Dedikime
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Re: Dedikime
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime eshte Kosova
Eshte Prishtina
Eshte GJakova
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime eshte Kosova
Eshte Drenica
Eshte Rugova
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime eshte Kosova
Dugagjini dhe Tetova
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime Grykëholla
Podujeva e tan Kosova
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime eshte Kosova
Eshte Prishtina
Eshte GJakova
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime eshte Kosova
Eshte Drenica
Eshte Rugova
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime eshte Kosova
Dugagjini dhe Tetova
Une jetime e kesaj toke
Kam nje nanë qe i thrras loke
Lokja ime Grykëholla
Podujeva e tan Kosova
alinos
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Re: Dedikime
Per Sailor
The Paradox of Time [Paradoksi i Kohes]
(A Variation on Ronsard)
"Le temps s'en va, le lemps s'en va, ma dame!
Las! le temps non: mais NOUS nous en allons!"
TIME goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go;
Or else, were this not so,
What need to chain the hours,
For Youth were always ours?
Time goes, you say?--ah no!
Ours is the eyes' deceit
Of men whose flying feet
Lead through some landscape low;
We pass, and think we see
The earth's fixed surface flee:--
Alas, Time stays,--we go!
Once in the days of old,
Your locks were curling gold,
And mine had shamed the crow.
Now, in the self-same stage,
We've reached the silver age;
Time goes, you say?--ah no!
Once, when my voice was strong,
I filled the woods with song
To praise your "rose" and "snow";
My bird, that sang, is dead;
Where are your roses fled?
Alas, Time stays,--we go!
See, in what traversed ways,
What backward Fate delays
The hopes we used to know;
Where are our old desires?--
Ah, where those vanished fires?
Time goes, you say?--ah no!
How far, how far, O Sweet,
The past behind our feet
Lies in the even-glow!
Now, on the forward way,
Let us fold hands, and pray;
Alas, Time stays,--we go!
Austin Dobson
Per Sailor
The Paradox of Time [Paradoksi i Kohes]
(A Variation on Ronsard)
"Le temps s'en va, le lemps s'en va, ma dame!
Las! le temps non: mais NOUS nous en allons!"
TIME goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go;
Or else, were this not so,
What need to chain the hours,
For Youth were always ours?
Time goes, you say?--ah no!
Ours is the eyes' deceit
Of men whose flying feet
Lead through some landscape low;
We pass, and think we see
The earth's fixed surface flee:--
Alas, Time stays,--we go!
Once in the days of old,
Your locks were curling gold,
And mine had shamed the crow.
Now, in the self-same stage,
We've reached the silver age;
Time goes, you say?--ah no!
Once, when my voice was strong,
I filled the woods with song
To praise your "rose" and "snow";
My bird, that sang, is dead;
Where are your roses fled?
Alas, Time stays,--we go!
See, in what traversed ways,
What backward Fate delays
The hopes we used to know;
Where are our old desires?--
Ah, where those vanished fires?
Time goes, you say?--ah no!
How far, how far, O Sweet,
The past behind our feet
Lies in the even-glow!
Now, on the forward way,
Let us fold hands, and pray;
Alas, Time stays,--we go!
Austin Dobson
alinos
Forumium maestatis
Re: Dedikime
For Iv
"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead
Walk beside me and be my friend."
Albert Camus
"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone
else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life drifted us apart, but you remain so important to me I cannot find words to express it. I chose two amongst all those that wrote about real friendship, one best liked by you, the other by me. The beauty of our friendship was and still is uderstanding each-other and listening without judgement, without prejudice, without malice, without interest apart from pure childlike love. I cannot wait the moment we will look into each-others eyes and know, feel and understand what words are poor to behold. Be always yourself, I will try to be mine.
For Iv
"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead
Walk beside me and be my friend."
Albert Camus
"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone
else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life drifted us apart, but you remain so important to me I cannot find words to express it. I chose two amongst all those that wrote about real friendship, one best liked by you, the other by me. The beauty of our friendship was and still is uderstanding each-other and listening without judgement, without prejudice, without malice, without interest apart from pure childlike love. I cannot wait the moment we will look into each-others eyes and know, feel and understand what words are poor to behold. Be always yourself, I will try to be mine.
Re: Dedikime
Vorrei essere una rondine, per dividere il mio cielo con te, in modo che divenisse il tuo cielo. Vorrei essere l' onda che muore in mille gocce sul tuo corpo senza chiedersi il perché. Vorrei essere il tuo sole, per riscaldarti senza bruciarti, e farei in modo che l'azzurro del cielo non prendesse mai sottobraccio l'infelicità. Vorrei essere la luna... per essere coperta sul tuo cuore per tutte le lunghe notti.
Kete mesazh....
..dhe kete trendafil...
...ma kish cuar "dikush" (nuk e di s'e kush) sot ne nje perkushtim special . /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
P.s.Me ka pleqyer shume dhe ma ka mbush zemren plot. /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gifDo doja te dija kush ishte
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Vorrei essere una rondine, per dividere il mio cielo con te, in modo che divenisse il tuo cielo. Vorrei essere l' onda che muore in mille gocce sul tuo corpo senza chiedersi il perché. Vorrei essere il tuo sole, per riscaldarti senza bruciarti, e farei in modo che l'azzurro del cielo non prendesse mai sottobraccio l'infelicità. Vorrei essere la luna... per essere coperta sul tuo cuore per tutte le lunghe notti.
Kete mesazh....
..dhe kete trendafil...
...ma kish cuar "dikush" (nuk e di s'e kush) sot ne nje perkushtim special . /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
P.s.Me ka pleqyer shume dhe ma ka mbush zemren plot. /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gifDo doja te dija kush ishte
/pf/images/graemlins/smile.gifCaSaBlAnCa
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Re: Dedikime
Per Te Gjithe Ata Qe Ne Keto Momente Ndodhen Larg Dashurise Se Tyre
I Want You Beside Me
Being apart from you isn't easy...
I find myself missing you so often,
in so many ways...
but even though we can't be together right now.
gentle thoughts of you fill my days
and dreams of you fill my nights...
No matter what I'm doing,
I know it would be so much nicer
if I could be sharing it with you...
I keep imagining things you'd say
if you were with me now,
or the way you would laugh
if something funny happened,
and next thing I know,
I'm daydreaming about all the things we'll do
when we're together again...
Although the miles
come between us now,
I still feel so close to you,
and I just keep hoping
the days will fly by
because I want you beside me
to talk to,
to hold,
to love.
Per Te Gjithe Ata Qe Ne Keto Momente Ndodhen Larg Dashurise Se Tyre
I Want You Beside Me
Being apart from you isn't easy...
I find myself missing you so often,
in so many ways...
but even though we can't be together right now.
gentle thoughts of you fill my days
and dreams of you fill my nights...
No matter what I'm doing,
I know it would be so much nicer
if I could be sharing it with you...
I keep imagining things you'd say
if you were with me now,
or the way you would laugh
if something funny happened,
and next thing I know,
I'm daydreaming about all the things we'll do
when we're together again...
Although the miles
come between us now,
I still feel so close to you,
and I just keep hoping
the days will fly by
because I want you beside me
to talk to,
to hold,
to love.
Ema
Goddes
Re: Dedikime
Per Jeten:
E shemtuara ime,je si geshtenje flokepirshur,
e bukura ime,e bukur je si era
e shemtuara ime,me gojen tende mund te besh dy.
e bukura ime,te fresketa jane puthjet e tua.
E shemtuara ime,ku jane fshehur gjinjte e tu?
jane te vogelza si dy kupa drithi.
Do me pelqente te shoh dy heneza mbi gjoks:
kulla madheshtore te sovranitetit tend.
E shemtuara ime,deti nuk i ka thonjt'e tu ne bitegat e veta,
e bukura,lule me lule,yll me yl,
vale per vale kam numeruar trupin tend.
e shemtuara ime,te dua per mesin tend te arte,
e bukura ime,te dashuroj per nje rrudhe te ballit,
dashuri,te dashuroj,sepse e kthjellet dhe e erret
je...
Neruda
Per Jeten:
E shemtuara ime,je si geshtenje flokepirshur,
e bukura ime,e bukur je si era
e shemtuara ime,me gojen tende mund te besh dy.
e bukura ime,te fresketa jane puthjet e tua.
E shemtuara ime,ku jane fshehur gjinjte e tu?
jane te vogelza si dy kupa drithi.
Do me pelqente te shoh dy heneza mbi gjoks:
kulla madheshtore te sovranitetit tend.
E shemtuara ime,deti nuk i ka thonjt'e tu ne bitegat e veta,
e bukura,lule me lule,yll me yl,
vale per vale kam numeruar trupin tend.
e shemtuara ime,te dua per mesin tend te arte,
e bukura ime,te dashuroj per nje rrudhe te ballit,
dashuri,te dashuroj,sepse e kthjellet dhe e erret
je...
Neruda
trendeline
Primus registratum
Re: Dedikime
I came alive when I met you, thanks my love.
I came alive when I met you, thanks my love.
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Re: Dedikime
Per veten dhe per njerin /pf/images/graemlins/frown.gif /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Ti qave
Ti qave dhe me the me zë te ulet
Se une te trajtoja si prostitute.
Athere loteve te tu s'ua vura veshin
Te desha, pa ditur se te desha.
Vec nje mengjes te befte kur u gdhiva
Pa ty dhe bota krejt e zbrazet m'u duk,
Athere kuptova c'kisha humbur,
C'kisha fituar kuptova gjithashtu.
Me rrezellinte si smerald merzitja,
Dhe lumturia ngrysej si nje muzg me re...
Nuk dija ke te zgjidhja nga te dyja
Sepse seicila m'e bukur se tjetra qe.
Se ish i tille ky koleksion bizhush
Qe drite e terr leshonte njekohesisht,
Qe njeqindfish etjen per jeten shtonte,
Por dhe qe vdekjen ndillte njeqindfish.
Per veten dhe per njerin /pf/images/graemlins/frown.gif /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Ti qave
Ti qave dhe me the me zë te ulet
Se une te trajtoja si prostitute.
Athere loteve te tu s'ua vura veshin
Te desha, pa ditur se te desha.
Vec nje mengjes te befte kur u gdhiva
Pa ty dhe bota krejt e zbrazet m'u duk,
Athere kuptova c'kisha humbur,
C'kisha fituar kuptova gjithashtu.
Me rrezellinte si smerald merzitja,
Dhe lumturia ngrysej si nje muzg me re...
Nuk dija ke te zgjidhja nga te dyja
Sepse seicila m'e bukur se tjetra qe.
Se ish i tille ky koleksion bizhush
Qe drite e terr leshonte njekohesisht,
Qe njeqindfish etjen per jeten shtonte,
Por dhe qe vdekjen ndillte njeqindfish.
Guest
Re: Dedikime
Hapësirë X
Diçka të mirë më jep oj jetë,
diçka të mirë...
Mos kërko teper nga unë,
bëju e dlirë...
Shumë pak më jep oj jeta ime,
si një njeri që u hedh ushqim zogjëve.
Diçka të bukur më jep oj jeta ime,
që të mund' t'ju buzëqesh motmoteve.
Më fal diçka jeta ime,
më fal pakëz dritë, e jo errësire.
Kam pasur gjithmonë burgje e dhoma çmendurie,
po tani më duhet pak hapësirë...
Hapësirë X
Diçka të mirë më jep oj jetë,
diçka të mirë...
Mos kërko teper nga unë,
bëju e dlirë...
Shumë pak më jep oj jeta ime,
si një njeri që u hedh ushqim zogjëve.
Diçka të bukur më jep oj jeta ime,
që të mund' t'ju buzëqesh motmoteve.
Më fal diçka jeta ime,
më fal pakëz dritë, e jo errësire.
Kam pasur gjithmonë burgje e dhoma çmendurie,
po tani më duhet pak hapësirë...
ana karenina
Primus registratum
Re: Dedikime
Vetes!
I kam dy fjale me ty
fytyre e shperfytyruar,
e keqja fytyre,
qe nga pasqyra me sheh me cudi!
I kam dy fjale,
per ato qe ngaterrove e dreqose,
per te turpshmet fjale qe i the,
e per te rendat sharje qe degjove,
e mbi te gjitha,
dy fjale ti kam
per te shemtuarat mendime qe mendove,
te pavertetat ndjenja qe ndjeve,
te mbrapshtat dhimbje qe i vuajte!
I kam dy fjale me ty!...
E trishta vete qe vuan papushim,
budallaqe e kokeforte deri ne pabesi.
Kerkon e nuk rreshtesh,
te jepesh nuk di,
e humbur nder endrra,
ti pjelle e perbindsht!
Dhe ti,
e cmendura zemer!
Eh, ta dish ti
qe per ty dhe vetem per ty
u nisen dy fjale
dhe kurre nuk t'u thane!
Pafund e pabindur,
kokeshkrete,
e pacipe,
o zemer e keqe-
fole e brishte
drithmash,
magjepsjesh,
lumturish!
Ah, fytyre - xhungel,
pa fund e pa ane,
e eger,
e ashper,
o rruge pa kthim
qe me sy me perqesh
mua - udhetarit te humbur
qe me dy fjale
prane te therret
se te do
dhe te perket!
I kam dy fjale me ty!
Vetes!
I kam dy fjale me ty
fytyre e shperfytyruar,
e keqja fytyre,
qe nga pasqyra me sheh me cudi!
I kam dy fjale,
per ato qe ngaterrove e dreqose,
per te turpshmet fjale qe i the,
e per te rendat sharje qe degjove,
e mbi te gjitha,
dy fjale ti kam
per te shemtuarat mendime qe mendove,
te pavertetat ndjenja qe ndjeve,
te mbrapshtat dhimbje qe i vuajte!
I kam dy fjale me ty!...
E trishta vete qe vuan papushim,
budallaqe e kokeforte deri ne pabesi.
Kerkon e nuk rreshtesh,
te jepesh nuk di,
e humbur nder endrra,
ti pjelle e perbindsht!
Dhe ti,
e cmendura zemer!
Eh, ta dish ti
qe per ty dhe vetem per ty
u nisen dy fjale
dhe kurre nuk t'u thane!
Pafund e pabindur,
kokeshkrete,
e pacipe,
o zemer e keqe-
fole e brishte
drithmash,
magjepsjesh,
lumturish!
Ah, fytyre - xhungel,
pa fund e pa ane,
e eger,
e ashper,
o rruge pa kthim
qe me sy me perqesh
mua - udhetarit te humbur
qe me dy fjale
prane te therret
se te do
dhe te perket!
I kam dy fjale me ty!
gurax
Pan ignoramus
Re: Dedikime
Lonely in Loving A Star
------------------------
A rising star needs time and space
To gleam, to glow and shine.
Let the world behold, adore, embrace –
Warm memories are mine.
Away from the light
I moved,
So there might
Be more for the world to see.
Alone at night,
I long for the bright
Star who belonged to me.
Shimmering, shining,
Your gilded glow is
Luminescent and coruscating.
Remembering and pining here below,
My star will see me waiting.
Into the skies
A million eyes
Look to you for truth.
While I alone
Have truly known
The brilliance of your youth.
~Anonymous~
Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
-------------------------------------
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
~William Shakespeare~
Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
---------------------------------------------
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
~Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)~
------------------
"When God created sunrise, He was trying to copy your smile."
Lonely in Loving A Star
------------------------
A rising star needs time and space
To gleam, to glow and shine.
Let the world behold, adore, embrace –
Warm memories are mine.
Away from the light
I moved,
So there might
Be more for the world to see.
Alone at night,
I long for the bright
Star who belonged to me.
Shimmering, shining,
Your gilded glow is
Luminescent and coruscating.
Remembering and pining here below,
My star will see me waiting.
Into the skies
A million eyes
Look to you for truth.
While I alone
Have truly known
The brilliance of your youth.
~Anonymous~
Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
-------------------------------------
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
~William Shakespeare~
Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
---------------------------------------------
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
~Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)~
------------------
"When God created sunrise, He was trying to copy your smile."
Rrapatushja
Nelk@
Re: Dedikime
Guraxit
Besimi i pergjithshem i studiuesve te thelllle te literatures britanike eshte se Pirua (shekspiri) anonte nga meshkujt persa i preferencave dashurore. Soneta 18, "Shall i compare thee..." qe me ke postuar me larte jepet gjithmone si shembull ilustrues ne pothuajse cdo diskutim per shijet e Piros. Mos ke dashur te thuash ndonje gje mes reshtave me kete dedikim qe ke bere? /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Guraxit
Besimi i pergjithshem i studiuesve te thelllle te literatures britanike eshte se Pirua (shekspiri) anonte nga meshkujt persa i preferencave dashurore. Soneta 18, "Shall i compare thee..." qe me ke postuar me larte jepet gjithmone si shembull ilustrues ne pothuajse cdo diskutim per shijet e Piros. Mos ke dashur te thuash ndonje gje mes reshtave me kete dedikim qe ke bere? /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Re: Dedikime
Per gjyshen time ( H.XH)!
Mundimet e tua s'do di t'i vleresoj kurre ashtu sic duhet, e megjithate ti qendroje me trupin drejt , si te ishte trupi i njezetvjecareje. Gjyshi nuk pati mundesi te te shihte te plakur, por jam e sigurte qe do ish martuar me ty per se dyti. Ai u largua shume heret , ndersa xhaketa e tij mbeti varur ne raftin tend per tridhjete vjet rresht. Sa here qe hapje raftin, mundohesha te shikoja brenda, por s'pata kurre kurajon te te kerkoja ta prekja me duart e mia. Ti ishe aq xheloze per ate xhakete, madje edhe per lotet qe derdhe per gjyshin ne tridhjete vitet e fundit te jetes tende. Momente te shkurtra, episode qe u nguliten ne kujtesen time, ashtu si aroma e karafilave te tu, qe rriteshin ne vazot e oborrit. Ato karafila qe nuk te kam sjelle keto vitet e fundit te pervjetorit tend. Ndoshta aty ku je tani, ka shume te tille e s'te mungon aroma e tyre, por mua me mungon ti, ndonese ne enderr me puth shpesh.
Te puth , UNE!
Per gjyshen time ( H.XH)!
Mundimet e tua s'do di t'i vleresoj kurre ashtu sic duhet, e megjithate ti qendroje me trupin drejt , si te ishte trupi i njezetvjecareje. Gjyshi nuk pati mundesi te te shihte te plakur, por jam e sigurte qe do ish martuar me ty per se dyti. Ai u largua shume heret , ndersa xhaketa e tij mbeti varur ne raftin tend per tridhjete vjet rresht. Sa here qe hapje raftin, mundohesha te shikoja brenda, por s'pata kurre kurajon te te kerkoja ta prekja me duart e mia. Ti ishe aq xheloze per ate xhakete, madje edhe per lotet qe derdhe per gjyshin ne tridhjete vitet e fundit te jetes tende. Momente te shkurtra, episode qe u nguliten ne kujtesen time, ashtu si aroma e karafilave te tu, qe rriteshin ne vazot e oborrit. Ato karafila qe nuk te kam sjelle keto vitet e fundit te pervjetorit tend. Ndoshta aty ku je tani, ka shume te tille e s'te mungon aroma e tyre, por mua me mungon ti, ndonese ne enderr me puth shpesh.
Te puth , UNE!