FLASH
Shkruar nga Agron Gjekmarkaj
Niko Nikoqiri appeared from wax with the nature of a spoon that sometimes hardened and sometimes melted! The final attempt on the sleep that envied Macbeth's was made by the refrain that came from God knows where "make Jorushi great again"!
For months now, moss has fallen on the walls of the "chronicle" and rust has settled on its pen! A dream came to me last night that prompted me to start plowing the fields inside!
Great wonder! Everywhere I saw slogans written in the language of "the body in the palace, the head in Paskuqan, go away, Pandi, you giant!"
As if from the ceiling a cry came down "tear Mimi, tear you, young for Albania, cut Mimi, cut them, stretch them for the homeland"!
From the window a muffled cry brought the message "Ermo my livelihood is in Lapraka!"
From the floor that was cracking, screams rang out, “Toni, Pastor, don't move your legs anymore!” On my computer screen, the text “Gjylamet he medet qu'qe for us ki kaamet ah ku ku gazep gazep” appeared!
Sweats were pouring out, thirst and groaning!
Tao, after he had stopped playing the dafi, with a cigarette in his ear, a Librazhdi hat on his head and folk utensils packed like a bag, looked at General Kollçak and waited for him to say "get up Kollçak, throw the ropes" - he would reply "come out, Babo, and roll a cigarette, because I'm not a chanaka with buttermilk, I'm a General with a coat" ay!
As a breath of fresh air came a breeze, "Ah, Etilde, poor Etilde, without you the Assembly has no crown."
Oh Mother, oh Mother, there was no man on earth who could make the sleep of the turbies!
After the long walks, I went back to bed and dozed off! What a bad night! The jokes of ignorance are endless!
At the end of the corridor where our offices are, an escort of sisters and friends appeared. Bela with a shawl, Mamica in an Arbëresh dress, Ogi in a red dress, hand in hand, and Bora with a tray on which was a parchment with some prayers!
As more confidential, Bora said we wrote a main request and some more side ones!
First: from now on, let's call Babon Baba Mbret and don't tire him out, don't let him grow old, because he has plenty of talent to take his homeland to Europe.
Second: make a public request to the Ogi ministry that Petro Koç's speeches be included in school textbooks as oratorical and venerable highlights.
Third: Blendi Klosi should be declared a veteran of socialist victories.
Fourth: Damos should be assigned the task that Laertes Duro had of collecting the tears of Teza and others from time to time, on the condition that he also cries himself whenever Babua speaks.
Fifth: Ditmir Bushati should be deprived of the opportunity for self-criticism for at least 7-8 years.
Sixth: A bust of Ismet Beqiri should be made inside the Assembly.
Seventh: Ed Shalsi to be appointed majority shareholder.
Eighth: Aunt and Termeja should sing, taking turns occasionally during the sessions to break up the monotony.
Ninth: Dilo Nasufi should shave his beard as a sign of mourning for the passing of Arben Pellumbi.
And lastly, the tenth: during the summer, keep us informed about the new government, who is leaving and who is coming, and what will happen to the beauty and goodness of Tabir Sarai, Kosten e Gramozit, Lindita and 35% of Mamice?
I was so confused that I said "may it not be ruined" and Bora was ascending into the sky like a saint under the admiration of Bela and Mamice!
Niko Nikoqiri appeared from wax with the nature of a spoon that sometimes hardened and sometimes melted! The last attempt on my sleep that envied Macbeth's was made by the refrain that God knows where it came from "make Jorushi great again"!
I woke up, I went for a walk and what did I see – Ilir Babaramon who neither gave nor took!
"What's wrong, brother?" I ask.
Forget it, forget it, what should I do now, because I've been critical of the Great One!
I suggested to him: in the first four or five TV appearances, don't say a word, lie down, just cry, cry, cry because crying is considered good, then watch and do it with a series of wailing cries... he didn't speak, he left, more confused than he seemed!
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