Kur mbet' pa fjale...

[alinos]

Kur mbet' pa fjale...

Kur mbet pa fjale, por ke shume per te thene, zhytemi ne fjalet e atyre qe para nesh thane e u shprehen per vete e te tjere. Kur mbet pa fjale, por ajo qe mendon e ndjen eshte universale, syte i drejton nga universi dhe ai te fal mendimin te shprehur me fjalet e dikujt tjeter qe para teje i ka bere te pavdekshme mendimet ne vargje...



A wish

My days still linger, slow and rough
Each moment multiplies the sadness
Within the heart of hapless love
Disturbing all the hopes of madness
I'm silent; not a word I breathe.
I weep, my tears -- my consolation
My soul, held captive by the grief
Still finds delight in this sensation.
No longer do I care if life goes by,
O, hollow phantom into darkness flee;
The sorrow of my love is dear to me--
If I die loving, then I pray let die!

deshirat duhen shprehur, edhe kur te trembin...

 

[eniad]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

<font color="brown"> When lost for words, you turn to yourself... Something so vast is there and you see that the mouth has been just bowing to dreams... hush...


The Dream
Not long ago, in a charming dream,
I saw myself -- a king with crown's treasure;
I was in love with you, it seemed,
And heart was beating with a pleasure.
I sang my passion's song by your enchanting knees.
Why, dreams, you didn't prolong my happiness forever?
But gods deprived me not of whole their favor:
I only lost the kingdom of my dreams. (Pushkin)


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[personazh]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

edhe heshtja vlersohet ne shoqni-tha njoni

 

[alinos]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

"I Don't Deplore the Years..."
I don't deplore the years of my spring,
Where dreams and life were never in connection,
I don't deplore the nights' mysterious ring,
Sang by a lyre in a fiery passion.

I don't deplore the false and faithless friends,
The wreaths of feasts, the bowls of the parties,
I don't deplore the beautiful adulteries -
A thoughtful stranger, I avoid these trends.

But where's the time of gentle inclination,
Of hearty silence and young hopes' strings?
Where are the flame and tears of inspiration?
Come back again, the years of my spring!(Pushkin)

 

[blendiys]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

Kur mbetem pa fjale, ja filloj me Flamandishten!
Si thoni? /pf/images/graemlins/tipsy.gif

 

[dahlia]

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Kur mbet' pa fjale.... eh filloj dhe mendoj ç'fare te bej
po shyqyr qe nuk me ndodh shpesh /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif

 

[alinos]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
Kur mbetem pa fjale, ja filloj me Flamandishten!
Si thoni? /pf/images/graemlins/tipsy.gif

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KUR NUK NDIHESH FARE MIRË

Kur nuk ndjehesh fare mirë,
(Sepse shpirtin e ke plot),
Zë këndon në vetësirë
Pa të derdhen pika lot.

Pika lot, si pika dylli,
që të derdhen aq shpesh,
Kush qepallat nuk i mbylli...
Nuku mund t'i marre vesh :

Kujt s'ju dha t'i rrahë mentë,
Në shtëpi kush nuk u mbyll,
Me një hov kur shpirt'j shenjtë
Ndrin e digjet posi yll -

Nuku mund t'a dijë fare,
As që do të ndjejë dot
Ç'pruri kënga mendimtare
Me çdo varg prej pikash lot.

Kush të tall me verb të kotë,
Nuku mund t'i ndjejë gjiri
Ç'Drit' e bardhë djeg në botë
Me çdo pikë prej qiriri.(Poradeci)

 

[blendiys]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

Kur mbet pa fjale nuk do te thote te mos ndihesh mire!
Shumekush, kur nuk ndihen mire ja fillojne dhe kakarisin dhe nga anet tona ne u themi 'si grate e keqia'.Por mund te jete dhe anasjelltas, ndaj mos u deshpero. /pf/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif

E bukura e ketij forumi eshte se vetem citojme, kopjojme, dhe me pas ribotojme....ojme-ojme-ojme.

Ne kemi frike te themi ate qe na buron nga zemra, sepse dikujt mund ti teket qe te filloje komentet dhe na ul personalitetin, qe me kaq mund e kohe e kemi ngritur ne kete 'cep'.
Nejse....

 

[alinos]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

ulje ngritjet e personalitetit nuk kane te bejne fare! Une 20 vjec i kam bere kohe me pare dhe nuk me ben hic pershtypje se c'mendojne te tjeret per mua.
ajo qe desha eshte te flisja me gjuhen e poeteve, atyre te verteteve!!!

 

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

Nese fjalet nuk do mundnin te gjenin rrugen e tyre, do heshtja me deshire.
Nese do fillonin te shnderroheshin ne percartje, do preferoja heshtjen.
Heshtja di te vrase, por di te shprehe dhe me shume se fjalet.
Me pelqen te kem rradhen e heshtjes, sepse nderkohe mundem te shoh.
Te shoh dhe te humbas aty ku dua.
Te humbasesh aty ku do, mbase do preferonim te mbeteshim te humbur.
Ehh te shkretat fjale, i rremben koha pa meshire.
Ndaj do preferoj t´i shkruaj. Me mire nje buze te heshtur, por duar dhe sy qe flasin...

 

[eniad]

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<font color="brown">
All the words that I gather,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm darkened or starry bright.
—W. B. Yeats </font>

 

[eniad]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

<font color="brown">
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were
but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as
you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for
you and dote upon the exchange.

(Much ado for nothing - Shakespeare)
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[alinos]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

The Story of My Life

i was ready to tell
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn't let me

i began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered

in this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board

how can i survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms

my boat did finally break
by the waves
and i broke free
as i tied myself
to a single board

though the panic is gone
i am now offended
why should i be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next

i don't know
if i am
nonexistence
while i exist
but i know for sure
when i am
i am not
but
when i am not
then i am

now how can i be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again

since in this world
i have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again

that is why
after a long agonizing life
as a hunter
i finally let go and got
hunted down and became free (Rumi)

Ghazal 1419 Translated by Nader Khalili

 

[alinos]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...

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by Poe


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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[eniad]

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<font color="brown"> Morpheus


Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning
For my forever painful love:
Just blow out candles' burning
And let my dreams in blessing move.
Let from my soul disappear
The separation's sharp rebuke!
And let me see that dear look,
And let me hear voice that dear.
And when will vanish dark of night
And you will free my eyes at leaving,
Oh, if my heart would have a right
To lose its love till dark of evening!

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin


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[alinos]

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<font color="yellow"> but mr can you maybe listen there's
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[eniad]

Re: Kur mbet' pa fjale...


...One thought fills immensity.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
He who has suffer'd you to impose on him, knows you.
As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
Expect poison from the standing water.
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
Listen to the fool's reproach! it is a kingly title!
The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air,
the mouth of water, the beard of earth.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow;
nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
The soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd.
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius;
lift up thy head!
As the caterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on,
so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
Damn braces. Bless relaxes.
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
Prayers plow not! Praises reap not!
Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty,
the hands and feet Proportion.
As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish,
so is contempt to the contemptible.
The crow wish'd every thing was black,
the owl that every thing was white.
Exuberance is Beauty.
If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.
Improvement makes strait roads;
but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
Where man is not, nature is barren.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.
Enough! or too much.

(Blake)

 

[Kordelja]

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What a loss, loss, loss, loss it is
to remain sober among the intoxicated and the unconscious.


RUMI

 

[eniad]

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<font color="brown"> Loss and Gain

WHEN I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

(Longfellow)
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[Kordelja]

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CLENCHED SOUL
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

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Neruda /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif