Bija ime, \u00cbsht\u00eb nat\u00eb. Nata e Krishtlindjes. T\u00eb gjitha rojet e k\u00ebshtjell\u00ebs time t\u00eb vog\u00ebl i ka z\u00ebn\u00eb gjumi. Flen\u00eb v\u00ebllai dhe motra jote. Edhe n\u00ebna jote tani fle. Vet\u00ebm zogjt\u00eb, sapo u zgjuan dhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumur u mblodh\u00ebn tek kjo dhom\u00eb gjysm\u00eb e ndri\u00e7uar. Sa larg jam nga ti!<\/p>\n
Do t\u00eb m\u00eb kishte kapluar gjumi, sikur portreti yt, qoft\u00eb edhe vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, do t\u00eb m\u00eb hiqej nga syt\u00eb. Ai \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebtu n\u00eb tryez\u00ebn time, ngjitur me zemr\u00ebn time. Ku je ti? Larg, n\u00eb Parisin e p\u00ebrrallave, n\u00eb skenat e teatrove t\u00eb mrekullueshme t\u00eb Champs Elysees. Un\u00eb i njoh mir\u00eb ato skena. N\u00eb qet\u00ebsin\u00eb e nat\u00ebs d\u00ebgjoj hapat e tua dhe shikoj syt\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb si yjet n\u00eb qiellin dim\u00ebror. E ndjej, si e luan ti rolin e Bukuroshes Persiane, robin\u00eb e Khanit t\u00eb tartar\u00ebve, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb spektak\u00ebl festiv t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyer. Vazhdo t\u00eb jesh e mir\u00eb dhe k\u00ebrce! Vazhdo t\u00eb jesh nj\u00eb yll dhe shk\u00eblqe! Por, kur do t\u00eb ndjesh se ovacionet dhe mir\u00ebnjohja e publikut fillojn\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb dehin, apo kur aroma e kuror\u00ebs me lule t\u00eb fresk\u00ebta do t\u00eb ta mpijn\u00eb mendimin, ulu n\u00eb nj\u00eb qoshe dhe lexo letr\u00ebn time. D\u00ebgjo z\u00ebrin e babait t\u00ebnd.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb jam babai yt, Geraldina! Un\u00eb jam \u00c7arli, \u00c7arli \u00c7aplin! A e di ti sa net kam q\u00ebndruar tek shtrati yt, duke t\u00eb treguar p\u00ebrralla p\u00ebr Bukuroshen e Fjetur dhe p\u00ebr dragonjt\u00eb, kur ti ishe fare e vog\u00ebl ? Dhe kur gjumi m\u2019i r\u00ebndonte qepallat e plakura, un\u00eb qeshja dhe i thosha: \u201c Largohu!<\/p>\n
Gjumi im, k\u00ebto jan\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e vajz\u00ebs time! Un\u00eb fle me \u00ebndrrat e saj!\u201d<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb i pash\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e tua, Geraldina, pash\u00eb t\u00eb ardhmen t\u00ebnde, t\u00eb pash\u00eb ty, sot. Un\u00eb pash\u00eb bij\u00ebn duke k\u00ebrcyer n\u00eb sken\u00eb dhe si ajo u ngjit n\u00eb qiell. D\u00ebgjova publikun t\u00eb thoshte:\u201dEj, shikojeni k\u00ebt\u00eb vajz\u00eb? Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb vajza e gaztorit plak. E mbani mend, e quanin \u00c7aplin?\u201d Po, un\u00eb jam \u00c7aplini! Gastori plak! Sot, \u00ebsht\u00eb radha jote. K\u00ebrce! Un\u00eb k\u00ebrceva me pantallona t\u00eb gjera t\u00eb shqyera, kurse ti k\u00ebrcen me fustan t\u00eb m\u00ebndafsht\u00eb princeshe. K\u00ebto k\u00ebrcime dhe duartrokitjet e forta, gati t\u00eb ngjitin n\u00eb qiell. Fluturo! Fluturo atje! Por, zbrit edhe n\u00eb tok\u00eb! Ti duhet t\u00eb shoh\u00ebsh jet\u00ebn e njer\u00ebzve, jet\u00ebn e atyre valltareve t\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, q\u00eb k\u00ebrcejn\u00eb kur dridhen nga t\u00eb ftohtit dhe uria. Un\u00eb isha si ato, Geraldina. Ishin ato net\u00eb t\u00eb magjishme, kur ti flije e nanurisur nga p\u00ebrrallat e mia, e un\u00eb rija zgjuar. Shikoja mbi tre fytyr\u00ebzat, d\u00ebgjoja goditjet e zemrave tuaja dhe pyesja veten :\u201d \u00c7arli, a thua se k\u00ebto kotele t\u00eb njohin sadopak?\u201d Ti nuk m\u00eb njeh, Geraldina.<\/p>\n
Shum\u00eb p\u00ebrralla t\u00eb kam treguar n\u00eb ato net\u00eb t\u00eb larg\u00ebta, por p\u00ebrrall\u00ebn time \u2013 kurr\u00eb. Edhe ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb interesante. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrralla e shakaxhiut t\u00eb uritur, i cili k\u00ebndoi dhe k\u00ebrceu n\u00eb lagjet e varfra t\u00eb Londr\u00ebs, dhe m\u00eb pas mblidhte dashuri. Ja kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrralla ime! Un\u00eb dija \u00e7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb uria dhe \u00e7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb mos kesh \u00e7ati mbi krye. Akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb, un\u00eb provova dhimbjen posht\u00ebruese t\u00eb k\u00ebrcimtarit shakaxhi, n\u00eb gjoksin e t\u00eb cilit ngrihej stuhia e urrejtjes n\u00eb nj\u00eb oqean krenarie. Dhe.. k\u00ebt\u00eb krenari, dhimbsh\u00ebm, e plagosnin monedhat q\u00eb hidheshin. Megjithat\u00eb, un\u00eb jetova. Por, le t\u2019i l\u00ebm\u00eb k\u00ebto. M\u00eb mir\u00eb le t\u00eb flasim p\u00ebr ty. Pas emrit t\u00ebnd Geraldina, \u00ebsht\u00eb mbiemri im, \u00c7aplin. Me k\u00ebt\u00eb mbiem\u00ebr, p\u00ebr m\u00eb shum\u00eb se dyzet vjet un\u00eb hutova mendjet e njer\u00ebzve n\u00ebp\u00ebr bot\u00eb. Qava shum\u00eb, edhe pse ata qeshnin. Geraldina, n\u00eb bot\u00ebn ku ti jeton nuk ka vet\u00ebm vall\u00ebzim dhe muzik\u00eb!. N\u00eb mesnat\u00eb, kur ti largohesh nga salla madh\u00ebshtore, ndodh t\u2019i harrosh p\u00ebrkrah\u00ebsit e tu t\u00eb pasur, por mos harro t\u00eb pyes\u00ebsh p\u00ebr gruan e tij, shoferin e taksis\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7on n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Dhe.. n\u00eb qoft\u00eb se ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb dhe nuk ka para t\u00eb blej\u00eb pelena p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebn q\u00eb do t\u2019u vij\u00eb, futi atij ca para n\u00eb xhep. Her\u00eb pas here udh\u00ebto me metro ose autobus, ec\u00eb me k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe shiko qytetin Shiko njer\u00ebzit! Shiko vejushat dhe jetim\u00ebt! Dhe.. qoft\u00eb edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb dit\u00eb thuaj vetes: \u201cUn\u00eb jam nj\u00ebsoj si ata\u201d. Po, ti je nj\u00ebra prej tyre, vajza ime!. Ka edhe m\u00eb. Arti, p\u00ebrpara se t\u2019i jap\u00eb njeriut krah\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb fluturoj\u00eb lart, zakonisht, i thyen atij k\u00ebmb\u00ebt. Dhe.. po qe se vjen nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kur ti do ta ndjesh veten mbi publikun, menj\u00ebher\u00eb, flake sken\u00ebn. Me taksin\u00eb e par\u00eb shko n\u00eb ndonj\u00eb nga zonat e Parisit. Un\u00eb i njoh ato shum\u00eb mir\u00eb! Atje do t\u00eb shikosh shum\u00eb k\u00ebrcimtare ashtu si ti, madje, m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura, m\u00eb mir\u00ebnjoh\u00ebse dhe me krenari t\u00eb madhe . Atje nuk jan\u00eb dhe as mendohet t\u00eb jen\u00eb dritat verbuese t\u00eb prozhektor\u00ebve t\u00eb teatrit t\u00ebnd. Prozhektor p\u00ebr ato vajza \u00ebsht\u00eb H\u00ebna. Shiko mir\u00eb, v\u00ebzhgo! A nuk k\u00ebrcejn\u00eb ato m\u00eb mir\u00eb se ti? Mendo ndershm\u00ebrisht, vajza ime! Gjithnj\u00eb do t\u00eb ket\u00eb nga ato q\u00eb vall\u00ebzojn\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb! Dhe mos harro: N\u00eb familjen \u00c7arli nuk kishte njer\u00ebz pa zem\u00ebr q\u00eb t\u00eb ofendonin taksistin, ose t\u2019u zg\u00ebrdhiheshin atyre q\u00eb q\u00ebndronin n\u00eb brigjet e Sen\u00ebs. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb vdes, ti do t\u00eb jetosh. Un\u00eb dua q\u00eb ti t\u00eb mos e njoh\u00ebsh, kurr\u00eb, varf\u00ebrin\u00eb. Me k\u00ebt\u00eb let\u00ebr t\u00eb d\u00ebrgoj nj\u00eb bllok \u00e7eqesh, q\u00eb t\u00eb kesh mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb shpenzosh aq sa d\u00ebshiron. Por, kur t\u00eb shpenzosh dy franga, mos harro q\u00eb monedha e tret\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e jotja.<\/p>\n
Ajo i takon nj\u00eb njeriu t\u00eb panjohur, q\u00eb ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Nj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb, ti do ta gjesh kollaj. Mjafton t\u00eb duash q\u00eb t\u2019i shikosh k\u00ebta t\u00eb varf\u00ebr t\u00eb panjohur dhe kudo, do t\u00eb takosh t\u00eb till\u00eb. Un\u00eb flas me ti p\u00ebr parat\u00eb edhe pse e di forc\u00ebn e tyre djall\u00ebzore. Un\u00eb kalova shum\u00eb koh\u00eb n\u00eb cirk dhe gjithnj\u00eb u shqet\u00ebsova shum\u00eb p\u00ebr pehlivan\u00ebt n\u00eb tel. Por m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb t\u00eb them, se n\u00eb tok\u00ebn e fort\u00eb, njer\u00ebzit rr\u00ebzohen m\u00eb shpesh, se pehlivan\u00ebt n\u00eb telin e l\u00ebkundsh\u00ebm. Mund t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb, q\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb nga mbr\u00ebmjet e bujshme, ti t\u00eb verbohesh nga shk\u00eblqimi i brilanteve. \u00cbsht\u00eb, pik\u00ebrisht, ky moment, q\u00eb t\u00eb vendos ti mbi telin e rreziksh\u00ebm, nga ku rr\u00ebzimi b\u00ebhet i paevituesh\u00ebm. N\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur mund t\u00eb t\u00eb shfaqet fytyra e bukur e nj\u00eb princi. Tamam, at\u00eb dit\u00eb, ti b\u00ebhesh nj\u00eb pehlivane pa eksperienc\u00eb, dhe\u2026. ata pa eksperienc\u00eb bien ngaher\u00eb. Mos e shit zemr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde p\u00ebr flori dhe gj\u00ebra t\u00eb shtrenjta. Ta dish, brilanti m\u00eb i madh \u00ebsht\u00eb dielli. Lumturisht, ai shk\u00eblqen p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb. Dhe.. kur t\u00eb vij\u00eb koha q\u00eb ti do t\u00eb dashurosh, duhet ta duash at\u00eb njeri me gjith\u00eb zem\u00ebr. Un\u00eb i thash\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs t\u00ebnde, q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb t\u00eb shkruante lidhur me k\u00ebt\u00eb. Ajo e kupton dashurin\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb nga un\u00eb, ndaj \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb flas\u00eb me ty p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb. Puna jote \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb, un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb e di. Trupi yt mbulohet vet\u00ebm me pak m\u00ebndafsh.<\/p>\n
K\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia e artit mund t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shfaqesh n\u00eb sken\u00eb edhe lakuriq, por duhet t\u00eb kthehesh prej andej jo vet\u00ebm e veshur, por edhe m\u00eb e past\u00ebr. Un\u00eb jam plak dhe fjal\u00ebt e mia mund t\u00eb ting\u00ebllojn\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. Por, sipas meje, trupi yt i zbuluar, duhet t\u2019u p\u00ebrkas\u00eb atyre q\u00eb dashurojn\u00eb lakuriq\u00ebsin\u00eb e shpirtit t\u00ebnd. Mos u frik\u00ebso, po qe se kuptimi im p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb \u00e7\u00ebshtje t\u00eb duket shum\u00eb i vjet\u00ebr dhe u p\u00ebrket koh\u00ebve t\u00eb shkuara. Mos u tremb, k\u00ebto dhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7ar\u00eb nuk t\u00eb plakin ti. Por, un\u00eb d\u00ebshiroj q\u00eb ti t\u00eb jesh e fundit, prej atyre q\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhen qytetar\u00eb t\u00eb ishullit t\u00eb karkacul\u00ebve. Un\u00eb e di, q\u00eb midis et\u00ebrve dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebve, gjithnj\u00eb, zhvillohet nj\u00eb duel. Un\u00eb luftoj me veten, me mendimet e mia, vajza ime! Nuk i dua f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e n\u00ebnshtruar. Nd\u00ebrkaq, p\u00ebrpara se nga syt\u00eb e mi t\u00eb pikojn\u00eb lot mbi k\u00ebt\u00eb let\u00ebr, un\u00eb d\u00ebshiroj t\u00eb besoj, q\u00eb kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nata Krishtlindjeve, nata e mrekullis\u00eb. Dua q\u00eb t\u00eb ket\u00eb ndodhur mrekullia dhe ti, v\u00ebrtet, t\u2019i kesh kuptuar t\u00eb gjitha ato q\u00eb d\u00ebshiroja t\u00eb t\u00eb thosha. \u00c7arli tani u plak Geraldina. Shpejt ose von\u00eb, n\u00eb vend t\u00eb fustanit t\u00eb bardh\u00eb t\u00eb sken\u00ebs, do t\u00eb t\u00eb duhet t\u00eb vesh\u00ebsh teshat e zis\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhur tek varri im. Tani, nuk dua t\u00eb t\u00eb shqet\u00ebsoj m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Vet\u00ebm, sa her\u00eb do t\u00eb shihesh n\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb, atje do t\u00eb shikosh tiparet e mija. N\u00eb dejet e tua rrjedh gjaku im. Madje, edhe kur rrjedha e gjakut n\u00eb arteriet e mia do t\u00eb ket\u00eb ndaluar, un\u00eb dua q\u00eb ti t\u00eb mos e harrosh babain t\u00ebnd, \u00c7arli. Un\u00eb nuk kam qen\u00eb engj\u00ebll, por gjithnj\u00eb u p\u00ebrpoqa t\u00eb jem njeri. P\u00ebrpiqu edhe ti.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Bija ime, \u00cbsht\u00eb nat\u00eb. Nata e Krishtlindjes. T\u00eb gjitha rojet e k\u00ebshtjell\u00ebs time t\u00eb vog\u00ebl i ka z\u00ebn\u00eb gjumi. Flen\u00eb v\u00ebllai dhe motra jote. Edhe n\u00ebna jote tani fle. Vet\u00ebm zogjt\u00eb, sapo u zgjuan dhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumur u mblodh\u00ebn tek kjo dhom\u00eb gjysm\u00eb e ndri\u00e7uar. Sa larg jam nga ti! Do t\u00eb m\u00eb kishte kapluar […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":83126,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7665,7664,6332],"tags":[34566],"class_list":{"0":"post-83125","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-art","8":"category-bota","9":"category-te-fundit","10":"tag-letra-e-carli-caplinit-derguar-se-bijes-naten-e-krishtlindjes"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83125","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=83125"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83125\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/83126"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=83125"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=83125"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jugulajm.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=83125"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}