FLASH
Shkruar nga Pamfleti
Salianji, like a boy we know without any tricks, looked at Agalliu happily. How you relieved me, he said, I was worried, thanks that you joined Basha because you escaped the uncle's fury. Deputy Leader Muli came and went quickly, he didn't find a partnership, so it seemed too much to waste time...
Meloni's tickle and hug seemed to soften Babos' sadness and sadness caused by the pain for Berlusconi. The road and the meetings took care of themselves. He lamented that he needed a shower to wash off the smell. Just like that, he rushed into the cabin. As soon as he was about to turn on the faucet, he stopped.
He remembered not to wet his head for a few weeks. She had kissed him on one cheek, she had rubbed him on the other. The scent of jasmine was still lingering in those frizzy hairs. He nodded off convinced he needed a deep nap. But thank God he was black. Sleep swirled around like a rag that doesn't fall on the skin.
An angry dog barks like hell. The barking is loud. He followed the virani with stones to Linza like this through the night until the zapts of Chuchi arrived, weighed down by health, ready to add to the balloon. His calmness. The majority is boiling, many want to become ministers and none will leave. They pretend to have won. Babo is not happy to know your appetite. However, he has something in mind.
The parliamentary day began with reflection on Meloni's kiss and Baba's charm as a bandit. Majko was looking for Namuz. Shyqyr was quickly closed as a debate that could end in rhetorical bloodshed.
Bora Bilali was happy and was telling Gerta the pleasure with which she received the appointment of Ditmar as an adviser and assistant for chancellery affairs. Gerta said treat him well, give confidence that even Babo approached him with six chairs on the Party's birthday. Yes, I am worried about it myself, yes, God willing, Shalsi is not upset because I had promised him as an outsider. He is not upset because he is busy with the Parliament orchestra at the moment.
Tony has had a week full of reflection and spiritual retreat. Like Moses on Mount Sinai, he went to the highest hill of Peza and everywhere appeared stone tablets that were carved by the rays of the sun "you minister, Tony minister" was written just like in the "Old Testament". With those visions, he sat down with Tao and moaned with emotion "God spoke". He speaks, he speaks, but he did not speak, Babo skemi nothing, because in these parts God has a name. He in the sky has spoken to me 5-6 times too....!
Frida had done an impressive job with the hairstyle, and as we contemplated this innovation, a potter was heard.
Xhemali had been informed that Fadili had shown a grudge against the author of the "chronicle" who had staged a scene with some pache and pilaf. His mighty voice roared! How can boredom appear for peace when it has an institutional status in central Albania, he asked and shouted angrily?
In the dark years of the Ottoman occupation, she softened many stomachs and hearts, turned suffering into hope.
The relationship with him is like that of the English with tea. Boiling the brains is a procedure, garlic is a detail and it's delicious in moderation. You drive it. Its aroma requires sniffing. First spoon kiss. It falls gently on the stomach, you caress the intestines, then the pilaf fills the empty spaces and the gastronomic integration happens naturally. This plea greatly moved Nasip, Arben Pëllumbi, and they decided to eat lunch as a sign of solidarity.
Ndërkohë Bujari i Lushnjes nostalgjiku i së shkuarës me Ismet Beqirin po mbanin me optimizëm disa kolegë të cilët kishin rënë moralisht në bursën e hyrje-daljeve nga qeveria. Ata dje ishin takuar në Ardenicë, një pjate këmbë bretkocash dhe ca gllënka e kishin nxehur atmosferën. Ismeti i kishte thënë he t’ja marrim asaj që të pëlqen shumë “sa mosha e kësaj toke”. Ti merrja unë ja kthej?! Jo mo jo tha ai. Nuk do mbesim pas Dukagjinit, kam bërë një për Elisën. Aaaa ma gjete zemrën, pa he? Bujari kroi dhe qeroi pak zënë e filloi “ Elisa bijë e Partisë! Në veri të Shqiperise! Te Rozafa si Helena! Me vështrimin mbi bedena! Fort po bie njajo lodër! Po bëhen zgjedhjet në Shkodër! Oh sa Babon lumturove! Po dhe Shkodrën e lartove! Ia merr këngës pleqerishte! Shkodër locja socialiste.
Ismeti tek bente eeeee me iso u emocionua shumë. Tezja bëri sikur nuk e dëgjoi epin e ri socialist dhe shkoi vrap në bar për të kapur byrekun e fundit. Çyrbja i alltisë habiti të madh e të vogël me një shamizë te cepi i xhaketes me ngjyra të interpretueshme mes lejlasë e rozës.
Jorida ishte bërë e heshtur si nata ndonëse ishte veshur si dita në këtë pikëprerje prezantohej si muzg melankolik prej nga ku ëndërrohej e ardhmja e PD-së. Një lule e nisur nga Tao për Klotildën kishte përfunduar në zyrën e saj. Kjo simbolikë po rivalizon puthjen që mori Babua nga qerratesha italiane.
Salianji, the boy we know without any tricks, looked at Agalliu happily. How you relieved me, he said, I was worried, thanks that you joined Basha because you escaped the uncle's fury. The Deputy Leader Muli came and went quickly, he did not find a partnership, so it seemed too much to waste time. Bana informed him as needed and when needed. Xhele Mziu did not leave an impression, neither happy nor sad, waiting for the event, but he made a statement: "Enveri took the party with 200 petritas, while our Luli is taking it with eight people". Margeriti used to say to herself "a knowledgeable person is one who does not convert culture into a profession". The tiger heard his hukamen and said, we think alike. The non-appearance of Ulsi, Niko the host and Bledi Çuçi was read as a sign for them and for three others down in the hall.
Lini një Përgjigje