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- kam rene ne dashuri, por eshte platonike, e parealizueshme, si zakonisht te gjitha fiksimet e mia..... por do kaloja gjithe kohen e zhytur ne syte tij..
- pse platonike? pse e parealizueshme? cfare ka ne sy ai?
- ka nje oqean te fshehur... blu si thellesia qe do doja ta zbuloja. Ka magjine e Prages ne vetvete... ai eshte nje enderr.
- meqe tek ai sheh kaq shume besoj do te te realizohet deshira....

ehhhhh nje psheretime me doli nga shpirti..... s'di pse ndihem si adoleshente qe sapo ka rene ne dashuri per here te pare... s'di as nese quhet dashuri po eshte nje magnet qe me terheq te mendoj per te, te perfytyroj syte e tij, takimin e pare, kercimin e pare...

pastaj qesh me vete se me duket vetja si ne gjimnaz kur mendonim me shoqet si te sajonim skenat e takimit apo justifikimet per te folur serisht, per t'u takuar serisht, per te dale per nje kafe....

eh sa gjera nuk ndryshojne asnjehere. jam kthyer 10 vjet mbrapa.

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. she watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. she invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled accross the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird....
but then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! and she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. and she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: " I'm going to set a trap. the next time the bird appears, he will never leave again".
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
she looked at the bird every day. there he was, the object of her passion and she showed him to her friends, who said: " Now you have everything you could possibly want."
However a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.
the bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him.... But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself.. she would have realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come? she asked Death. " So that you can fly once more with him across the sky"Death replied. : If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him more; alas, you need me in order to find him again".

Si eshte jeta....... sot jeton neser te ndodh nje fatkeqesi....... gjithshka te kthehet permbys..... nje beteje e re fillon.

S'dua me te mendoj per te ardhmen, dua te kujtoj te kaluaren qe te me beje te vleresoj qe gjeja me e shtrenjte qe kam eshte e tashmja, keto momente jane thesari im dhe dua t'i jetoj ne maksimum qe cfaredo te ndodhe ne te ardhmen, nese ndodh ndonje aksident dhe mbetem e paralizuar si mbeti shoqja ime ne lulen e moshes, te mos pendohem sa kot e kam hedhur poshte kohen time... si nuk kam bere ato qe kam patur deshire, e tani nuk do mundem me t'i bej..... kurre me.......
si nuk kam thene ato qe kam dashur te them e nuk do kem me shanc tjeter

si nuk kam shprehur me shume ndjenjat njerezve qe dua, sepse nuk do kem me rast te dyte..... si e kam kaluar kohen duke vrare mendjen per gjera te kota, kur ne te vertete jeta eshte kaq e shkurter e cdo sekonde eshte e shtrenjte...

do doja te pershkruaja fjalet qe me thote shpirti sot por nuk mundem....... gjendja e shokut i ka bllokuar te shprehen dhe ka krijuar nje mur hekuri

Zot Falna shendet sepse asgje tjeter ne kete bote nuk ka rendesi pervec shendetit....

Më i dashuri im, unë nuk jam më Vetja ime, - jam frymëmarrja në erë, lulja e trëndafiltë, ëndrra e mbrëmjes. I shtrenjti im eci si në ëndërr- jo, jetë është gjithshka që vjen prej teje, dhe ëndërr gjithshka pa ty. Më i dashuri i zemrës sime, unë nuk jam më UNË, jam TI, ti je ngazëllimi im, ëmbëlsia ime...

pjesez nga mbreteria e endrrave

Te dua MAMUSH jeton brenda meje gjithmone ne cdo buzeqeshje timen.
sot ne ndryshim nga heret e tjera nuk do qaj sepse ti nuk do te shohesh me lote ne syte e mi. por me do vetem te qeshur

dhe une buzeqeshjen e kam gjetur duke qene si ty, duke shperndare dashuri pa fund si ty, duke u bere nje lume jete dhe nje flake zjarri.
faleminderit Ma qe me mesove cfare eshte dashuria, ajo e shpirtit, sepse ka qene dhurata me e bukur e jetes sime nga ty...

Te puth fort kudo qe je

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Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. she watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. she invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled accross the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird....
but then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! and she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. and she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: " I'm going to set a trap. the next time the bird appears, he will never leave again".
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
she looked at the bird every day. there he was, the object of her passion and she showed him to her friends, who said: " Now you have everything you could possibly want."
However a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.
the bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him.... But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself.. she would have realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come? she asked Death. " So that you can fly once more with him across the sky"Death replied. : If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him more; alas, you need me in order to find him again".

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Larg prej sytë... prej zemrës larg- Timo Flloko

Dimër ish kur ti më ike,
fjalët heshtja i mbuloi.
Hijen time në valixhe,
more larg.
Puthja jote si relike,
në qënien time mbeti gjatë,
por, do të ftohej... do të ngrinte,
pak nga pak.

Sa papritur erdh' kjo ndarje,
ritual që ndodh ngaherë...
Heshtj' e gjatë dhe... "S'të harroj asnjëherë!"
Shpend i hekurt që të mori,
një bosh të madh më la në vete.
Unë në okë e ti në qiell,
mbeta vetëm...!


Kur ti fluturove lart,
sa do të desha unë të kisha krahë.
Në shkretëtirë të universit,
mos t'i humbja sytë e tu.
Ti më the: Unë jam e jotja,
dhe as vdekja s'do të na ndajë.
S'je e para, as e fundit..
"Larg nga sytë... prej zemrës larg...!"
Ti më the: Jo, s'të harroj,
të kam shpirt, veç ty të kam.
Unë e di, më ke harruar,
Larg nga sytë, prej zemres larg.

Dhe ne humbim nëpër vite,
Pa ngrohtësi, larg njëri-tjetrit.
Dhe fytyrat u harruan,
përgjithmonë...
Në marrëzinë e këtij planeti,
sa të pafaj ne te dy mbetëm.
Erë u bë, nga duart iku,
dashuria...!

Once upon a time there was a very brave gardener. he had dedicated his years and his time to the flowers and knew everything about them. He knew their world to that extent that was able to grasp their unseen beauty still hidden at the seeds. He was a kind of Creator that knew how to give life to the flowers. He carrefully choosed the seeds, planted them in a warm soil, giving to each flower love as the creator to his creature, watered them, planted them so that they had enough of sunshine. when the wind blew outside, he would put covers for the seedlings not to break through and for them to be warm enough and protected from the changing moods of the nature.
He had planted many kinds of flowers, knew their secrets, the meaning of their colors, he knew when the petals would be covered by the morning dew, when the flowers blossomed and exploded with all their beauty and majesty to give later on seeds. A harmonic cycle of life.
the flowers of his garden gave the gardener a great pleasure, as he saw them growing, blossoming into very special flowers, he felt satisfied with the fruits of his hard and patient work.
Nevertheless the love of the gardener, his dearly but never overwhelming care, the carefully choosen soil made the flowers very fragile.
One day the gardener, tired of fighting against the wild wind that blew outside in order to protect his beloved flowers, sat on the chair at the table inside his room and whispered. He needed some moments of peace. While looking at the cans he placed on the table, he took off some seeds and started to select them. Selecting the seeds he was going to plant always relaxed, but at the same time inspired him. He would carefully take in his palm each seed as if it was a baby, then would take one with his fingers and watch it closely under the light of the lamp, as wanting to discover all the hidden secrets and needs of the seed. Then he would think, this one needs light, this needs humidity and this other needs darkness. It was a way he selected them and imagined the hidden blossoming of those little, little seeds. And as a good creator he would design in his head the places where he would plant them and this gave him satisfaction and a smile in his face. Suddenly his fingers picked up a strange seed. It had a different shape and different color than the others. He looked at it attentively but didn't know what kind of seed it was, to which flower it belonged. So the gardener decided to take a special care for that seed and planted it separately. Everyday and during all day he would go to the new seedling that was coming out from the seed and couldn't get away from it. Each moment he discovered new secrets and was amazed by its beauty. It was a rare flower, which he decided to call the Tulip.

As the Tulip grew into a flower it enchanted the gardener with its beauty. It brought such a joy to his heart. More he was dazzled that he gave life to such a wonderful flower, yet so fragile to the touch. Yes he loved all his flowers but the Tulip he would seat and watch it endlessly, its bright colors and its charm; than he would water it and call it "sunshine ray".

The gardener had tought Tulip the song of life, a beautiful sweet melody that cheered up everyone's soul. Normal people could only feel sth unexplainable, a tenderness coming from the Tulip. only the Gardener and people with deep inner world could hear the song and let their souls to be cheered up.
One day the Gardener told Tulip: "My dear Sunray, I gave you life so that you can live it with or without me. I tought you the song of life so that you can sing it all the days with or without me, other souls need to be cheered up and you have so much to give."

And the TULIP continued to give love and to cheer up souls because it knew that whatever might happen, the gardener would always make sure that the TULIP would never stop singing its beautiful life song... and the tulip would never feel alone among other flowers

all our dreams can become true if we have the courage to pursue them- said Walt Disney and I believe it is true.....

Long live the dreamers who aren't affraid to follow their dreams
Life is but a dream. whether good or a nightmare, it depends on how we build it, how we view it, how we consider it, what are our choices, how steadfast we are in what we believe.... and how we face the difficulties and pain.

There might be thousand things I have no patience to accomplish, I am lazy, I have not enough motivation, I postpone and leave them for the last moment, but there is only one thing I always follow under all conditions and that is the voice of my heart.....

and as darke says I have found both freedom and happiness in my crasyness

Re: Leter Malli

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.................................................................te tani.. ky forum eshte si magjik hap nje faqe e fillon shkruan ate qe jashte tij nuk e shkruan dot... po ndiej shume mall. nuk jane lote trishtimi se e di qe do jepje shpirtin qe mos rri e trishtuar por jane lote malli. malli kur krahason si do mund te ishte dhe si nuk mund te jete me...

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