FLASH
Shkruar nga Agron Gjekmarkaj
Bela and Elisa are immersed in solemn silence. Occasionally they talk to Babo's empty chair. It speaks to both of you. He says this is how you make my heart a mountain, when you are together like two sisters and friends. After that they smiled and sweetly exchanged some small talk...
The days in Gjirokastër had pampered Margeriti like the afternoons of Malin e Gërë. The sounds of the offices and the choirs still sang in his ears. The festival director had given the residents of the stone city the opportunity to win ndoca.
She would get up slowly in the morning and with the rhythm of the melodies she would open the gates and go down the streets like an avalanche of smiles, convinced that when the people sing, the government has no power. Somewhere she was sipping a cup of coffee, while elsewhere she was embroidering with dishes. Xhani wanted a song for Baba.
For a moment he was sad. It hadn't occurred to him to trust that to Auntie and Termet. The two of them, dressed in a frock and jamada, with a page in hand, a voice full of chastity of emotions, could have teased him by lighting up the stage. He came to the hall with that nostalgia. Niko Nikoqiri realized that he was facing an unusual situation which he was approaching in a usual way, falling victim to a contrast. Visibly embarrassed, he returned to talking with Auntie until her pulse returned to normal from her newfound humanity. Xhafaj with a western bag on his back suddenly entered and your gaze broke when he saw Ulsi up there on the table. The damned bastard took my chair as if he sighed.
Bela and Elisa are immersed in solemn silence. Occasionally they talk to Babo's empty chair. It speaks to both of you. He says this is how you make my heart a mountain, when you are together like two sisters and friends. They then smiled and sweetly exchanged some words.
Salianji, after a fierce debate on the origin of Topo Xixho with the Qerreti toads, when he claimed that he had the right and not them, sat under a pine tree to sing Saint Augustine and in the Assembly he brought his saying "The times are three; the present in the past, the present in the present, the present in the future". Then another "Hate is poison that is drunk in the hope that someone else will die. This is said about the little historical leader. Come on chariot, come with a load of mind as much as you are afraid.
Tao was glad that the Doctor called him a vagabond. He behaved today as the hero of the majority. Se said to him go sit down. Since he wrote the manifesto on youth, Çyrbja sits heavily, speaks little and behaves like a high-ranking intellectual. Let's see next, don't ask us to treat him like a master of writing. He left the bow and grabbed the feather. Etilda, like a noiseless butterfly, still grazes on the pollen of pleasure that Subotka's quote gave her in his speech that she separately shared.
Jorida is silent when spoken to. When they approach him, he leaves. When she is alone she feels lonely until circumstances caress the hidden narcissist where her non-aggressive self is defined.
Tony had three children. A white for white days waiting for them. A gray for nameless days. A black who hopes he never smokes it.
Damua is no longer seen anywhere. Where is Pharaoh?
Arben Pellumbi waits. That faith has the strongest weapon. Grandfather makes the decisions. Bana today was the very vikama against injustice. Without tiring, without wavering, he spoke like a prophet before the King. Eni Zake whirled around the hall with an unknown energy. Majko had lost his sensitivity to actuality, the absence of Mimi di Puccini made him nostalgic.
Ferdinand Xhaferri goes back and forth satisfied with what he thinks and does not say. Today, the coast of Gramoz and Lindita resembles Karon, where it takes five times as much to board his boat.
Gaz Bardhi behaves like a foal in a threshing floor, distributing here and there the goodness that he does not lack. From which Xhela was protected like from the rain. Ulsiu slowly, with trembling knees, approached Bela, when she told him to sit down, his soul laughed and his face took the shape of a zabel in the spring. Dash Sula and Saimir Korreshi, as two burning souls of central Albania and the Opposition, were thirsty for peace, work and grain.
Anila Denaj listens without curiosity but seriously. Clotilda is happy about it all. This Deputy Leader Muli has not come. We all get depressed and wonder where we broke that big heart?! With this worry, the day continues in boredom. Now we are waiting for Clinton to give us a little sugar.
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