FLASH
Shkruar nga Agron Gjekmarkaj
One of the three "bulls" of parliamentarism, Niko the great punisher, reprimanded him three times and then expelled him from the hall, but as a fragile man as he is, even the ox itself trembled with pain.
Klevis Balliu had taken off his clothes of slavery yesterday and was firing with his weapons of bravery, boom and boom, all day long, at the majority, so much so that it seemed that for a moment he had locked them all in the Llogara tunnel! Besart was carrying the box of cartridges, Bled Himçi the machine gun.
Your mouth became parched, you begged for water, luckily Ina Zhupa, like Bubulina, was there with a bottle, where your dry lips were moistened.
One of the three "bulls" of parliamentarism, Niko the great punisher, reprimanded him three times then expelled him from the hall, but fragile man as he is, he even cried out in pain. I feel heavy, I knock on the door, the genie confided his soul to his loving Aunt!
Jorushi of Tabak, or Urushi as the beloved lady Jozefina affectionately calls her, shed tears from one eye for the absence of Gaz Bardhi, an exile for three weeks, and from the other came sparks that ignited the fire of battle, so much so that Elda Hoti's eyelashes immediately fluttered. From that epizem, I myself got up from the bed of illness, fever and temperature, and in the hall at the edge of dinner I went to admire her endurance. Belind Kelliçi and master Tom Alizoti held the front from the tricks of the duahman so much that Nikoqiri, out of embarrassment, called Mr. Balluku!
Zeqineja was engaged in an erudite conversation with Damo Gjiknuri as an equal! "I have respect for you, he said, because you have a high school education, while I never liked that Ditmar Noprani, dare to remind Babo, we are both intellectuals, we have common tastes in literature and political philosophy. You made me very happy when you quoted Tao and Taoism. Shall I sing you a song from the Fier area out of respect?"
Damo blurted out "Please, no" when she realized that he took it as a threat, from time to time he would say "I sang to you, you black man" and he would gather his fists, telling the horror to come. Sara looked at them with jealousy. Termeja was not far behind.
The lowly has become a great joker. He appears among the women and immediately the shouts and cheers of joy are heard like the roar of a horse. Then, like a taxi driver, he drives and drives people here and there.
Klosi, thanks to his arrears, had almost woken up like a pharaoh, he would sit for hours as if lost and without desire! Dilo Nasufi looked at him with compassion and said to a chubby stranger sitting next to him: "He needs to be seen to, because his mind is going crazy."
Kiduina asked Tao: "Why did this gray-haired uncle, who probably writes some incomprehensible nonsense, say that I wanted to take Etilda's place?"
Tao, symbol of wisdom and father of experience, a man who has seen the world with eyes that have been lifted up a lot, took a deep breath and after letting out a long ehhhh... he said: "The places are not ours, they are Babo's and I am here as his laughing stock. He then gives charity according to need... Ethilda lives in our hearts, she is now next to him. She may return one day. Don't fall prey to temptations and vanities, because he is vile, reactionary."
Enno Bozdo would let out tragic exclamations and war songs all day long, muttering under his breath: tamburxhi, tamburxhi. Ivi Kaso, listening to him, would groan and moan: qameti, qameti, for I saw a white day!
Strazimir is weighing heavily on me despite all my efforts to appear lovable. Most of the time, it wasn't even Deputy Leader Flamur who took me under his protection. It seems like he's going to slap me for my Trotskyist past at any moment. Even Albana and Aunt Adriana have already got a crush on me, he's not a bad guy, he's a lucky guy.
The other "buffalo", Tony, a born puritan, yesterday carried a heavy burden! He was plowing the fields of parliamentarism but he looked more like Judas who sold Christ for 30 pieces of silver, whose rope was still around his neck and from the tightness around his neck he lets out a stream of meaningless words.
Perhaps when no one thought it, an impressive idyll was being consumed between Bledion Nallbat and the Arberia's Mamica! "Have a cigarette, Bledion aga," she said in a ringing voice and her eyes wide as if in a ballad!
Without a second thought, he took out the box of lavender, shook it with his own hands, then lit it and said: "Take it, my dear, draw it because I gave it with my heart!" That cinnabar burned like a candle of hope!
The world belongs to those who burn, I thought, not to those who warm up. Kostaqi and I stayed warm, we never burned.
Delina Brahimi, after having welcomed the Spaç miners, seemed like a better person to me, so I told her: "If you have angered Turkey, because those mountains have no good memories, I will keep it in the Chronicle!" It didn't seem like a bad bargain to her.
Ogi returned from his excursion through Tirana, he had taken off some clothes and was doing his best, together with Lamellari, to hide from the "Chronicle". "Where are we going to drown," he said, "he called me a 'horse shoer'." She agreed: "It's not your fault, you spoil the blood of the wall, but that's how a career begins, you start with horseshoes and one day you can become a knight, and the knight doesn't care, because his legs hang down." Llari thought: how much, yyyyyy how much Ogi knows.
Bardh Spahia was the only Albanian who had never read "Kronika", so as such he entered it today.
Everyone, seeing me as an orphan at the corner table in the Assembly's cafeteria, asks me: "Where is the Salianji who used to carry me with his burdens?" But neither the saint nor the devil who lives inside the living know his feet. He wakes up in Selenica and sleeps in Koplik, but by God, a bad word never comes out of the Qerratai's mouth, he only spreads blessings to one person as much as to another!
Gjalle qenka ky haleja, ku ka qene deri tani!?