Mbr\u00ebmjen e kaluar, moderatorja shqiptare Alketa Vejsiu realizoi \u00ebndrr\u00ebn e saj prej vitesh dhe gjithashtu krenoi vendin e saj me pjes\u00ebmarrjen n\u00eb festivalin italian \u201cSanremo\u201d. Ajo prezantoi krah moderatorit t\u00eb famsh\u00ebm Amadeus dhe partneres s\u00eb Cristiano Ronaldo-s, Georgina Rodriguez, duke i l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve mbresa me lirshm\u00ebrin\u00eb dhe elokuenc\u00ebn e saj n\u00eb t\u00eb folur n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn italiane. Gjat\u00eb festivalit, Alket\u00ebs iu dha edhe nj\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb kohore p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbajtur nj\u00eb monolog t\u00eb gjat\u00eb e dometh\u00ebn\u00ebs, duke treguar historin\u00eb e shqiptar\u00ebve e duke falenderuar Italin\u00eb q\u00eb hapi dyert p\u00ebr popullin ton\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Monologu i plot\u00eb i Alketa Vejsiut:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cNa ishte nj\u00eb her\u00eb nj\u00eb vend ku t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoje Baglioni-n dhe Celentano-n ishte e ndaluar. B\u00ebheshe armik i popullit. Mund t\u00eb t\u00eb kushtonte lirin\u00eb, mund t\u00eb p\u00ebrfundoje n\u00eb burg.<\/em><\/p>\n Na ishte nj\u00eb her\u00eb nj\u00eb vend, ku t\u00eb ishe bionde, ishe e dyshuar, sepse bionde ishte Raffaella Carr\u00e0.<\/em><\/p>\n Na ishte nj\u00eb her\u00eb nj\u00eb vend, ku m\u00ebsohej italishtja duke d\u00ebgjuar \u00e7do minut\u00eb transmetimet e Rai-t, ku Sanremo ishte gjithmon\u00eb Sanremo, edhe kur ishim t\u00eb detyruar ta ndiqnim fshehurazi, pasi kishim mbyllur mir\u00eb dyert dhe dritaret.<\/em><\/p>\n Duket absurde, por ky ishte v\u00ebrtet \u00e7mimi q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb paguaje, n\u00ebse jetoje n\u00eb vitet e diktatur\u00ebs.<\/em><\/p>\n Un\u00eb jam sot k\u00ebtu p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb faleminderit. Faleminderit Itali, q\u00eb mbajte ndezur \u00ebndrrat tona n\u00eb at\u00eb epok\u00eb t\u00eb err\u00ebt. Sepse ju nuk na braktis\u00ebt kurr\u00eb. Nuk e b\u00ebt\u00eb kur kishim nevoj\u00eb, kur merrnim anijet p\u00ebr t\u00eb kaluar kufirin, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb kishim, m\u00eb n\u00eb fund, mund\u00ebsin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar.<\/em><\/p>\n Faleminderit Itali, sepse na ke dh\u00ebn\u00eb shum\u00eb. Ke ndri\u00e7uar rrug\u00ebn ton\u00eb me kultur\u00ebn, artin, bukurin\u00eb dhe muzik\u00ebn t\u00ebnde.<\/em><\/p>\n N\u00ebse jam sonte k\u00ebtu, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb sken\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb faleminderit Sanremo, sepse p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ne q\u00eb t\u00eb kemi \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar p\u00ebrtej detit, nuk je vet\u00ebm tempulli i k\u00ebng\u00ebs, por edhe nj\u00eb simbol. Nj\u00eb shembull integrimi, ku nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i ri, i nisur me anije, q\u00eb zbarkoi k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Itali, realizoi at\u00eb q\u00eb mund t\u00eb dukej e pamundur, t\u00eb fitonte festivalin. Ai djal\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb tanim\u00eb nj\u00eb em\u00ebr i madh i muzik\u00ebs italiane, quhet Ermal Meta. Me fitoren e tij n\u00eb vitin 2018, ai ekzaltoi shpirtin dhe krenarin\u00eb e shqiptar\u00ebve.<\/em><\/p>\n Ne nuk b\u00ebjm\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb tifo p\u00ebr muzik\u00ebn tuaj, por p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb ju p\u00ebrket.<\/em><\/p>\n Ne, edhe n\u00eb bot\u00ebrorin e futbollit, sa her\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb kalt\u00ebrit sh\u00ebnojn\u00eb gol, e shohim si nj\u00eb gol edhe p\u00ebr ne.<\/em><\/p>\n Muzika nuk i njeh kufijt\u00eb q\u00eb ndajn\u00eb popujt dhe komb\u00ebsit\u00eb.<\/em><\/p>\n Muzika nuk nd\u00ebrton mure dhe nuk krijon diga.<\/em><\/p>\n Muzika nuk ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr pasaporta, flamuj, thjesht p\u00ebrhapet dhe i k\u00ebndon dashuris\u00eb, \u00ebndrrave, jet\u00ebs dhe na m\u00ebson t\u00eb fluturojm\u00eb.<\/em><\/p>\n Sot q\u00eb vendi im \u00ebsht\u00eb pjes\u00eb e familjes s\u00eb madhe europiane, un\u00eb fluturova p\u00ebr k\u00ebtu, p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb brenda \u00ebndrr\u00ebs sime.<\/em><\/p>\n E nd\u00ebrsa flas, m\u00eb vjen n\u00eb mendje ajo vajza e vog\u00ebl q\u00eb pyeste t\u00eb atin pse e donte kaq shum\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb q\u00eb Bobby Solo e kishte k\u00ebnduar k\u00ebtu, \u201cUna Lacrima sul viso\u201d. Im at\u00eb m\u00eb tregoi se teksti fliste p\u00ebr nj\u00eb lot q\u00eb dilte nga nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr e thyer q\u00eb rritet e b\u00ebhet nj\u00eb det. Un\u00eb asokohe iu p\u00ebrgjigja me naivitetin e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije: \u201cAh, ja pse loti \u00ebsht\u00eb i kripur!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n P\u00ebr mua ai lot u b\u00eb metafora q\u00eb la shenj\u00eb n\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb time, me tragjedin\u00eb e p\u00ebrs\u00ebritur t\u00eb kanalit t\u00eb Otrantos, q\u00eb mori jet\u00eb njer\u00ebzish, t\u00eb mbytur n\u00eb shpres\u00ebn e t\u00eb gjeturit n\u00eb kufi \u201ctok\u00ebn e premtuar\u201d.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n