FLASH
Shkruar nga Agron Gjekmarkaj
Numbness is flourishing in the party, gone are the days when she cried and laughed like an aunt, where the lottery was filled with tears of joy and sadness.
I headed towards the Assembly already with a heavy weight on my shoulders. I, the general and permanent deputy leader, alongside the prospective leader Gazi and Jorushi Tabake, made my way to the hall with pride. I had dreamed of this day to appear next to the chief deputy leader Muli, but he had not said it. I felt a bit orphaned even though Gazi advised me, "head up, look straight"! So I walked like a colossus convinced that all history was watching me. From behind, it seemed to me that the humanity full of faith in me was shouting "colossus alabar, colossus akbar".
Jorushi spoke from time to time about the iniquities and horrors that the world around him was dealing with hourly and momentarily. We used to tell them away, and the smile would return to him like a lubricating angle on the mechanisms of the party in motion, which is in the blade as an icon.
We missed a little peace after months of war because we had her traces everywhere on our clothes and the smell of gunpowder was not there. The warriors looked like retirees.
Majko, following the example of the veterans, looked at where the tombstones of the partisan resistance could be erected, where the pioneers of the party would lay wreaths of flowers in the future. A plaque here for Dilo, another for Will, a stone for Bafton gave instructions. General Kollcaku wanted a memorial stand of used weapons.
Muçua, as a grandson of Hoti, had shared his mind that at the age of 50 he would become brave for the first time, and he came as Chechua and spoke to him as Zeqo's mother. Then Lindita kicked him out. Bracja fought with himself and others, talked to himself so that others could hear. Clotilda had fallen into deep nostalgia for the time when the guillotine worked for the Marshal.
Shalsi had political dilemmas while asking the question, once we protected Muço, Salianji did not beat him, now we must protect you, don't beat Muçua. This was very deep even for Tony himself, who as a cleric wants the haka to go to his master. Clos and Ethilda were absorbed in long muttering conversations of such primary importance as the hourly evolution of the weather. Sometimes Blerina's moaning would come in like a murmur and they would wonder if the time was broken?
Laertes had a stroke of unemployment. Numbness is flourishing in the party, gone are the days when she cried and laughed like an aunt, where the lottery was filled with tears of joy and sadness. The fire was still swirling in the heat. He remembered the times when "Cyrbja i krimit" was called, when the alltia and piscolla creaked like a karadak, now he had to hide in a cave like Muji and Halili when the strength of the arm was defeated by the bullet. The snow had fallen into a sweet meditation brushed away all care and sweetness. Why did Babo take the sessions he looked like he was struggling?
Xhemal Qefalia kept shaking his head and said to Nasip "the level of discussions has dropped a lot, no one refers to Confucius, that great man who enlightens my ways of thinking". Nasua replied, "you have a big problem, brother". Incomprehension is the emblem of modernity.
Dash Sula took out a tomato like a flower. The ministers all went into hiding. In the middle I was found by Luan Baçi, who follows virtue from behind like a rabbit hunter. Costa i Gramozi and Lindita listens to the speeches from the lodge and sighs lazily "long live this world". He is impatiently waiting for Antoneta's babbling riots to begin.
Thoughtful Albana, after accusing Babo of having a hand over women, wanders around the hall, often pretending she doesn't see me hurting my breasts, and sometimes makes me long by returning my joy. I will refer the quarrel to Ms. Kalaja and Ms. Garo. They love me.
Tao returned, his gills shrunk from a heavy Mediterranean diet. As soon as Mamica returned, the night left. She left, the terror fell on the government tired of repeating a 12-year-old speech. Chuchi looked at Bela, who was snorting a cup of coffee that was almost melancholy, unsure whether to appear enthusiastic or gloomy. Ulsiu opened his mouth when Braçe spoke, his soul begged for peace and his body for sleep. The host was as if removed from the flu and the abdominal incision. Now Ibrahimaj is speaking, the chronicle ends by itself. A gift to Chupi, just returned from Athens, Sula Dash looked like Leonidas at Thermopylae. Salianji, after confusing the whole world, also ran away from the Parliament's akcihan.
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