FROM AGRON GJEKMARKAJ
Ah yesterday started with a whimper. Oh oh, eh, oh, there were gasps of surprise. As soon as Dash Sula appeared on the path of the yard, the monotony took flight. He had listed the sins of the world over a setter. Gluttony, corruption, avarice were struck by Saint Francis with sorrow. Before haram on our heads, the hall made waves on our consciences. All that confusion in the definition of vice transformed him for the umpteenth time into a supreme lover of finding and resentful when the virtuous is frightened by iniquity.
With the surprise of Skenderbeu, Turkey took away the socialists from these thieves of our rights.
When one cannot make sublime gestures small things must be done anyway. I am giving testimony to humanity. When the “Euros” fell on us like rain, our eyes lit up and became crazy, the imagination an ocean, as Ditmari would say about Baba’s heart.
They fell in abundance like snowy hair and the ministers dreamed, the blessed day has come when we will no longer take them lightly, God is throwing them from Hawaii.
As Niko and Tezen fell into a sweet sway, with their eyes half closed and their mouth open, Ulsiu shook them, wake up, your eyes are tearing, saber, they are fake and we are live.
Múçua came with herself before dawn together with her sister and the majority’s friend. Tao looked down on him gratefully. He from below humbly.
In response to the caresses and gifts of the Prime Minister, Lider Muli, he replied, “It’s hard for you, look at your house” and he ran away, bearing down on shamelessness. Ed Paloka gave voice to the whistle of the word by defining the new perfume that the majority will use on the day of doomsday.
Although we entered the battle with very few troops, I did not rise to the task, I remained in the background with the red cross, with the sick, the elderly and the children. The judgment of Luan Baci will beat on me like a storm. Elisa used to release her namas from up there. You slandered my pancakes, here’s the one who ate them, sit like a lamb, the rest of you don’t get full, God made you happy with plenty of flour and eggs.
As far as we could see, Genc Gjonçaj had become like a snowman, blindingly white. Babo’s MPs were envious, everyone thought as if we were in their country, the hero of the day.
From a distance, the voice of the Prime Minister, Lider Muli, was heard, confusingly telling him today, if I let you coat me like a meatball with flour, let the government eat you for lunch. The coast of Gramozi and Lindite was affected. What do I have less, or we academics are not candidates for martyrs, I have several times risked my life for Baba as it suits me, because I don’t want to die covered in flour but with a yatagan. In the kitchen, he was looking for a fork for food, and there they had taken away the cold weapons. This meditation was interrupted by the egg on the Tao machine that spread like a nuclear cloud. But that good man did not feel it.
When a burning regulation flew over the sky of the government, Bora asked Anila why they are doing this against our Baba, how evil they are….! Anila said: They don’t have innocence in their eyes like you do, thank God they don’t know what they are doing. Mete was as big as a fist and a marble worker, Ishallah they don’t ask me for any money.
Gonxhe looked wider than long. When a burning regulation flew over the government’s sky, Bela stood up. She said you can burn everything in vain knowing that what you are looking for is in our mind and heart. Damua nodded his approval while muttering. They can destroy the chair but not the monuments in our souls. Spring, the Messenger said you are a philosopher!
Damua humbly agreed. Etilda brushed her long eyelashes and asked, do we live in epic times? Tony said, it’s not bad to think of Noah’s ark. I don’t hang out with sheep, Chuçi said, because they give me allergies. Majko admitted that he hangs out everywhere like the partisans. Mimi di Puccini reminded you that they were missionaries and the chosen ones entered the treasury. Yes, yes, Claude ran to be interested. You at the guillotine, said Shalsi, where the permanence is greater. When you get tired, you have Ermo the carriage for a change.
I turned my head in the midst of this. Jorushi i Tabakeve as a fish had left us his unbearable absence as he taught us from America how to become a lady Albania with his soft voice she serves on dried baklava. Someone asked where Salianji is? Let the hell do what you want, he is the bearer of bad facts, he just took me on the phone and told me that Babo will change the government again, I told a minister. Water water some water beg.
We gave Babos a deadline until February 20 to complete the opings and become a secretary. I hesitated for the sake of the chronicle, let’s leave it for another two or three days, but the Leader in perspective, Gazi with his wife, dry his mouth that puts the interest of the chronicle over that of democracy! In the end, we made the balance with the expenses of Isuf Çele, born generous, debating heavily with
In the world, we should celebrate the next victory with a kuvaziri or boboshtice brandy, as tradition requires. The diatribe ended with the tolerance of the Prime Minister. He said to each of them what the janitor begged and clinked glasses together.
