FLASH
Shkruar nga Agron Gjekmarkaj
The ministers were faded and why did Ulsiu give them therapy. He gave two or three badihava smiles. Gerta took Bora and Edona to the cafe, gave them pie and water while gently smoothing their hair. Don't do it because one day Baba will come and take the Pharisees out of the Temple...
Confusion fell like a thick fog everywhere in the hall today. Familiar things seemed unfamiliar. New as old. People saw each other like sparks. Dash Sula, like the Oracle of Delphi, turned to the sky, there was God up there, once he shook his head, and, impatient for God to speak, he spoke to him. Saimir Korreshi, in the name of the fakir fukara, cursed the wicked with a knife and a mace as he grabbed the microphone.
Isuf Çela moaned "the country is filled with Mic Sokola"! Ina Zhupa had sewn pieces from Tan Fuga's assessment into jackets and was still unperturbed. With his eyes, he was looking for Margariti to see who he was dealing with, but that innocence did not come to us today. Fred Xhaferri, with the principle of staying away from the fire, did not show up and was happy about his decision, hiding behind a beer. Xhele Mziu, with the patience of one who awaits judgment day, did not bat an eyelash.
Dhurata Çupi experienced the dilemma of having to remove the other surname Tyli from the gutter?!
Tom Alizotoi flashed in the name of higher virtues. The little historical Leader's company had given him a break because he needed a stay.
Fear like a demon stirred souls and soured faces. With the principle of light feet and a white face, Tigrushi left us the health and fight of fish. Great heat for hapsana. Erion Braçe said don't tear us apart...! He argued. No one was upset, everyone believed that I probably had the thing and thankfully it was a big problem.
Xhafa reprimanded Eri quietly for double standards in attitudes. After that, Eri was calm as a willow tree and did not drink.
The only ones who were scolded as those who set fire to the mortuary were Auntie and Nikoqiri Niko. Hahahah and hihihihi the corners of the heads were resting on each other's shoulders almost in the zali. Then suddenly they stiffened and a gray color of grief enveloped them both like a bracket. The aunt sometimes sat on his right, sometimes on his left, so much so that Nikos had to take mints and beg for water.
The few female ministers had fallen prey to sadness. One by one except Mamiča van. For the first time, Delina's laugh was motivated. Certainty does not exist, the present becomes obsolete, the future is not defined. Ed Shalsi was looking for an auditor. As you had spent two days with Kasparov, he wanted to confess, but no one was willing to listen. Tao, now the grand vizier for internal affairs, had taken on a grandfatherly appearance. A few beads of sweat glistened on his gills. He spoke slowly and sweetly, acting like a KFOR peacekeeper in the crowded debate hall.
It touched us immeasurably when he drew a parallel with the events in Kosovo. Jorida was amazed, we will miss her, she said we had her and shook her head three times, Toni was tired even from the waistcoat with tight hyacinths, Etilda's two tears fell on the computer leaving scars, Majko became even grayer, Mimia who has seen the world with watery eyes were enough with a smile. Etjen Kafir didn't bat an eyelash even though the shock of administering the experience hit him like a storm. Gaz Bardhi had its day of volcanic eruption whose lava fell on Ermon. Then the power struggle between them reached epic proportions. Ugh, what did our ears hear, "palaço" thundered Ermua fried in flames, "pogaçe" leksh and "gjobaxhie" my "gaxhie" recited the pharaoh. Jorida's eyes widened with pride for Gazi, which stretched from corner to corner.
Ministrushet ishin të venitura dhe pse Ulsiu u bënte terapi. Ai shpërndau dy-tre buzëqeshje badihava. Gerta mori Borën dhe Edonën i çoi te kafja, u dha byrek e ujë teksa u lëmonte lehtë flokët. Mos bëni kështu se një ditë do vijë Babo dhe do nxjerrë farisenjtë nga Tempulli, i gajretosi ajo. Bora mes dënesjes pyeste po nuk i nxjerrim dot ne po të mobilizohemi?! Më mirë ha njëherë i tha Gerta. Uaaaa sa shumë gjëra di ti Gerta i tha Edona. Ëhë, ëhë di ia ktheu po pi pak ujë. Atje mes suferinës e sulmit të Gazit, Kryezëvendës Liderit, Albanës dhe Mondit tashmë pothuaj të bashkuar si një trup i vetëm kishin mbetur në mes të furisë Lindita në krye të binasë dhe Elisa pranë karriges së Babos e cila ngjante me Sulon te filmi “Prita” e gatshme të binte shahit. Klotilda thirri dy-tri herë uaaa pse ziheni, mos boni kështu s’ka lezet.
Dite e gjatë, jallane e noprane. Foli edhe Doktori me mëshirën dhe naivitetin që e karakterizon dhe rrugës për në karrige qeshte me vete. Arben Pëllumbi i ftonte të gjithë të shfaqnin më shumë sabër e njerëzillek në këtë dite gazepi. Në korridor të moderuarit dhe Kosta i Gramozit e Linditës silleshin si xhindër. Kostaqi çirrte faqet, “mbaroi marifeti dhe epoka e hajrit, evletërit që mos pafshin ditë të bardhë po ia bëjnë Babos qejfin qeder me proçka e zarare, rrasin duart në zahire, teksa ai rri me Macron e Biden për t’u vuvosur në skërmitjen e gojës së mbyllur”!
Genc Gjonçaj si prurësi i fatkeqësive shpërndante lajme kobzeza poshtë e përpjetë.
Salianji could not be missing, who came as he knows to put ointment on the wound. Very happy, he said, I see them here, do you know what they say? Without eating? Joy in excess is like vinegar, it cracks its container. My mind went to Damixhani with Aunt's tears that Laerti keeps like eyes. Were those tears of joy?!
Nasip Naço was clearly envious of Xhemal Qefalina, who has spent days in the National Library making Confucius the shepherd. Time for philosophy not chatter.
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