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Gjithmon\u00eb ndjej nj\u00ebfar\u00eb lloj turpi dhe n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb ngush\u00ebllohem me iden\u00eb e t\u00eb qenit poet. Nj\u00eb turp q\u00eb nuk ka mund\u00ebsi ta marr vesh se nga m\u00eb vjen e ku shkon. Ose e marr vesh pa dashur t\u00eb shkrij\u00eb mend m\u00eb shum\u00eb, lidhur me k\u00ebt\u00eb \u00e7\u00ebshtje. Gjithmon\u00eb poet\u00ebt kan\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb gj\u00ebra tmerr\u00ebsisht t\u00eb v\u00ebrteta dhe n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb m\u00eb duket se kurr\u00eb nuk kan\u00eb arritur ta ndryshojn\u00eb gjendjen e mas\u00ebs, q\u00eb p\u00ebrv\u00eblohet n\u00eb sh\u00ebmti. K\u00ebtu q\u00ebndron fatkeq\u00ebsia madh\u00ebshtore e tyre. Pra e poet\u00ebve. Fatkeq\u00ebsia e vetme, q\u00eb na b\u00ebn nder. Ta themi edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb q\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, mua nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb se m\u00eb p\u00eblqen edhe aq shum\u00eb. Gjithmon\u00eb masa ka ngadhnjyer mbi t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat njer\u00ebzore t\u00eb poet\u00ebve. Ngase brenda llojit njer\u00ebzor barbarizmi i mendjes \u00ebsht\u00eb i parr\u00ebzuesh\u00ebm dhe totalitar. Gjithmon\u00eb ndjej se brenda meje ka di\u00e7ka f\u00ebmij\u00ebrore. Th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn nuk m\u00eb ka shkuar p\u00ebr dore t\u00eb rroj n\u00eb paqe me realitetin. Ngase besoj fanatikisht se \u00e7do realitet i secilit vend \u00ebsht\u00eb i p\u00ebr\u00e7udsh\u00ebm. I dal\u00eb mendsh. Dhe i f\u00eblliqur. Shum\u00ebsia e realiteteve t\u00eb pista e kan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb pajetueshme. Ose zor t\u00eb jetueshme. Duket se kam ardhur n\u00eb nj\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. Aq m\u00eb b\u00ebn se kujt i p\u00ebrkas\u00eb. Dhe kujt i sh\u00ebrbej. Aq m\u00eb b\u00ebn se \u00e7far\u00eb duhet t\u00eb them. Dhe kujt duhet t\u2019i besoj. Kemi humbur shansin p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb kjo gj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e mir\u00eb. Kemi humbur rastin p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb kjo gj\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb aq e mir\u00eb. Kemi humbur rastin p\u00ebr t\u00eb njohur kufinjt\u00eb brenda nesh. P\u00ebr ta kuptuar lirin\u00eb. Dhe p\u00ebr ta pranuar tjetrin. T\u00eb zhytur thell\u00eb n\u00eb egocentriz\u00ebm primitiv, nuk jemi asgj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr pos viktima t\u00eb mjera provinciale. Nuk jemi asgj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr pos qenie vigane, me une t\u00eb s\u00ebmura. Duke u ngashnjyer nga lavdia, n\u00eb dor\u00ebn e bukur t\u00eb dreqit.<\/p>\n
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Mario Benedetti, poeti i madh uruguaian, shtron pyetje fundamentale n\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn prej poezive t\u00eb tij, t\u00eb thurrura p\u00ebr bukuri. T\u2019i biem shkurt. Radha e njer\u00ebzve p\u00ebr sulme t\u00eb pareshtura kritike \u00ebsht\u00eb aq e madhe. Dhe gatishm\u00ebria p\u00ebr t\u00eb kafshuar n\u00eb qaf\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb e llahtarshme. Pra ta themi at\u00eb q\u00eb e kemi n\u00eb mendje. Sa m\u00eb shpejt\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb e mundur. Hapini vesh\u00ebt mir\u00eb. Benedetti pyet se \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodhte n\u00ebse britma e nj\u00eb kontinenti, do t\u00eb qe britma e t\u00eb gjitha kontinenteve. Ai pyet se \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodhte n\u00ebse i djegim t\u00eb gjith\u00eb flamujt, p\u00ebr t\u00eb pasur vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb. At\u00eb t\u00eb tonin. At\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve. Ose m\u00eb mir\u00eb asnj\u00eb pasi nuk na nevojitet. Ai pyet se \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodhte n\u00ebse reshtim s\u00eb qeni patriot, p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb thjesht\u00eb njer\u00ebz. Ai pyet se \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodhte n\u00ebse organizohemi dhe n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00eb koh\u00eb p\u00ebrballemi pa arm\u00eb, n\u00eb heshtje, t\u00eb shumt\u00eb, me fytyr\u00ebn e shtyp\u00ebsve, pa \u2018rroft\u00eb\u2019, pa duartrokitje, pa buz\u00ebqeshje, pa rrahje-shpine, pa himne partiake. Ai pyet dhe n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb nuk jep p\u00ebrgjigje. Ngase thot\u00eb se nuk e din. M\u00eb duket i gjunj\u00ebzuar kur e thot\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb.<\/p>\n
A \u00ebsht\u00eb kjo fatkeq\u00ebsia e madhe e poet\u00ebve. Apo vet\u00eb shtruarja e pyetjeve t\u00eb tilla \u00ebsht\u00eb fatbardh\u00ebsi. Mua ma ka \u00ebnda t\u00eb besoj tek kjo e dyta. Pa dashur t\u00eb shpjegoj\u00eb shkaqet e k\u00ebtij besimi t\u00eb patundsh\u00ebm. Ma ha mendja se pyetjet e Benedettit duhet t\u00eb godasin si \u00e7ekan, n\u00eb kok\u00ebn e secili njeri. Kudo mbi faqe t\u00eb dheut. Ngase luft\u00ebrat e t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve jan\u00eb t\u00eb miat. Dhe luft\u00ebrat e mia jan\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve. Kjo sa p\u00ebr ta d\u00ebshmuar natyr\u00ebn time t\u00eb llastuar dhe qesharake apo sentimentin e padinjitetsh\u00ebm njer\u00ebzor.<\/p>\n
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Gjithmon\u00eb gjaku rrjedh dhe rrjedh dhe rrjedh. Dhe ne \u00e7do dit\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb, pa fije turpi, rrjedhim nga trut\u00eb.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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