FLASH
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Burning is not what it used to be. When everyone was waiting for him to jump at Gaz Bardhi's throat with a whip, to shoot him with regulation, or just to get angry at him, he had thoughtfully fallen into a dream with his gaze fixed on the side of Mamica's hair!
Never mind how the day started yesterday! Insults, curses, curses, insults and gossip towards Gaz Bardhi, the prospective leader, who tried the great Babo himself to come to the Majlis!
I didn't eat you on a spit while roasting more zulap, Aunty moaned amid high spiritual pains bad only for her.
Busy chrome, Dilua uttered words with a beard as red as barbarosa porridge in sweat. The well saw life, foamed Senator Ismet Beqiri swimming in grief.
Let the "Belinda" cake become a lump in your throat, Antoneta muttered.
The host sat like a newly-married bride and did not flinch. Tony with his eyes on the sky muttered "God give a sign, send a thunderbolt"!
Many people had thought of it as a day where they would be filled with joy and celebration! Plans on how to host him, how to celebrate him, who would give the speech of the occasion!?!
Klotilda was going to recite a poem written by the refined sometimes popular and sometimes hermetic poet, Ed Shalsi, entitled "myzhdeja", but no, everything went to hell!
Gojeprishuri quoted conversations from "Sky-enkroçat" where Babo played the fiqiri and let his tongue down and up at the ogres of emotional debauchery. I paudhi Gaz came out again and said you lick the ice creams of crime, how can he say that word so that it doesn't become a joke, and that I will still read from these words he threatened!
Belinda sipped protein all the time for skin glow, with a light, sweet grin as Tao tried to laugh at the jokes.
The beardless Hoxha of Home Affairs looked like a wax statue in a dusty shop. Snow kept calm, that murderous weapon that only she has when the whole world falls into chaos.
Anila Denaj's concern came in the form of herding. Grandfather used to squint his eyes so that where he looked, the pit opened. Woe to anyone who fell into it.
Burning is not what it used to be. When everyone was waiting for him to jump at Gaz Bardhi's throat with a whip, to shoot him with regulation, or just to get angry at him, he had thoughtfully fallen into a dream with his gaze fixed on the side of Mamica's hair!
Salianji Virani, to whom when they say health, say loot and no more say loot, as Babua told him while stirring the horn, he found what he begged from his suddenly disturbed mind! He didn't say enough that Xhemal Qefalia had to turn off the lamp! Out of the bracket came only Nasip's two dakkas and some milk that Luljeta Bozdos happened to have to wet her dry and cracked lips from terror. Although Albana has physically approached us in a row, we are sad! She sees us from the top of moral superiority! They were both dressed in black with Jorushi e Tabakke as a closeness in taste and attitudes! To Bledion Nallbat, the ground collapses under your feet, the sky darkens over your head when Mica herself gives him a severe warning to keep calm. From that moment he was sealed, silence closed his mouth like a damsel." Yes Bujar my friend / From Lushnje the only brave /
There is only fear of evil/
"Kronika is an ointment for him", wrote Eduart Ndreca on a pimple!
Olta Xhaçka was talking to Ogi about her sisterhood and her friend, about the battles, about the foundations of the new Albania, the partisan comrades, about Commissar Majko, the Borizan Braçe, about the crocerosine Mimi di Puccini, when suddenly a rhetorical shock hit her in the forehead! I approached her and said "keep it up Shaniko" but she said "you only show up when Ogi is around", reducing my solidarity and making me blush up to the ears so much that Jorushi who gives his life for others advised me to drink some water!
Tao in the cafe as a man who has seen the world with his eyes and has a lot to confess and say, between the certainty of experience, recognition and reasoning, he was charming Ogi and Etilde with a story full of light! They listened with their mouths open as if life had been honored and since curiosity has no end!
In the afternoon Mamica invited me and Oerdin to wait together for the President of Israel! Wow! When we were going out to shake hands, a middle-aged chapulina from Mamice's cabinet asked me where I saw you? Almost stammering, I told him I'm the Under-President, I'm so-and-so, the one of the curmudgeons!
She let out a sigh and said big words to me, you're the Under-President, come and hide from me! Then I shook him and told him that I am a Mossad agent, only then did he leave me a place behind me that I accepted with determination!
Later I returned to the Assembly! Helidon Bushati was stuck in a philosophical debate with Ulsina on dilemmas and trilemmas, this fact was accompanied by chuckles and laughter!
The clocks fell one by one like bricks from an old wall as midnight struck avash avash! Kosta i Gramozit Lindites, now with a slight but stable increase in 33% of Mamice, was escorting me along with the reproaches that I broke the heart of Baba, who came to miss me, Etilda appeared in the corridor as the last image in the night ! We both took it with us on the eyelashes, although the Prime Minister Muli has taught us that we should not show any weakness towards the naiads and dryads of the Renaissance!
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