tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346675662012-02-17T01:11:01.113Zkastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-3378492760064390112008-03-14T13:53:00.000Z2008-03-14T13:54:07.429Z<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Sa here qe degjoja zerin e njerzve qe jetonin larg vendit prekesha dhe mendoja ne heshtje per ta dhe malli i tyre me dukej aq i bukur dhe i ndjeshem.<br />Po sot qe jam ketu larg vendit tim po e perjetoj vehte kete ndjenje te madherishme qe quhet mall qe ndonjehere eshte i lotshem ,ndonjehere i dhimbshem ,ndonjehere nostalgjik po gjithmone mbetet mall .<br />E kthej koken pas ,ne ate vend ku u rrita dhe mendoj se ka qene aq bukur sa vlerat e verteta njeriu i perjetoka kur ato sjane me.<br />Veshtroj perhumbshem ne nje harte dhe ndjej se nje pjese e imja emocionale shtrihet thellesisht mbi te .<br />Mall ,cgje te solli ne kete bote dhe mbete perjetim me i bukur.<br />E dija se largesia bren ,e dija se lotet do ishin pjese e saj ,eshte bukur te duash vendin tend ,besomeni eshte magjike te ecesh ne dheun tend ,thjesht ndjehem mire ketu ku jam ,jam e lumtur se jetoj me njeriun qe dua ,por falme o zot kete mall dua ta shpalos dhe te jem krenare per ate vend ku erdha ne jete dhe u bera njeri .</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-337849276006439011?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-38506062305758160142008-02-06T20:20:00.000Z2008-02-07T10:04:59.028ZNje fragment nga poezite e famshme te poetit spanjoll Antonio Manchado i cili me ka lene nje mbrese rrenqethese.....................<br /><br />Mi pate zhdukur zot gjithe me te dashur c/kisha<br />po ndjema zemren zot qe dot kurre nuk fjeti<br />rrembeve harene dhe gezimet e mija<br />tash mbeta vetmuar vec une dhe deti..........................................<br />Sado ka lumturi ne kete bote perseri trishtimi na puth syte mengjeseve<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-3850606230575816014?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-37019861298830160022007-10-17T10:19:00.000+01:002007-10-17T10:31:06.961+01:00<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>Kisha nevoje per pak ndryshim ndaj e nderrova gunen e blogut, me nje foto mullagash te Enit , te shkrepur ne ballkonin e shtepise:)</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>Po ashtu vura dhe disa kenge te preferuara te miat ne radion time.Hapja sigurisht qe do behej me Kastadiven kete kenge te mrekullueshme.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>Ju pershendes miq!</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-3701986129883016002?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-58917215762595762692007-10-13T10:38:00.001+01:002007-10-13T10:41:47.661+01:00<span style="color:#663366;">Per Ty..</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Po te me falnin dashurine e botes ,</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">s`do ta nderroja me ty</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Pe te me jepnin gjithe ajrin e tokes,</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">S`do ta nderroja me syte e tu </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Po te me dhuronin perjetesine,</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">nuk do ta nderroja me nje cast me ty</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Edhe po te vdisja</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">e te tretesha ,</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">shpirti im do gjente vec prehje </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Tek ti!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-5891721576259576269?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-90117070746499694812007-08-07T13:27:00.000+01:002007-08-07T15:44:44.106+01:00<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/328164124_79ac56f155.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/328164124_79ac56f155.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ç'mund te kerkoje nje njeri ne kete jete qe te jete i lumtur a mund te ma thoni ?<br />Shpresoj se e kam gjetur dhe sdua ta humbas kurre celsin magjik te kesaj ndjenje madheshtore qe me ka zbukuruar shpirtin .<br />Dashuria ,nje simbol hyjnor i shpirtrave ka trokitur tek une kaq bukur .,Me ka bere te lumtur,me ka rrezellitur mendimet ,me ka sinjalizuar se ka dicka ne kete bote qe ja vlen te rrosh dhe ky je ti mi amor E....<br />Te dua sa mund te dashuroje nje shpirt perjete ,te dua bukuria e mendimit tim te harruar ,te dua drita e zemres ,mos me harro kurre.<br /> Mu kujtuan befas vargjet e dikurshme....<br /> 2 leke per te folur me ty<br /> 3 leke per te atdhur tek ty<br /> milionat te me falnin s'do ikja kurre nga ty E..<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">p.s: photo courtesy: Eni Turkeshi (</span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eni"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">www.flickr.com/photos/eni</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">)</span><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-9011707074649969481?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-27482186808432108642007-07-10T14:35:00.001+01:002007-07-10T14:44:13.492+01:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Thashe te vej dhe nje poezi komike nje here e mot ne blogun tim melankolik.Nuk eshte e imja por u argetova me stilin e thjeshte te saj...Ju pershendes me kete vjershe verore dhe ju uroj te kaloni nje vere sa me te kendshme!</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Te shkami i kavajes<br />t'djelen kam shku<br />ne plazh kur te bregu i detit<br />turinin ta pash<br />Me trupin si njal<br />ma hoqe trunin fare<br />O zot na i hudh syt<br />o zocka lozonjare<br />Me ca rrobe banje<br />si drane kopliku<br />po u rrotullojshe qe t'shifte publiku<br />Per i xhiro te bregu<br />te ftova per pak kohe<br />por ti refuzove<br />gjasme se nuk do<br />Po un e dise ti per mu vdes<br />dhe un s'te ndahem o ylli lalit t'vet<br />Ajo plaka jote<br />me inat me pa ,<br />kujdes mi dreq kujdes<br />se gocen nuk ta ha<br />Per drek i fute domate me qep<br />dhe tasin e llalltes e rrujte komplet<br />Per t'hy ne muhabette<br />kerkova nje kaptin<br />qep po ti s'me dhe<br />gjase nje gjysem kishe vet<br />dallget bejne shkum<br />dielli rrezaton<br />po ti o yll bote<br />plazhin po terbon<br />O zot falemnderit<br />qe yllin tim kam pa<br />qe ja hongsha buzen<br />e tgjitha ca ka<br />Per ne cunat e rinj<br />o zot bej bismilah<br />se si rrushi lalit<br />ne kete dynja s'ka<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Lexojeni e mos e vrisni menjen:))</strong></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-2748218680843210864?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-66739244417713771162007-05-27T18:20:00.000+01:002007-05-27T18:30:23.679+01:00ESE PER TRISHTIMIN .<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Kush te solli ne kete bote mes njerzve? Pse vjen ne castet kur jemi te lumtur dhe pushton zemrat tona,pse vjen i shoqeruar me lote?</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Nese nuk do ishe ti shpirti do kish qetesi ,zemra do kish ngrohtesi ,syte do te kishin drite ,por ti vjen dhe behesh pjese e dhimbshme e jetes sone .</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Nuk dua te kem prane ,ti je i dhimbshem largohu me tisin tend te renduar nga braktisja lerme te qete ......</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-6673924441771377116?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-65836264647975733292007-05-16T12:28:00.000+01:002007-05-16T19:38:38.094+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Miqte e mij sot vendosa te shkruaj dicka per muajin maj ,pasi eshte shume i vecante dhe i bukur.Kam apo skam te drejte ?</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Ma vertetoni ju me dicka qe ju ka ndodhur ne muajin maj dhe binduni se eshte muaji surprizave ,muaji i luleve ,muaji i dashurise .</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Une vehte kam lindur ne kete muaj por ne te vertete eshte fantastik. .Ju dua shume dhe ju pershendes me kengen : Lulet e Majit :</em></strong> )<br /><strong><em>Tregomeni ndonje gje per Majin .</em></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-6583626464797573329?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-71220346716024652852007-05-08T13:01:00.000+01:002007-05-08T14:15:42.482+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Lamtumirë mik</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>pa dhembje e lotëfytyrëngrysur s'ka përse</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Të vdesësh s'është gjë e re në botë,dhe të jetosh s'është gjë e re. </em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">NENOKES SIME....LETER NENES </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Gjalle je, nenoke?Edhe une Gjalle jam.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Shendet me pac,shendet! Drite u befte kjo mbremje e lume Izben tende qe me mall me pret. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Thone qe je ligur e je tretur Nga meraku im,po nuk ankon Se,pershtjelle me nje shall te vjeter, Fillikaterruges shpesh kalon. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dhe kur mugetire e kalter bie. Nje vegim i zi te kall ty frike, Sikur ne nje sherr diku ne pije, Vjen dikush e ma keput me thike. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kot,e dashur,vuan kaq,besome, Brengat t'i fanitin keto nder sy. S'jam aq pianec i lige sa c'thone, Si do te vdes pa te te pare ty? </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Une jam po foshnje,si nje here, Dhe nje shprese vec ushqej ne gji: T'iki nga ky tym e kjo potere. Te shtepiza jone aty te vij. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dhe do vij ,kur kopshti yne i bardhe Anekende vishet me blerim: Vetem ti ,si tete vjete me pare, Mos me zgjo aq heret ne agim.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mos e zgjo ate qe shkrumb ju bene Enerrat e moshes plot hare. Me ka vrare jeta mjafte, o nene, Dua vec te shlodhem e te fle. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">As ti lutem Zotit mos me thuaj, Si dikure ne t'arten mituri. Ti ke mbetur ngushellim per mua, Drite e pa rrefyer,vetem ti. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ndaj merak ti mos m'u bej aq teper Tek e liga mendjen mos e co, Dhe aq shpesh me shallin tend te vjeter, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Fillikate rruges mos kalo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">KUSHTUAR SHPIRTIT TE PAZEVENDESUESHEM TE NENAVE..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-7122034671602465285?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-19920410126819885912007-05-07T13:01:00.000+01:002007-05-07T13:38:29.975+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/Rj8dnXrwbvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U4hJALnvITA/s1600-h/blog+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061797068397375218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/Rj8dnXrwbvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U4hJALnvITA/s320/blog%2B.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><strong><em>E humbem edhe kete muzg. </em></strong></span></div><strong><em></em></strong><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><em>Asnje nuk na pa kete nate perdore ndersa nata blu ra mbi boten. </em></strong><br /><strong><em>Kam pare nga dritarja ime, fiesten e perendimit ne majat e largeta te maleve. </em></strong><br /><strong><em>Nganjehere nje pjese dielli, digjej si nje monedhe ne doren time. </em></strong><br /><strong><em>Te kujtova ty me shpirtin tim te ngrysur, ne ate merzine time qe ti e njeh.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Ku ishe atehere? Kush tjeter ishte aty? Duke thene cfare? </em></strong><br /><strong><em>Perse do e gjithe dashuria te me vije mbi mua kur jam i merzitur dhe ndjej qe ti je shume larg? </em></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><strong><em>Libri ra qe gjithmone mbyllej ne muzg, dhe trikoja ime blu u mblodh si nje qen i lenduar tek kembet e mia. </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><em>Gjithmone, gjithmone ti kthehesh mbrapa neper netet, drejt statujave te fshira te muzgut. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Te dashur miqte e mij ka ndonje koment te bukur mbi keto vargje perla ????</em></strong></span> </span></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">photo source : </span><a href="http://www.kle.nw.schule.de/hanna-heiber-schule/picasso-pablo-dora-maar-seated-2802675.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.kle.nw.schule.de/hanna-heiber-schule/picasso-pablo-dora-maar-seated-2802675.jpg</span></a></p></span><br /><div><br /></div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-1992041012681988591?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-85202463972272230962007-04-19T13:19:00.000+01:002007-04-19T14:23:18.336+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/RidsantleiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NLnzIiYGwBw/s1600-h/435015472_9a3fcdc697.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055128311339252258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/RidsantleiI/AAAAAAAAABI/NLnzIiYGwBw/s320/435015472_9a3fcdc697.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kete poezi e vendosa apostafat per Elais i uroj dite te bukura ,po dhe per ju miqte e mij nje buqete dashurie ju ngroh shpirtin .</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Pa ty</em></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Ti ike udhes se pafundme</span></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Ku zverdhin druret gjetherenes</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Mbi gjokse pellgjesh tani tundet</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I arti medalion i henes. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Lejleket iken.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Fill pas teje</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Si stof i keq u zbeh blerimi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Dhe ngjajne toka, pylli, reja,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Me negativin e nje filmi. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Tani ne fusha shkoj menduar</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Ku nis te fryje ere e ftohte,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Ku ca mullare te gjysmuar</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Duken qe larg si Don Kishote. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">C'te bej, po them me vehten time,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Ne kete ore te vone te muzgut,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Ku qerrja baltave ben shkrime.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Te lashta sa te Gjon Buzukut? </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Do te shkoj te ulem permbi pellgjet,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Te pi ne gjunje duke rene,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Ne gryke e di qe do te me ngelet</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I ftohte medalioni i henes. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">photosource: </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eni"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">www.flickr.com/photos/eni</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-8520246397227223096?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-43354582290055154432007-04-17T13:11:00.000+01:002007-04-17T14:38:35.025+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/RiTGuQC79PI/AAAAAAAAABA/hcb-0d2w674/s1600-h/l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054383179700106482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/RiTGuQC79PI/AAAAAAAAABA/hcb-0d2w674/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Ne keto dite prilli me diell me shi eshte e rendesishme te kuptoni se jetoni per dike dhe dikush mendon per ju ,ju sjell Kadarene me madheshtine e tij</strong></span> . </span><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Në parkun që mbuluan fletët<br />Në parkun q'ë mbuluan fletët</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Të dy ne ecim qetësisht,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Pas shijes saj ka shtruar vjeshta</em></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Qilim të verdhë natyrisht.<br />Dhe ndoshta si një ëndërr e zbehtë</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Ju fanit një muzg i vonë </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Ky park q'ë kan' mbuluar fletët</em></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Ku pas kaq shekujsh ti po shkon.<br />Nga vagabondët me cigare</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Ti mos u tremb e dashur kot </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Imazhin tënd as dinosaurët </em></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Shekuj më parë s'e shtypën dot.<br />Që ti të vije kaq e bukur</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Me këta flokë, me këtë hap </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Toka të egrën klimë e zbuti </em></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Dhe akullnajat ktheu mbrapsht.<br />Dhe s'kish se si të ndodhte ndryshe</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Të ndodhte ndryshe s'kish se si. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>U desh të zhdukeshin përbindshat </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Që te kjo botë të vije ti...</em></span></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em> </div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">photo source: </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eni"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">www.flickr.com/photos/eni</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-4335458229005515443?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-74321331907642460162007-03-28T12:54:00.000+01:002007-03-29T14:07:03.321+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/Rgu5vYSpJSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTpysXa4w-I/s1600-h/405855382_d3f7f86937_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047332031024407842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/Rgu5vYSpJSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTpysXa4w-I/s320/405855382_d3f7f86937_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/405855382_d3f7f86937.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/RgqZkoSpJRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VV8D5WYci1U/s1600-h/444_0_392_500_72_90_0_ffffff_0_efeadc.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Miqte e mij do t'ju ofroja dicka nga poezia brilante e Rudyard Kipling.</span><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Eshte aktuale ne cdo moment pranojeni ta lexoni e te ndjeheni se egziston ende</span></strong> </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>:: If you can keep your head when all about you </strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>But make allowance for their doubting too;</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>if you can wait and not be tired by waiting,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;</strong><br /><strong>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>If all men count with you, </strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>but none too much;</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>If you can fill the unforgiving minute</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>With sixty seconds' worth of distance run </strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>-Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>And - which is more - </strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>you'll be a Man my son!</strong> </span></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">photosource :www.flickr.com/photos/eni</span> </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /></div></span><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-7432133190764246016?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-76630484929458807862007-03-09T13:40:00.000Z2007-03-09T14:42:55.218Z<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Miqte e mij dua tju tregoj nje proze te shkurter qe me ka vene ne mendime ,ju lutem dhe ju jepni mendimin tuaj:</em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong></div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Nje djale i vogel me familjen e tij shkoi ne nje qytet te ri per te jetuar .Diten e pare qe shkoi ne shkolle mesuesja u tha kemi oren e vizatimit,do te bejme nje lule ,femijet nxorren bojrat ,fletoret dhe filluan .dhe djali i vogel qe ishte i ri mes shokesh uli koken e nisi te vizatonte por mbi koken e tij u afrua me suesja e cila i kapi doren dhe i tha prit te them une si kete beje jeshile ,kete te kuqe ,kete te verdhe ,djali i turpruar e degjoi dhe veproi si e mesoi ajo .Diten tjeter mesuesja i tha sot do te vizatoni nje shtepi ,femijet ulen kokat dhe filluan po ashtu dhe djali vogel por ne castin qe filloi ndjeu doren e ftohte qe e kapi dhe i tha keshtu si po te them kjo keshtu dhe kjo ashtu perdorni ngjyrat qe ju them ,,,,,djali uli koken dhe vazhdoi ....kaluan ditet djali filloi te rritej e te vizatonte shume e shume .</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Erdhi nje kohe qe u zhvendos me familjne qytet tjeter diten e pare qe shkoi ne klase e ndjeu vehten me te ritur me shoke te rinj e mesues te rinj </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>.Diten e pare ne oren e vizatimit mesuesja iu afrua dhe i tha filloni vizaton i cfare te doni dhe qeshi e i la te lire femijet por djali i vogel ngriti koken dhe i habitur pyeti me cfare ngjyre profesoreshe ?</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Mund te jepni nje mendim per djalin ose vete jeten tone kur vendosin te tjeret .</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Elona </em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-7663048492945880786?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-76716498592698525112007-03-06T12:30:00.000Z2007-03-08T13:23:39.675Z<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>I mblodha te gjitha gezimet,fjalet,nostalgjite</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>i dhashe drite ndjenjave te mija </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>syte me ndricuan nga prekja e lumturise</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>por ktheva koken dhe nje cast lotova </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>kisha harruar trishtimin qe me dhurove ti</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-7671649859269852511?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-78548802048537371942007-03-02T11:53:00.000Z2007-03-02T13:40:46.499Z<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/88/280554405_c29edb1de6.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/88/280554405_c29edb1de6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong><em>Kerkoj çdo dite ne hapesiren boshe te te shoh ty babi ,por jo s'te gjej dhe trishtohem dhe qaj dhe ndjej se me mungon shume .</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong><em>Ç'mund ti bej dhimbjes qe me le mungesa jote e rende babi?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong><em>Ç'mund ti them shpirtit qe loton kur ste shoh ty ,kur s'ndjen syte e tu te me shohin e te perkujdesen ashtu si dije vetem ti .</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong><em>Ti ke ikur larg dhe ke marre me vehte heshtjen fisnike dhe shpirtin e paster dhe une kam nevoje te mbeshtes doren ne ballin tend ,kam nevoje te qaj shume ,e te kem prane ...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong><em>Ç'mund ti bej dhimbjes sime qe mos te te shoh ty me valle ????????????????</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-7854880204853737194?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-23772801357826226062007-02-28T19:24:00.000Z2007-03-01T08:19:44.346Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/ReaLs6Xk8yI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SDpNAk5IA94/s1600-h/Image(757).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036866836959130402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/ReaLs6Xk8yI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SDpNAk5IA94/s320/Image(757).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong>Dhuron nje braktisje nje zhgenjim tek njerezit ndjehesh i kenaqur ;</strong></em><br /><em><strong>lendon nje zemer,loton nje shpirt dhe triumfon mbi dhimbje </strong></em><br /><em><strong>kerkon te vrasesh ,te mbysesh ,te cenosh vertetsite</strong></em> ;<br /><em><strong>pse erdhe ne kete bote mbushur me djallezite e tua </strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><p><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em><strong>kushtuar .........</strong></em></span></p><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">photo source: </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eni"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">www.flickr.com/photos/eni</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-2377280135782622606?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-14985392754849762082007-02-12T13:14:00.000Z2007-02-12T12:15:21.241Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>Miqte e mij te dashur po ju le nje citat te vertete me ka bere shume pershtypje " U deshem ne nje kohe qe se beme kurre tonen ,u ndame ne nje kohe qe na beri perjetsisht te vehtet"</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Cmund te me thoni ?</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-1498539275484976208?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-15112791843517376192007-02-08T11:00:00.000Z2007-02-07T20:33:38.038Z<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Miqte e mij me pelqen qe jeni futur ne boten e kuizit .</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Komplimente per pergjigjet e sakta.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Kete jave dua te percillni vetem vargje dashurie sepse eshte java e dashurise .</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Dua citate dashurie te verteta.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Ju perqafoj ,te gjitheve.</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-1511279184351737619?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-2135369110457272882007-02-06T18:57:00.000Z2007-02-06T19:02:49.512Z<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>PERSERI TE DASHUR MIQ VAZHDOJME ME QUIZET .</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>GJENI KOMPOZITORIN E FILMAVE.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>1 ) GLADIATORI</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>2 ) OKTAPODI</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em> 3) PADRINO</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Suksese</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-213536911045727288?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-23791408291609127382007-01-30T20:08:00.000Z2007-01-30T20:12:15.014ZKesaj rradhe vendosa te dal nga romantizmi i theksuar ,nga dimri i vetmise dhe kerkova te zhvilloj nje kuiz kinematografik.<br />Jane tre fragmente nga filmat shqiptare *kush i gjen*<br />1* Sa mire djali ka marre shume nga puna jone .<br />Per te ngrene te fshin pjaten.<br />2* Vera me Mollasin te mos prese ,personi nuk eshte paraqitur.<br />3* A spo na beson o babe ,na merre pushken dhe qello po deshe.<br />Gjeni titujt e filmave .<br />Ciao nga Elona<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-2379140829160912738?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-46828593995954419362007-01-15T13:20:00.000Z2007-01-15T13:25:17.688Z<span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>Kerkoj nje ze qe e kam harruar </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>kerkoj nje shikim qe ka ikur larg</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>kerkoj nje perqafim te dhembshur</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>kerkoj nje fjale te ngrohte </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>kerkoj nje njeri ta kem prane </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>kerkoj ne sy mos te kem me lot </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>kerkoj ne zemer te kem pranvere </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>por me kot cdo gje ka humbur </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>per te mos u kthyer me</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-4682859399595441936?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-13154181608237146602007-01-10T10:47:00.000Z2007-01-10T10:49:03.092Z<span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>Jetojme dhe nuk e dime perse </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>per brenga ,lot ,mall </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>jetojme dhe kerkojme nje fjale te ngrohte qe </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>nuk na vjen kurre </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>kjo sinfoni harrimi </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>po na plagos shpirtin </strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-1315418160823714660?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-29173302554852392052007-01-09T10:20:00.000Z2007-01-09T10:22:58.718Z<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>Kur ndjeva se isha braktisur e hodha veshtrimin nga deti </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>zhgenjimi perhumbi nder dallge por lotet nder vite si treti </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>nese e kerkon ndonjehere dashurine </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>dhe ne krahet e saj qendron e lumturuar </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>pyete nje cast pse nuk vjen tek une </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>pyete te lutem pse me ka harruar </em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-2917330255485239205?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-403273455649622772007-01-09T10:16:00.000Z2007-01-09T10:19:02.385ZVetmia cfare eshte e pyes vehten ,nje ndjenje e renduar apo nje braktisje e paralajmeruar ne jeten e secilit nga ne .<br />Pse vjen e na gjen ckerkon nga ne ..........<br />sdua te jetoj vetem kam frike ....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-40327345564962277?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-17348037980901708632006-12-22T11:15:00.000Z2006-12-22T11:23:39.368Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/RYu-z-LgiGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5SeQvlh2REE/s1600-h/301839730_3eda9f430b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011308810453682274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhgsTFuCAlI/RYu-z-LgiGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5SeQvlh2REE/s320/301839730_3eda9f430b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;">Ti hyre ne zemren time nga kjo dere ,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;">e dole po nga kjo dere</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;">dhe tani traret e zemres sime kercasin</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;">nga dhimbja e kujtimit 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style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">photo source: </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eni"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">www.flickr.com/photos/eni</span></a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-1734803798090170863?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-60590801794621777662006-12-19T19:32:00.000Z2006-12-19T19:40:33.257Z<span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Jetoj<br /><br />Ne ditet e jetes sime erdhe ti<br />Gezueshem kendshem ,bukur<br />Dhe une se prita qe do isha e lumtur<br />Ne castet kur te njoha ty<br /><br />E dija se jeta eshte e zymte<br />Ditet e saj po me rendonin shpirtin<br />Qielli i saj po e mbyste shpresen e fundit<br />Pa ditur se do vije ti<br /><br />Ti i panjohuri i diteve te mija<br />Ti heshtja e mendimeve te mija<br />Ti lote gezimi i ndjnjave te mija<br />Trokite e me gjallerove shpirtin<br /><br />Cili je pyes vehten ne ore mendimesh<br />Ç’mendon cfare ndjen ku je<br />Por di qe shpirti me eshte trazuar dhe pse<br />Se erdhe ti<br />Ti me gazin e munguar te diteve<br />Ti me çiltersine e jetes e syte plot jete<br />Shkaterrove dhimbjen ner shpirtin tim<br />E me lumturove ne ajrin tim<br /><br />S’e di pse mendoj keshtu<br />S’te njoh s’me njeh<br />Por me pelqen kaq mjafton qe une mos qaj me<br />Kaq mjafton qe dita ime te jete e qete e bukur<br />E ngazellyer e padyshimte<br />Ndoshta s’do e kuptosh kurre kete rikthim qe me solli ne jete<br />Ndoshta sdo kuptosh kurre pse u shpreha keshtu<br />Por di qe me lumurove per nje cast<br />Dhe te them faleminderit<br />Qe gezova dhe ca caste<br />Te faleminderit qe zemra ime rrahu per te mos vdekur<br />Te faleminderit<br />Qe hapat e mij trokiten ne toke me gjalleri<br />Te faleminderit<br />Qe me shtove nje gezim te harruar<br /><br />Tani po shkoj po gjithsesi te faleminderit qe u shfaqe sado pak ne jeten time per te kuptuar qe ende jam gjalle ,gjalle ,gjalle</span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-6059080179462177766?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-43412736235699875082006-11-30T16:05:00.000Z2006-12-01T08:23:32.832Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7214/4231/1600/235919/canon%20083.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7214/4231/320/86922/canon%20083.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>photo source: www.flickr.com/photos/eni</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-4341273623569987508?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-14406229667261459702006-10-16T15:45:00.000+01:002006-10-16T15:47:41.061+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong><em>1.Nuk di kapelen kujt t'ja heq , se nuk gjej strehe ne syte e asnjerit...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong><em>2.Dikush tha se fati eshte nje kulete floriri qe njerezit e gjejne ne rrugen e jetes se tyre.Sa keq qe une gjeta nje kulete beze te shkepur:(</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-1440622966726145970?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-1158671332460972512006-09-19T14:04:00.000+01:002006-09-19T14:08:52.463+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Braktisje e heshtur<br /><br />Ti u largove nga jeta ime<br />Nje mengjes me arome pranvere<br />Me godite si nje rreze drite<br />Duke lene mbi mua nje shije te mjerueshme<br /><br /><br /><br />Nuk di si do mund ta mbush boshllekund tend<br />Kaq te madh por si dhimbja qe ndjej<br />E per me pak ndonjehere do te kuptoj pse me braktise ne harrese<br /><br /><br />E tashme qe ke ikur<br />Qielli nuk eshte me i njejte<br />Hena nuk shkelqen si me pare<br />Yjet lekunden te perlotur<br />Ndoshta ngaqe nuk ishijoj me ty<br /><br /><br />Trishtuar ,vetmuar ndihem<br />E vec kujtimet e tua me shfaqen<br />Nje shites i varfer lulesh ,nje karte e vjeter telefoni<br />Dhe nje dashuri e rrenuar ne gjoksin tim<br /><br /><br /><br />Drite u largove thellellisht nga varferia qe sta mbushi shpirtin<br />Pa ditur se me vrave perjetsisht<br />Per te me lene ne varrin qe po me perpin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Poeteshe Spanjolle<br /><br />Daniele Aragunde<br /><br />Perktheu Elona Turkeshi</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-115867133246097251?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34667566.post-1158661700382855942006-09-19T11:21:00.000+01:002006-09-19T13:11:51.230+01:00<strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><em>Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada<br />Poema 10<br />Pablo Neruda<br />Hemos perdido aún este crepúsculo.<br />Nadie nos vio esta tarde con las manos unidas<br />mientras la noche azul caía sobre el mundo.<br />He visto desde mi ventana<br />la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos.<br />A veces como una moneda<br />se encendía un pedazo de sol entre mis manos.<br />Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada<br />de esa tristeza que tú me conoces.<br />Entonces, dónde estabas?<br />Entre qué genes?<br />Diciendo qué palabras?<br />Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe<br />cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?<br />Cayó el libro que siempre se toma en el crepúsculo,<br />y como un perro herido rodó a mis pies mi capa.<br />Siempre, siempre te alejas en las tardes<br />hacia donde el crepúsculo corre borrando estatuas.</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34667566-115866170038285594?l=kastadiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kastadivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15385793931550864098noreply@blogger.com1