FLASH
Shkruar nga Frrok Çupi
Muli kept his word and you didn't get a chance to see the mummy of the one who uses you but also throws you away. He didn't want circles around the alley that says 'hope' either.
Did you see yourself in the night mirror? As soon as you finished work, that is, as soon as you did the violence, your buttocks were projected against the square. You run away, run away to who knows where, but run towards the square of the capital. Do you go to the mountains, do you go to the caves, do you take off your masks and put on other masks, do you dive in canals?..., no god knows.
But one thing is known..., that even you can't stand the air of the capital's square. Here there is the smell of flowers, women's perfumes, flashing lights, foreign tourists, fashion, concerts, pedestrian streets... Especially now that our capital has become like a diamond in this old peninsula. You can't stand this and react in three ways:
The first way, the one you manifested yesterday evening, after six o'clock.
You had left it at six o'clock in the evening, at that very moment you set fire to your match and started the violence. But it didn't happen. Six o'clock, half past six, seven... It didn't happen because you came down 'from Nowhere' very lazily. You feel that this is not your air.
This is the first reaction.
Your second reaction is always the same as always: savagery, animality, filth. You can't tell the difference, but even when you're done with that animal instinct of yours against the 'dollar square and the library square', you have no idea what a bad smell you leave behind; the square stinks until morning. Some say it happens because of molotov, explosives and your saliva..., but they are no big deal in front of you. In the years of the advent of your democracy, you dried the forty-year-old pine trees in Rinia Square, dry by scratching and urinating.
And the third reaction is when you run away, when your behind is reflected in the crystal mirror of the square. You run away, not because you want to do good for the residents of the 'square', but because your breath boils here where there is oxygen. That's the best thing you do, run away!
Even your boss, Saliu, who has left nothing good in this life and in this square, finally did a good thing last night. Last night he stuck his head out from the balcony where he is hiding somewhere in the corner of the kasaba, he called Mulin and pointed to him: "You're going to bring them around here, so I can chop the meat."
Muli kept his word and you didn't get a chance to see the mummy of the one who uses you but also throws you away. He didn't want circles around the alley that says 'hope' either. Who doesn't go around there, Arab or white, dog or animal, but not you.
Next time they will be called 'for violence'. That will be the case when Gazi is imprisoned, as Saliu assigned. Muli will be called for investigation... This is also a different case. The naked king will come out..., this is also a chance for your perverted show. You call for violence.
Okay, but not here on the square anymore.
Here in the square there are artists, there are musicians, there are sopranos, there are operas, there are children... They are scared and terrified as soon as you appear. In addition, you also abuse people, born and unborn, those who are not like you. Yesterday evening you held hostage a young mother who had rushed to give birth in the maternity ward. You went out on the street and told him that he couldn't give birth in the maternity ward because you 'are on paternity time', even 'molotovnale'... , so 'go back out'. The child had no way back and appeared as soon as you left in 'Nowhere'. Today is pretty good. But who knows how many babies who were being born changed their minds last night as soon as they saw you.
You slander people.
Don't come to the square anymore, because there are people here.
You also tell the Police that it is better to assign them a place where there are people like you, or not like the people of the square. If there is such a place. Otherwise, wait until your time comes, like for example between 1992 and 1998, when people disappeared and you were the only one.
Now the city is full of people.
Lini një Përgjigje