FLASH
Shkruar nga Monika Stafa
And on the walls of the corridors where her bright photos hung, I saw some tears slowly slide behind those clay uglies.
Between trying to survive in a poor and miserable country she remained a Queen not only beautiful. From a library in Budapest in the middle of an empire he had to go to a place where the mud was soaked to the bone in the streets of the capital.
In Tirana. In Albania.
And yet his heart said, Yes. Because it was good. A good man who in human life is lucky to even read him when he does not live in her time.
Geraldine Appony intoxicated you with her kindness. Oh, what a beautiful soul he had! When I read about her among the manuscripts and documents of the time, I understood that her heart was alive as if it were the heart of a child. So candid and good ex!!
Portraits like her are rare beings that come to the world, eras, history or countries and when they come they remain a treasure.
Very priceless.
Hungary was her homeland, but the country she entered as a bride surprisingly remained her love.
Albania. This land of eagles.
Be the eagles dance?
But today Albania embarrassed him.
And on the walls of the corridors where her bright photos hung, I saw some tears slowly slide behind those clay uglies.
Unlucky was me, the White Rose seemed to say.
Unlucky and these tall birds!
Lini një Përgjigje