FLASH
Shkruar nga Agron Gjekmarkaj
Everywhere you go, you hear pots, noises, clattering, pans, baskets spinning on the stairs, cats meowing and dogs barking...
Salianji has been like Ago Ymer for days, neither eating nor drinking, but only venting. Health tells him - he returns the loot to you. Are you tired of being asked - what do you really need!? Good job - black and white answers?! Everywhere you go, you can hear pots, noises, clattering, pans, baskets spinning on the stairs, cats meowing and dogs barking. On television, he makes fun of Baba Lul, as he has been called for a long time, and his three main supporters Urri, Durri and Furri. Your mouth is dry. Only when they ask him about the result of July 29, as if he takes human form and says that both the result and the participation will be a big puzzle.
Ulsiu is working on the preface to the "Book of Songs" and asked Salianj for help with a metaphor for a debt obviously killed by stress.
The spirit that we know "drowned there" had starved or demanded from the Chief Deputy Leader Muli that he excels in the art of speech and especially for chosen rhetoric.
Poor Ulsi has been collecting several manuals of literary theory, writing techniques and anthologies of selected submissions on his desk for days. Write, tear and tear the pages. Marazets have no friends, hell or work, hell or work. One day he feels like giving up when he sees that the three editors Petro, Ismet Beqiri and Bujar Çela cannot agree. Petrua prefers the white, slightly hermetic string. Ismeti sings the popular lyric in the shade of Mallakastre, while Bujari sings and dances it with a rhythm like "Tomka with his friends" when the German took the field accompanied by gurmazi.
Cold sweats and chills run down his forehead. He knows that Babo will be the first reader and he will be the devil of the dokendi for text work. This is a double-edged sword, both life opportunities and life at the crossroads. The poet's fame is better than my name and what I needed, he suddenly said to himself. The modest but persistent Laerti had chained the domijan of tears to his left hand as if it were a suitcase with nuclear codes.
Subotka, the Speaker of the Austrian Parliament came in the morning. I am waiting for you with Mrs. Etilde. We baked in the sun like buns in the oven. God save us, I sighed, I was burnt and no one is upset, but for Etilde, oil and fire erupts among the majority. Toni strokes his chin, Majko hits his chest with his fists like oils in Kukes, Mimi di Puccini shakes and shakes like an oak tree, Tao is sad because he is brave, Etjen pretends to be innocent. He is a great eater. Klos stiffens in silence like whistlers before the rope.
On the coast of Gramozi and Lindita, this spokesman for Sihariqish and Myzhdesh made me think that I should take the road of Rinas. It worked for me. Go said that good things await us. The president has made trigonas that Subotka likes her. My mouth is watering. When it came time to eat lunch, he said there was no room. We have an appetite as a party to eat berakavers, we eat ourselves to dry the pie, we leave the secret protocol to the opposition. Haram. They don't say fear the Greek for nothing, even when they give you gifts. I will complain to the lebers to return him to the path of God.
Subotka mbajti një birinxhi fjalë. Edona Muzhaqi me bluzën e Holandës veshur mejtohet dhe gëzohet kur shesh sesi Republikës së Babos i shtohen dashamiret. Çuçin e bezdis shumë vapa nuk u duk. S’ka faj: shqipot në zheg bëhen nervoz dhe çojnë dorën në patllake bam aty e bam këtu ja heqin njëri-tjetrit. Ç ‘kusure kam unë kuturis me Ikonomin e cila e këshillon që të mos humbasë kurrë besimin tek rastësia, shiu, fresku dhe puhiza të cilat qetësojnë mendje e xhanë. Olta rastësisht këqyr Gaz Bardhin dhe shikimi i përzhitet. i duket si dreq. Firauni do me marrë të keqen u dëgjua nën zë fraza. Jorida Tabaku krejt gri do me ç’do kusht të dalë nga kronika. Nuk dua më thotë më mirë një fund i tmerrshëm se një vëmendje pafund. i lutet Dhurata Çupi mos e bëj ketë, një sakrifice tjetër për ne siç gjithmonë i bën. Mos aman mos do e marrë Bana pjesën tënde dhe duket sikur ja bëjmë me sy rithemelimit. Aty sikur u trondit dhe premtoi që do ta ri mendonte vendimin tragjik.
Në sallë nuk ishte as Tigrushi gjithnjë e më i humanizuar edhe pse shokët kur vjen bëjnë sikur nuk e shohin. Eh si behet njeriu i padukshëm. Kështu është kur ja thinji mjekrën Babos more shkanduj. Niko Nikoqiri e di mirë këtë dhe ja thoshte gjithmonë Ditmarit kur barisnin kodrat gjithçka bëj po Babos mos ja bëj shpirtin gropë. Margeriti i tha Evis Kushit “detyra e njerëzve të kulturës është që të mbledhin dyshime ( pos Babos) dhe të jo të korrin qartësi”!
Shpirti letrar i Klevis Xhoxhit triumfoi mbi rrethanat kur ai u lexoi kolegeve vargjet e dites.
“Humbi Qeveria në të thella
Ne Kuvend nuk është Bela
Pa Belushen sot e mot
Kjo salle duket si pa zot”
Pasthirrma me doli vetë.
“O Klevis o djalë i mbare
Qenke kriptokengetar”.
Subotka speaks, Çyrbja takes notes to delve into democratic standards. Eni Zakesh's surprise accompanies her like a black cloud from which rain is expected. Frida did not even follow the Rector of the Academy of Shepherds with such pathos. On his way out of the hall, Subotka stopped at Tao's to reminisce about the old days when they used to hang out with some cigars and cognac from the one who doesn't drink in the summer. Weather there from Vienna, where the woes of Europe, troubled by iniquities, were crying and ripening. Modesty shone on Tao like cream on her face.
Lini një Përgjigje