuar para kasaphan\u00ebs s\u00eb koh\u00ebs. Dhe natyrisht gjith\u00e7ka rrjedh\u00eb. Qet\u00eb.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Dhe ja ku gjendem i mbytur nga mosdurueshm\u00ebria, duke b\u00ebrtitur me aq z\u00eb q\u00eb kam n\u00eb mes turm\u00ebs s\u00eb heshtur, duke dashur t\u00eb mos e shqet\u00ebsoj krijes\u00ebn ton\u00eb q\u00eb rritet n\u00eb barkun e vash\u00ebs sime. Nj\u00eb prishtinas i natyralizuar n\u00eb amfiteatrin e G\u00ebrmis\u00eb, mes gocash e djemsh q\u00eb mundohen t\u00eb b\u00ebhen sa m\u00eb interesant q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e mundur, nj\u00eb mjek\u00ebrosh i hutuar q\u00eb \u00e7ohet pesh\u00eb pak para daljes n\u00eb sken\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebrit prej bendeve kult t\u00eb viteve 80-ta. Ende mbaj mend gisht\u00ebrinjt\u00eb e dridhur t\u00eb Artonit, kur b\u00ebnte coverin e versionit t\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebs \u201cO moj ti me syt\u00eb e zi\u201d nga Lindja, q\u00eb pas kat\u00ebrmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vitesh ngjiten n\u00eb sken\u00eb duke ul\u00ebritur n\u00eb mikrofon\u00ebt e gjysm\u00eb ulur, derisa zemra ime b\u00ebhet mal. Dhe sapo nis Tatita, trupi ringjallet, syt\u00eb m\u00eb mbyllen dhe harroj gjith\u00e7ka. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia zhduket dhe zhg\u00ebnjimi i trashur tretet. Dhe un\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri e gjej veten aty ku e kam dashur gjithmon\u00eb. Duke fjetur i lumtur me Qingjin e Vog\u00ebl mes nj\u00eb Bashqeje me Lule. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund tingujt e cil\u00ebsuar n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e tyre si post new wave, pushtojn\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb japin ndjenj\u00ebn se jam i p\u00ebrjetsh\u00ebm, ardhur n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb sall p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb i lumtur n\u00ebse eventualisht kemi arritur n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb ndritshme. Lindja \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00ebri nd\u00ebr rock grupet m\u00eb origjinale n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vend t\u00eb katandisur muzikalisht. I krijuar m\u00eb 1983, tre vite para lindjes sime, Lindja m\u00eb intereson sepse e adhuroj tingullin dhe k\u00ebng\u00ebt e tyre e transformojn\u00eb koh\u00ebn n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb dhe pohojn\u00eb vetmin\u00eb njer\u00ebzore pa \u00e7ka se ne mund ta l\u00ebshojm\u00eb veten shfrenuar rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb Italis\u00eb metafizike t\u00eb Nazit. N\u00eb fund fare Ezra Pound mendonte se poet\u00ebve qe nuk u intereson muzika, b\u00ebhen poet\u00eb t\u00eb dob\u00ebt. Kurr\u00eb nuk kam dashur t\u00eb jem poet i dob\u00ebt n\u00eb pamund\u00ebsi p\u00ebr t\u2019u b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebtar i madh. Ose th\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb pamund\u00ebsi p\u00ebr t\u2019u b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebtar i madh, u b\u00ebra nj\u00eb fan i zjarrt\u00eb i Lindjes. Q\u00eb jam ashtu si dua p\u00ebrmes tyre.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"news-right\">\n<div class=\"post\">\n<p class=\"author\">\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>*** Nj\u00ebra nd\u00ebr \u00ebndrrat e mia t\u00eb kahershme e cila ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr d\u00ebshtake, ishte bindja ime idiote se kisha kapacitete shpirt\u00ebrore p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb yll i madh roku. Kurr\u00eb nuk ia kam dalur. Mbaj mend se isha lider i dy bendeve natyrisht d\u00ebshtake. 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