FROM AGRON GJEKMARKAJ
Mamice had only one pretext missing to show her lyricism, that kersher interweaving of noises and sounds.
Klosi’s diary, although it was called in secret so that Leader Gazi and the Prime Minister Leader Muli, followed by other knights, could not be there as staunch believers of freedom and take the trays of meatballs and bowls of pilaf to feed him. the fighters of the revolution, leaving Dilon’s Thirsty in his mouth with his finger, only after many hours did he catch his peak.
The two are closed with latches, they put some boxes behind and the shutters and the Saracens are lowered. When everyone is sure that no one will knock on the door and no shadow will appear in the window, so dazzled by the joy of the holiday and the corrosion caused by the jazz music, Mamica and Mimi di Puccini rush towards a sofa which is in semi-darkness it resembled a temple of the upper party. When everyone poured wine into the wine cellar, which like a torrent poured down in the troughs without obstacles in the middle of the hall, like a threshing floor, the voice of Mamice was heard, so intense, one with the jan, deep with the roots of the memory of an endless time, with looking towards a journey that exceeds dreams.
Chuchi’s saliva dripped and an au iu au was released in the air like a patriotic rocket that flies towards pleasure to destroy every heart and sorrow while Mamica was still laying the incense on me.
Ulsiu just came begging for something with a spoon. Tasqebaq brought to him. He shook the cups, but when he let himself go, he thought that this Klos is a big miser.
Pat was hungry and finished the whole thing hanging on his lips, but it wasn’t long before he felt like he was being cut in the stomach. That poison had been stagnant and left first. Shalsi, with his gaze focused on a bunch of reeds hanging on a beam, was singing a melody “O Mari Maria, gurabia pages, O Marjane Marjana pages with moles”!
When everyone was cheering wildly, Cyrbja, like a bomb in the middle of the hall, said “I’m told that Luan Baçi with his hair like Akili and Mond Spaho with a quisqui in hand have been seen around here”! The oil and the sparks started. The lights went out, only Ogi’s eyes shone like a candle of hope. Klos’s chin trembled, “today, on my anniversary, these luggers were found so they wouldn’t be a surprise?”. Antoneta Dhimua stroked his head with her hand and pulled him to hide in a cupboard.
Niko with a radio was trying to contact the army but there was no signal.
Tao was held and there and then created a self-defense headquarters. “Don’t panic, he advised, the police have new cars that we stole from you, they will arrive soon, but remember when PD has its own Christmas or Easter and his angelic portrait appears on the ceiling, that’s when Vullnet Sina, Xhemal Qefalia and Nasipi wrap them with dishes, they will approach slowly as if they are decorative trees and they will throw incense, then we will enter the braves and destroy them”.
Only when Çyrbja said I was joking, did Etilde tell you the warm tears. It’s time to open the fish bowls! Of course, the biggest attention was received by Babo, who was carrying a toy pistol with goggles. They didn’t know what to say, how to interpret it. Bracja gave him a solution. Grandfather knows that the fight will become tougher and you will need some time to train with him, and in the spring as a Velo partisan you will have the truth that he did the same with me. Damua solemnly brought out a plaster bust of Baba.
Do it three times a day, this one makes you this one undoes you. The most original aunt left “Kurbanin” written with filigree in her hand. I made a handful of soil from the new construction sites. What about this, the black man thought, will he cover me with it? I thanked him but he remains misunderstood. Tao left him an envelope. It was a picture of Ditmar.
Laerti an empty cracked lottery. Bujari i Lushnja, a metal trap for foxes. Ismet Beqiri, a perfume made with the sweat of molluscs. General Kollcak a helmet. When Petro Koçi solemnly left his poems there, Klosi couldn’t hold back anymore and returned to you “what did you want why did you waste it, this is too much”. Petrua calmed him down, “I wrote about Babo, the party and against the ballisticians, to educate them ideologically”. Fatmir a cell and a red scarf. The colorful Klos gave a speech as he knows, which he ended with the words “as the party members love the good, they don’t even love the hasmi”!
Even though I’m still in the phase of mistakes, like our friend Tili, on the 36th anniversary of that Salian chariot, we drank good wine and praised the whole world. Then we meditated for a while on the melancholy of Jorushi Tabakeve, the fog that makes the world more mysterious, and the fate of the Opposition, even more so. Then Salianji said boll, let’s meditate, let’s go. Grida had called me on the show and I had to be careful that the gods don’t forgive you!
