Muret e Leilës

[Leila]

Po ri-hap temen e mureve te dhomes sime per ata qe ma kane kerkuar,
e kujtdo tjeter qe i ka marre malli

Me poshte: nje citim nga libri "Dune" i Frank Herbert.

<<NQS BEN MIRE, SHMANGJU FAMES; NQS BEN KEQ, SHMANGJU VETEDIJES.>>

[Leila]

Klikoni ketu te shikoni sirenen ne murin e banjos.
S'kisha shume eksperince me bojerat, dhe kam perdorur shume qe s'duheshin... ndaj eshte zbardhur me kalimin e kohes, dhe avujt e ujit te nxehte dite per dite.

Me poshte: poeme nga Agim Doci.

[Leila]

Klikoni ketu te shikoni aforizma te tjera nga deep_blue.

Me poshte: deep_blue.

[Leila]

Me poshte: "Gabimi i Qukapikut" nga Astrit Cerma.

Klikoni ketu per te lexuar "Gabimi i Qukapikut."

Injorojini kremrat... me jane bere fiksim se laj
duarte c'do 30 min.

[Leila]

Poema e Vaso Pashes (Moj Shqypni, e mjera Shqypni), perkthyer ne Anglisht nga Peter Prifti.

Albania

Oh, poor Albania, bruised from lashes
Who dared push your face in ashes?
Hailed once a woman of noble birth,
Mother you were called by men of this Earth.
Rich you were, to tell the truth.
With lovely girls and handsome youth,
With lots of cattle, gardens, farms
With Latin rifle and other arms
With men of courage and women of cheer
In all the world you had no peer.
***
When guns boomed like the crack of thunder
Albania’s men rushed out of yonder,
And always fought well, till the end came,
And never soiled their name with shame.
When men of Albania pledged to fight,
All of Rumelia shivered with fright,
In fierce battles they fought and died,
With honor their memory inscribed.
***
But now, Albania, you’re a sight of woe
Just like an oak tree brought down low!
All step on you as if you were dead,
And not one kind word to you is said.
Once you dressed well, like a woman high-born,
Today, your fine robes are badly torn,
You’ve lost your name, your faith, too,
And none is to blame for it but you.
***
Albanians, you are slaying one another,
Some shout for country, some against sin,
One says I’m Turk, another Latin,
Others Greeks or Slavs profess to be,
Fools! You are brothers can’t you see?
***
Priests and mullas have made you mute
To keep you split and destitute.
Foreigners sit by your fireplace,
Your wives and sisters they disgrace,
And if money comes knocking on your door
The faith of your father you ignore,
You become slaves of alien boors,
Whose race and tongue differ from yours.
***
Weep, oh your rifles and you who care
Albanians, like birds, are caught in a snare,
Weep with us, you warriors all around,
For Mother Albania, lying on ground;
She has no bread or meat to eat,
Nor fire in the hearth, not light or heat,
Pale of cheek and unrespected,
She lies broken and neglected!
Gather you women, so pretty and spry,
Who know so well to weep and cry.
For she’s shorn of honor and forlorn,
She’s like a widow whose man is gone,
She’s like a mother without a son!
***
Who has the heart to let cruel death,
Take this brave women, panting for breath?
Can we allow aliens to smother
And trample on our cherished Mother?
No, no! Such shame no one can beat,
Such vile conduct all men forswear!
Let warriors die carrying the banner
Before Albania is lost in this manner
***
Awake, Albania, it’s time to rise
And bind yourselves with brotherly ties;
Look not to church or mosque for pietism,
The faith of Albanians is Albanianism!
***
From Tivar all the way to Preveze
The sun sends down its light and rays;
It’s our land, the land of our ancestors,
To the death we’ll defend it from predators
Better to die for it like the man of old,
Than in shame before the Lord!

[Leila]

Leila me pak fjal : Je e vogel me mendje te madhe! Bravo

Good Luck

Pak fjal the por me kuptim shum dhe vend!

Shum te bukura Leila...me kan pelqyer jasht mase!

Shhhh... Kam 5 vjet qe them, "Jam 18, jam 18,"
me teper qe te hyja neper filmat rated R.
Thanx, girls.

Me poshte: citim nga "Gjylistani dhe Bostani" i Saadiut, gjithashtu dhe firma ime.
P.S.: C'dmth "sofi" apo ka qene gabim shtypi tek libri??

[Leila]

Nga: Asgje Sikur Dielli

[Leila]

E mesova c'ishte "sofi" apo "sufi." Mendoja ishte fanatik, por jo...

Me poshte: Frank Herbert siper Saadiut ( hmmm)
<<QETESIA ESHTE MIKU I GJAHUT.>>

[Leila]

"Mercy without justice is favoritism," shkruhet por nuk duket.

[Leila]

hajde mure hajde...
po si te ze gjumi ne kete dhome???

I kam patur qe kur isha 14-15.
S'mund ta imagjinoj dhomen time me mure te bardha, apo me ngjyra neutrale, apo nje-ngjyreshe.
Ti si fle me mure te bardha?