By Agron Gjekmarkaj
Today, Salianji looked at the deputies with a studious look. Sitting in the corner of the cafe, he called them one by one, especially those who appeared calm and undisturbed. That beach irritated him, the waves hurt him.
It offered everyone the comfort they lacked. After the most conversations, the one who came happy returned sullen, the uncertainty turned into trouble, the thought into guilt, the comfort into suffering, the doubt into a fellow traveler, the security turned into ashes and dust, the near seemed distant.
He did it all while letting out gasps of pleasure. To the one who asked for forgiveness, he advised that revenge is the way, to anyone who begged for sleep, he gave insomnia medicine, to anyone who was thirsty, he sprinkled salt! Whoever asked for slimming recipes learned how to get fat. He put someone up on the list, another put him down. Some 20 of the Ps are convinced that they will not be after he gave them the reasons why he even found you and the substitutes to feel good and motivated in the future.
What are you doing like this, good man, I ask! Eh more, he answered, “politics is a business of conflict” and he distinguished things by himself, and his eyes shone like a spark or hell at dawn.
Doctor Tritani was sipping a cup of coffee happily after receiving the seal. There was an anxiety, perhaps the natural shyness of Girokastrites lest someone sit there. He would have to take a coffee plus but no one bothered him. In the end he paid only one. With a sense of relief, he greeted us generously.
Bledion Nallbati looked like a knight with her head and legs hanging from the gap. A drone-like confusion hovered over his aura. The absence of Mamice was experienced by him as a shroud. This is Nallane’s life and Virana exhaled like a ghost. Nothing bothered him. Every wound needs its own salve. I said drink anything! He- I don’t get drunk! Cimbis anything! He- I don’t like it. The world seems saffron, the black sky is damned, you all moaned together.
Gaz Bardhi Lideri was looking at him in perspective and shaking his head saying “the heat has played out of control, we must call Bernard Banushi whose angry looks make even the drunkest sober”
Above our heads was the television, from which Ermua stood out, ruling with an iron fist as in a class war. A wild glee sat on his forehead like a pimple every time someone was denied a right. I don’t leave a chance to be happy without proving that what is bad can become even worse, that what is good is destroyed in the blink of an eye, so enjoy what you have.
The opposition MPs were few. The absence of the Prime Minister, Leader Muli, as a result of the punishment, had hit everyone like a drunk in the stomach. They thought that he was crucified for our cause and we sit and mope like children here, and that is no good for us. But he, like a kind-hearted Hiqymet, had said sacrifice is my mission, your routine and daily life.
Chief Albana and Chief Oerdi looked elegant and solemn as time in an attempt to show authority but also restrained genteelness at the same time. The physical absence of the Prime Minister, I, first of all, instead of the small leaders, pushes us to drive, to engage in vices, to pretend and compete. While the opposite shows us the quilt to stretch the legs, the ceiling where the head rests and the rational sense of hierarchy.
The black MPs had taken the road to Germany to watch the matches, but the fakirs stayed here like elves. Toni Gogu sat down heavily and frowned more and more so that his wrinkles were visible. He doesn’t know that Babua has a voice for those who have a lot of wrinkles on their heads. Success lies in their absence and pretending they are. Bela, even though she didn’t have Tao by her side in that curly garden, seemed to be enjoying the solitude and general emptiness.
He was probably preparing spiritually for the big hug with uncle Namik at dinner on the 83rd anniversary of the PPS. General Kollcaku spoke, but after every sentence he had the dilemma, “why isn’t it better to be silent?”! Nasip congratulated me on the seal. I told him to reward him the same. Petrua did not miss the opportunity to behave like a real debater.
Ismet Beqiri with bleary eyes dreamed of a shadow of mania in Mallakaster while listening to the bleating of the goat with a bleat and a nap! The generous man of Lushnja opened his mouth and wanted a watermelon to split in the middle of the field. Evis Kushi was smiling in search of a cause. Olta is always happier at the end of the day than at the beginning.
Every day that passes reduces the amount of thoughts to Maiko. Yesterday I was without them. What does Jorushi i Tabakeve choose between me and reality? Someone said Gaz Bardhin Gaz Bardhin! No one loves me, only Snow gives me a look of pity.
