Ora e Mungeses
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Re: Ora e Mungeses
</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
Fillimisht postuar nga alinos:
mua me mungojne vetem momentet e bukura, kur vuajtja me e madhe ishte nje budallek feminor si nje akullore, apo nje karamele zana.
how can I return to innocence?
[/ QUOTE ]Innocence? Forget about it. Do te doja edhe une te kthehesha femije. Me mungon shume ajo periudhe, ku ekzistenca ime perfshinte vetem ledhatime, loje e ku e di une se cfare qe te ben te ndihesh mire. Booo sa nostalgjike jam, por gjithnje keshtu behem kur me kujtohet femijeria. Megjithate, jam dakord qe femije nuk kthehesh me e te mungon, ndersa me e keqja eshte se te mungojne edhe gjera per te cilat nuk duhet domosdoshmerisht te kthehesh ne pafajesi. Ne kete moment me duket sikur me mungojne shume pjese te vetes, sidomos..... (untold but heavily understood)
</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
Fillimisht postuar nga alinos:
mua me mungojne vetem momentet e bukura, kur vuajtja me e madhe ishte nje budallek feminor si nje akullore, apo nje karamele zana.
how can I return to innocence?
[/ QUOTE ]Innocence? Forget about it. Do te doja edhe une te kthehesha femije. Me mungon shume ajo periudhe, ku ekzistenca ime perfshinte vetem ledhatime, loje e ku e di une se cfare qe te ben te ndihesh mire. Booo sa nostalgjike jam, por gjithnje keshtu behem kur me kujtohet femijeria. Megjithate, jam dakord qe femije nuk kthehesh me e te mungon, ndersa me e keqja eshte se te mungojne edhe gjera per te cilat nuk duhet domosdoshmerisht te kthehesh ne pafajesi. Ne kete moment me duket sikur me mungojne shume pjese te vetes, sidomos..... (untold but heavily understood)
Re: Ora e Mungeses
Ishte nje dite e ftohte,gri,ne xhamin e makines po shihja piklat e para te asaj dite qe mbante qiellin mbi mua.Tani qe po shkruaj,po filloj te dyshoj ne vertetesine e perceptimit tim te asaj dite.Fundja,nuk eshte ashtu qe perhere gjate ndarjeve(qofshin te perkoheshme)imagjinojme qe eshte shi,ftohte e kjo ngaqe eshte gjendja e tille emocionale?
Do te te coja une ne airport,kishe kembengulur qe te vija deri tek shtepia jote me makinen time,dhe qe nga aty te merrnim tenden.U cudita cike nga kjo por merzia ime s'i la shume vend llogjikes ne ato momente.Po i jepja une makines,meqe ty per nje arsye apo per nje tjeter nuk te vente.Gjate tere rruges ishim te heshtur,nje heshtje qe mund ta prisje me thike gati.Nuk ishte hera e pra qe shkoje ne kongrese jashte vendit por ishte hera e pare qe po me rendonte kaq shume largimi.
Kur arritem ne airport,zbrite i pari duke me porositur qe te mos i afrohesha bagazhit te makines pasi kishte dicka per mua.Mbasi more valixhen tende nga aty,me detyrove te premtoja qe s'do e hapja bagazhin deri ne momentin qe do rikthehesha tek shtepia e tije per ti rihipur makines time.E keshtu,premtova...
Nuk kam mundur te duroj asnjehere ndarjet,i thashe te ikte shpejt pa shume fjale.Mbasi me porositi qe duhej ta telefonoja qofte dhe per gjene me te vogel,iku.
Rruges per ne shtepine e tije ndihesha aq bosh,aq vetem.Mire qe "ora e mungeses" time do zgjaste pak dite pasi ndryshe do ishte kthyer ne"eternitetin e boshesise"... me vone,kur hapa bagazhin e makines te tije gjeta lulet me te bukura qe kisha pare ndonjehere.Perkrah luleve ishte nje kuti e vogel...heem,nuk e kishte harruar!
Ishte nje dite e ftohte,gri,ne xhamin e makines po shihja piklat e para te asaj dite qe mbante qiellin mbi mua.Tani qe po shkruaj,po filloj te dyshoj ne vertetesine e perceptimit tim te asaj dite.Fundja,nuk eshte ashtu qe perhere gjate ndarjeve(qofshin te perkoheshme)imagjinojme qe eshte shi,ftohte e kjo ngaqe eshte gjendja e tille emocionale?
Do te te coja une ne airport,kishe kembengulur qe te vija deri tek shtepia jote me makinen time,dhe qe nga aty te merrnim tenden.U cudita cike nga kjo por merzia ime s'i la shume vend llogjikes ne ato momente.Po i jepja une makines,meqe ty per nje arsye apo per nje tjeter nuk te vente.Gjate tere rruges ishim te heshtur,nje heshtje qe mund ta prisje me thike gati.Nuk ishte hera e pra qe shkoje ne kongrese jashte vendit por ishte hera e pare qe po me rendonte kaq shume largimi.
Kur arritem ne airport,zbrite i pari duke me porositur qe te mos i afrohesha bagazhit te makines pasi kishte dicka per mua.Mbasi more valixhen tende nga aty,me detyrove te premtoja qe s'do e hapja bagazhin deri ne momentin qe do rikthehesha tek shtepia e tije per ti rihipur makines time.E keshtu,premtova...
Nuk kam mundur te duroj asnjehere ndarjet,i thashe te ikte shpejt pa shume fjale.Mbasi me porositi qe duhej ta telefonoja qofte dhe per gjene me te vogel,iku.
Rruges per ne shtepine e tije ndihesha aq bosh,aq vetem.Mire qe "ora e mungeses" time do zgjaste pak dite pasi ndryshe do ishte kthyer ne"eternitetin e boshesise"... me vone,kur hapa bagazhin e makines te tije gjeta lulet me te bukura qe kisha pare ndonjehere.Perkrah luleve ishte nje kuti e vogel...heem,nuk e kishte harruar!
Re: Ora e Mungeses
ne mungesen tende
Do te kujtoj me mall ne gji;
kur muzgu mbremjes lehte te bjere;
kur te fryje ere,debore,a shi;
pa ty do ndihem krejt e mjere...
Do hedh veshtrimin jashte dritares;
s'do jesh askund,s'do shoh askend;
ti puth te tjera buze e sy;
teksa une puth vegimin tend...
Dhe do mendoj:-si valle,pse valle;
kaq shpejt mbaroi dashuria..??
Dhe do mendoj:-pse valle,si valle;
mi le pa krahe endrat e mia..??
Dhe do mendoj:- mos ndoshta valle;
mos ndoshta valle qe faji im;
qe jetes mbetem kalimtare;
ne rruge te kunderta pa kthim..??
Apo diku do kete qene shkruar;
kjo dashuri te shkoje per lume;
me fal qe nuk te kam harruar;
me fal qe te kam dashur shume...
E di se s'ben te te mendoj;
ti sot je ne nje tjeter vend;
ti puth te tjera buze e sy;
teksa une puth vegimin tend...
Ndaj lamtumire te them,dhe pse;
do me mungosh,shum mire e di;
sa here veshtrimin jashte ta hesh;
kur te fryje ere,debore a shi...
edhe kete po vetes time ja kam kushtuar...e dua shume prandaj...?? :goofy:
ne mungesen tende
Do te kujtoj me mall ne gji;
kur muzgu mbremjes lehte te bjere;
kur te fryje ere,debore,a shi;
pa ty do ndihem krejt e mjere...
Do hedh veshtrimin jashte dritares;
s'do jesh askund,s'do shoh askend;
ti puth te tjera buze e sy;
teksa une puth vegimin tend...
Dhe do mendoj:-si valle,pse valle;
kaq shpejt mbaroi dashuria..??
Dhe do mendoj:-pse valle,si valle;
mi le pa krahe endrat e mia..??
Dhe do mendoj:- mos ndoshta valle;
mos ndoshta valle qe faji im;
qe jetes mbetem kalimtare;
ne rruge te kunderta pa kthim..??
Apo diku do kete qene shkruar;
kjo dashuri te shkoje per lume;
me fal qe nuk te kam harruar;
me fal qe te kam dashur shume...
E di se s'ben te te mendoj;
ti sot je ne nje tjeter vend;
ti puth te tjera buze e sy;
teksa une puth vegimin tend...
Ndaj lamtumire te them,dhe pse;
do me mungosh,shum mire e di;
sa here veshtrimin jashte ta hesh;
kur te fryje ere,debore a shi...
edhe kete po vetes time ja kam kushtuar...e dua shume prandaj...?? :goofy:
Re: Ora e Mungeses
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gurax
Pan ignoramus
Re: Ora e Mungeses
In a Beauty's Album - Alexandr Pushkin
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All harmony, all wondrous fairness,
Aloof from passions and the world,
She rests, with tranquil unawareness
In her triumphant beauty furled.
When, all about her, eyes hold muster,
Nor friends, nor rivals can be found,
Our other beauties' pallid round
Extinguished wholly by her luster.
And were you bound I know not where,
Be it to love's embraces bidden,
Or what choice vision you may bear
In heart's most private chamber hidden,--
Yet, meeting her, you will delay,
Struck by bemusement in mid-motion,
And pause in worshipful devotion
At beauty's sacred shrine to pray.
In a Beauty's Album - Alexandr Pushkin
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All harmony, all wondrous fairness,
Aloof from passions and the world,
She rests, with tranquil unawareness
In her triumphant beauty furled.
When, all about her, eyes hold muster,
Nor friends, nor rivals can be found,
Our other beauties' pallid round
Extinguished wholly by her luster.
And were you bound I know not where,
Be it to love's embraces bidden,
Or what choice vision you may bear
In heart's most private chamber hidden,--
Yet, meeting her, you will delay,
Struck by bemusement in mid-motion,
And pause in worshipful devotion
At beauty's sacred shrine to pray.
ana karenina
Primus registratum
Re: Ora e Mungeses
Ulur perballe nje karrigeje bosh, duke mos pritur askend qe do mbushte me teper se hapesiren e dukshme te saj, duke menduar per gjithe heret qe jam perballur me boshllekun, pata ndjesine se dikush ish ulur aty, dikush qe kish qene gjithmone i ulur ne karrigen bosh perballe meje. Nuk ishte dikushi qe vazhdon te vizatohet mbi fleten e bardhe, t'i fshihen disa ngjyra per tu zevendesuar me te tjera, t'i ndryshohen ca ravijezime tiparesh etj etj ndikuar nga deshira per persosmeri. Jo. Ishte nje tjeter qe nuk e njihja dhe qe nuk kisha dashur as ta vija re. Nuk ishte i dashuri i padukshem, ai besniku, i perkushtuari. Me duket se kuptova vetem kush nuk ishte ne fakt, dhe u cova qe aty pa e marre vesh kush dhe si ishte, po ndoshta do kthehem perseri, ndoshta... Kur te ndjehem vetem dhe te mos kem deshire te vizatoj persosmerine!
Ulur perballe nje karrigeje bosh, duke mos pritur askend qe do mbushte me teper se hapesiren e dukshme te saj, duke menduar per gjithe heret qe jam perballur me boshllekun, pata ndjesine se dikush ish ulur aty, dikush qe kish qene gjithmone i ulur ne karrigen bosh perballe meje. Nuk ishte dikushi qe vazhdon te vizatohet mbi fleten e bardhe, t'i fshihen disa ngjyra per tu zevendesuar me te tjera, t'i ndryshohen ca ravijezime tiparesh etj etj ndikuar nga deshira per persosmeri. Jo. Ishte nje tjeter qe nuk e njihja dhe qe nuk kisha dashur as ta vija re. Nuk ishte i dashuri i padukshem, ai besniku, i perkushtuari. Me duket se kuptova vetem kush nuk ishte ne fakt, dhe u cova qe aty pa e marre vesh kush dhe si ishte, po ndoshta do kthehem perseri, ndoshta... Kur te ndjehem vetem dhe te mos kem deshire te vizatoj persosmerine!
jona20
big bum bam...
Re: Ora e Mungeses
Fletet po grisen me ajrin e vjetersise...i gris drita e diellit qe bie mbi tavolinen time. Duket sikur te presin atje ne endrra, une ndoshta jo, nuk te pres jo...neper skepa te zbrasur me dalin syte e tu te mpire nga ftohti i ashper i humbjes.
Ora me ther me akrepat e saj metalik, sikur me cukisin trurin, me ngacmojne rrahjet e zemres...ti prape del e me pret ne mendime.
Une te shoh ne cepin e murit prane televizorit, me shfaqesh ti duke qeshur, me mbush me fryme, me jep drite ne shpirtin tim te nxire nga malli.
Ora e mungeses po kalon, tani po afron ajo e mallit, tek te shikoj me merr malli per ty...akrepi me shpejton rrahjet e zemres e une te perfytyroj ne skajet e kenaqesise.
Fletet po grisen me ajrin e vjetersise...i gris drita e diellit qe bie mbi tavolinen time. Duket sikur te presin atje ne endrra, une ndoshta jo, nuk te pres jo...neper skepa te zbrasur me dalin syte e tu te mpire nga ftohti i ashper i humbjes.
Ora me ther me akrepat e saj metalik, sikur me cukisin trurin, me ngacmojne rrahjet e zemres...ti prape del e me pret ne mendime.
Une te shoh ne cepin e murit prane televizorit, me shfaqesh ti duke qeshur, me mbush me fryme, me jep drite ne shpirtin tim te nxire nga malli.
Ora e mungeses po kalon, tani po afron ajo e mallit, tek te shikoj me merr malli per ty...akrepi me shpejton rrahjet e zemres e une te perfytyroj ne skajet e kenaqesise.
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me mungon...hmmmm... disa momente qe tani me bejne per te qeshur. Sa shkalle ishin? 300 me duket?!
Te kujtohet ajo dritarja e vogel ku ula per te pushuar dhe cdo njeri qe kalonte qeshte me ne. Une isha skuqur e tera nga lodhja e atyre 300 shkalleve dhe kishim bere a jo vetem 1 te 3 e rruges.
Cte jete valle mall apo ... Sdq sot me jeperka kenaqesi!
me mungon...hmmmm... disa momente qe tani me bejne per te qeshur. Sa shkalle ishin? 300 me duket?!
Te kujtohet ajo dritarja e vogel ku ula per te pushuar dhe cdo njeri qe kalonte qeshte me ne. Une isha skuqur e tera nga lodhja e atyre 300 shkalleve dhe kishim bere a jo vetem 1 te 3 e rruges.
Cte jete valle mall apo ... Sdq sot me jeperka kenaqesi!
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art is not just colours... art makes remarkable moments,places, stories, people,love, beauty, giving them the power 2 live 4 ever.
the distinguishing feature of art is that by expression of feelings, using some external indication,one intends 2 infect other people with this. People have the capacity 2 b receptive 4 these emotions in such a manner.... as if they experienced them themselves.
art is a learning process that takes one's lifetime... and at the end it is not still complete.
artists can express more than someone in writting. there are expressions of faces, situations,places, things which can connect us 2 the world we had forgotten, always touching something inside us....
art uses the human psychological capacity 2 b directly & spontaneously infected with feelings another person experiences.... art is the everyday living experience coloured not only with colours but love, passion, wisdom, tecnique, truth, time...
art is my mother tongue, i just cant speak in any other language, unless guided by it...
....and further more, i've observed im mute, like in those dreams where u try 2 scream out 4 help and u just cant split a letter out...
yes im like this when i badly miss ur eyes - my muse.
there's an insatiable need.
of your eyes.
always.
its been a while since ive spoken my language, i actually cannot speak NONE.
i miss u
so ke nn mi leggi cmq /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
art is not just colours... art makes remarkable moments,places, stories, people,love, beauty, giving them the power 2 live 4 ever.
the distinguishing feature of art is that by expression of feelings, using some external indication,one intends 2 infect other people with this. People have the capacity 2 b receptive 4 these emotions in such a manner.... as if they experienced them themselves.
art is a learning process that takes one's lifetime... and at the end it is not still complete.
artists can express more than someone in writting. there are expressions of faces, situations,places, things which can connect us 2 the world we had forgotten, always touching something inside us....
art uses the human psychological capacity 2 b directly & spontaneously infected with feelings another person experiences.... art is the everyday living experience coloured not only with colours but love, passion, wisdom, tecnique, truth, time...
art is my mother tongue, i just cant speak in any other language, unless guided by it...
....and further more, i've observed im mute, like in those dreams where u try 2 scream out 4 help and u just cant split a letter out...
yes im like this when i badly miss ur eyes - my muse.
there's an insatiable need.
of your eyes.
always.
its been a while since ive spoken my language, i actually cannot speak NONE.
i miss u
so ke nn mi leggi cmq /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Re: Ora e Mungeses
</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
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Koha m'duket lastik para syve t'tuj, e kur m'shfaqet n'forma t'tjera e shkyj duke mundu me e zgjat.
Du me hi n'syt e tuj, me u shtri te irisi jot e prej aty me leviz si buratin muskujt e fytyres tande, tu ja ndryshu shprehjen cdo cm t'lekures tande t'bukur.
vetullat e tuja t'ylberizohen si hark i moderum, tu u koncentru te majat e rrudhuna...e syt e tuj nderkohe t'kene at shkelqimin e buzes n'gaz t'lehte ashtu si din ti.
per ty kam fol me tana objektet qe kam dasht, per ty kisha shkru dit-nat...
per ty isha rikthy ..... per me kryqzu...
, e din ti,
pervec t'tjerave...
...
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mbeta n'klase m'duket. s'kam ba asnji perparim qysh te provimi ma siper. katershalace e rreshkun /pf/images/graemlins/lol.gif /pf/images/graemlins/tipsy.gif
</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
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Koha m'duket lastik para syve t'tuj, e kur m'shfaqet n'forma t'tjera e shkyj duke mundu me e zgjat.
Du me hi n'syt e tuj, me u shtri te irisi jot e prej aty me leviz si buratin muskujt e fytyres tande, tu ja ndryshu shprehjen cdo cm t'lekures tande t'bukur.
vetullat e tuja t'ylberizohen si hark i moderum, tu u koncentru te majat e rrudhuna...e syt e tuj nderkohe t'kene at shkelqimin e buzes n'gaz t'lehte ashtu si din ti.
per ty kam fol me tana objektet qe kam dasht, per ty kisha shkru dit-nat...
per ty isha rikthy ..... per me kryqzu...
, e din ti,
pervec t'tjerave...
...
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mbeta n'klase m'duket. s'kam ba asnji perparim qysh te provimi ma siper. katershalace e rreshkun /pf/images/graemlins/lol.gif /pf/images/graemlins/tipsy.gif
Re: Ora e Mungeses
The Lovers' Litany - by Rudyard Kipling
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Eyes of grey--a sodden quay,
Driving rain and falling tears,
As the steamer wears to sea
In a parting storm of cheers.
Sing, for Faith and Hope are high--
None so true as you and I--
Sing the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of black--a throbbing keel,
Milky foam to left and right;
Whispered converse near the wheel
In the brilliant tropic night.
Cross that rules the Southern Sky!
Stars that sweep and wheel and fly,
Hear the Lovers' Litany:
Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of brown--a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June,
Flying hoof and tightened rein,
Hearts that beat the old, old tune.
Side by side the horses fly,
Frame we now the old reply
Of the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of blue--the Simla Hills
Silvered with the moonlight hoar;
Pleading of the waltz that thrills,
Dies and echoes round Benmore.
"Mabel," "Officers," "Goodbye,"
Glamour, wine, and witchery--
On my soul's sincerity,
"Love like ours can never die!"
Maidens of your charity,
Pity my most luckless state.
Four times Cupid's debtor I--
Bankrupt in quadruplicate.
Yet, despite this evil case,
And a maiden showed me grace,
Four-and-forty times would I
Sing the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
The Lovers' Litany - by Rudyard Kipling
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Eyes of grey--a sodden quay,
Driving rain and falling tears,
As the steamer wears to sea
In a parting storm of cheers.
Sing, for Faith and Hope are high--
None so true as you and I--
Sing the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of black--a throbbing keel,
Milky foam to left and right;
Whispered converse near the wheel
In the brilliant tropic night.
Cross that rules the Southern Sky!
Stars that sweep and wheel and fly,
Hear the Lovers' Litany:
Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of brown--a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June,
Flying hoof and tightened rein,
Hearts that beat the old, old tune.
Side by side the horses fly,
Frame we now the old reply
Of the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of blue--the Simla Hills
Silvered with the moonlight hoar;
Pleading of the waltz that thrills,
Dies and echoes round Benmore.
"Mabel," "Officers," "Goodbye,"
Glamour, wine, and witchery--
On my soul's sincerity,
"Love like ours can never die!"
Maidens of your charity,
Pity my most luckless state.
Four times Cupid's debtor I--
Bankrupt in quadruplicate.
Yet, despite this evil case,
And a maiden showed me grace,
Four-and-forty times would I
Sing the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
