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Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj
They didn't believe Aesop, nor Fredi Beleri, nor Sali Berisha, that Edi Rama's pergola, you just have to look at it, lick a little, squeeze your tail between the saddle and leave with the conviction that the grapes are unripe...
Olta Xhaçka and Frida Krifca ran away like 'dogs in grapes', for a small deviation, they did not eat 'dog grapes'.
But whose grapes did these two venerable ladies eat, since God had produced grapes for all; pergola grapes, dog grapes, gooseberries, rabbit grapes, gooseberries and wild grapes?!
They didn't believe Aesop, nor Fredi Beleri, nor Sali Berisha, that you only have to look at Edi Rama's pergola, lick a little, squeeze your tail between the saddle and leave with the conviction that the grapes are unripe.
Even Aesop's fox commanded caution, restrained the courage to jump, because he appreciated the loss of balance and damage. The fox even thought to leave us the word augury as a medallion of wisdom.
The story with the vineyard of power is beautiful.
Whoever didn't read and didn't believe Aesop was wrong.
In fact, the lonely Olta did not grow up barren, without reading books like Belinda; nor did he jump like Lali Eri from the fig branch to the vine gem; nor did he allow his friend Yuri Kim to pick any grapes, nor did he grow bigger than a fox, but he dared.
Her brilliant adventure is that she bent her elegant back under an arrogant Donkey.
Yes, he did well. Thus, with the hands of her husband, a strategic investor, she plucked some grapes from public investments.
So Frida did not commit a sin that cannot be forgiven by Saint Duman of Yuri Kim.
Frida, in the last one, "grabbed" someone who lives outside her village, Europe.
This has also read, that the vine of Aesop, fortunately for our history, does not grow in the vineyard of Europe, so he plucked white grapes and red grapes, ragazi and black grapes from there.
Yes, Europe was born later than the vine and opened its eyes only when Luigi Soreca's canard started weighing grapes.
Aesop's vine was picked by Fredi Beleri, just as the fox in the fable was raised and fed by Edi Rama, that's why even today's courage is not seen as great sins.
Me rregullat e reja në kurriz të dogmës, Belinda artiste, estravagante, as u largua me buzët e lëngëzuara e epshin e pa shuar për rrush, as e thartoi gojën me aguridhe.
Guxoi heroina ta perkulë një degë pushteti, të vjelë veshë rrushi me të dyja duart dhe t’i thotë publikisht Altin Dumanit, “t’i këpus duart si vilëza rrushi, po ma preke me gisht hardhinë”.
Asnjë rregull nuk thyhet pa guxim.
Megjithatë, ne sot shkruajme më lehtë se ata që vazhdojnë të vjedhin përmes sakrificave, pasi Edi Rama është lehtësuar nga pesha dhe rënduar nga truri.
Peshën Bablokut ja kanë zvogëluar Tony Blair, Charles McGonigal, Yuri Kim që ja njeh mirë çdo kokërr rrushi dhe ca rusë, turq e kinez, që janë zgërlaqë duke ngrënë rrush nga pjergulla e tij.
But the fable for today is that the villagers are hungry, angry, since the seedlings are running out in this corner of the Balkans, and they are convinced that yes, yes, Belinda also ate Edi Rama's grapes./ Pamphlet
Lini një Përgjigje