FLASH
Shkruar nga Agron Gjekmarkaj
I'm reminded of the beloved Earthquake, but he still isn't showing any real talent and I don't know if he deserves all this respect, let alone a wink at Auntie over there at the counter!
Kronika is rehearsing for new characters!
The chronicle has fallen into despair! For this very reason, it asks for compassion and understanding for all the joys it has given you!
I accidentally found Arben Pëllumbi on a corner of Tirana, thoughtfully sipping a coffee, a series of thoughts attacked me!
It would have been heartwarming to see him in the Assembly hall, how his beard would get wet from crying silently, proud of the government's successes, or when we broke Babo's heart with pain, forcing him to fall into admiration!
Tears of suffering, noble, felt, experienced!
Who should I replace him with now, no one cries like him! With Zeqine?
Even though she is taking timid steps towards Kronika, with the exclamations, the boisterous laughter and the words "kukurec", the surprise, the happy and long looks at the opposition, the desire to gain the status of a character, I still have many dilemmas!
Gone is Laert Duro, that professional jester who, in four years, collected tears and sweat like no other, in demijohns, bottles, and gourds! With a glance, he could tell if they were sincere, if they were joy, fear, sadness, or ambition!
In three jars, as a sign of forgiveness for suffering, she kept sweat from the armpits of Ismet Beqiri, Bujar of Lushnja, Bafto and Dilo, on the day they were forced to write CVs for Bora's platform and that hard-hearted woman, like her, would not accept them!
Even in a special lottery, with a ribbon on each glove, those of Pandi Majko and Mimi di Puccini, when they parted longingly with their sister and friend, they cared for them like jewels!
I left all this wealth to Damos with an inventory, but he is being inattentive, if not sabotage, to the great intellectual contribution of statesmen that Tao, Toni and Niko are making to the progress of parliamentarism, which they want us to gather once every six months, in good weather, because the helbets are tired!
He was expected to archive their speeches as a service to future generations; not only did he not do it, but he let the glass fall on the vase that holds Teza's tears when she became a minister for the 15th time! Auntie to the middle!
Damo the infidel should be fired, but who should you replace him with?
I'm reminded of the beloved Earthquake, but he still isn't showing any real talent and I don't know if he deserves all this respect, I'd say, at least get a wink at Auntie over there at the counter!!
No one tells where he is or where he comes from, for someone who lives next to Ogi. I asked him too, he said it's a secret! He has an admirable gloom like Oliver Hardy when he takes the pancakes off the plate!
Who should replace Blendi Klosi, who behaves like a former character, like a resigned, unconsidered, stamped out, let's say like a loser, until one day a young MP asked him: "Are you Mr. Musa Ulqin?" - No, I'm Petro Koçi, he returned all his anger!
With Pirrush Dengu, who was about to be taken as a soldier in Eladha, he stood up on Thursday like a lion, climbed onto a chair so that his head could be seen, and gave us a fiery patriotic speech about Kosovo, like someone lacking the firecrackers to put out the embers that were burning from that pleura, ready to let out the thin water!
Ah, Dash Sula, Dash Sula, how you left us orphans! Who teaches us how to dress and wear shoes, who gives us the pattern for the buttons on the jacket and the belt combined with the socks? You were a tar, you only thought about yourself!
Sajme Korreshi in a wool sweater with diamonds came to our meeting!!!
What about Ethilda, who the ignorant Babo left outside Parliament, with that delicate sadness like autumn in turmoil, with Sara, who can't get enough of this shit, is as capable as she is happy!?
There are some chickpeas sitting in her place!! I feel like working for the Pharaohs.
As I was eating my dinner, a scream tore through the air: "you imbecile, you idiot, you clown"!! Brofa! I turned my head, what could I see: Gaz Bardhi was shooting at poor Niko, even though Tao had cooked the soup, but the scoundrel had thrown the stone hidden in his hand!
The host, shocked and somewhat confused, replied: "It's hard to get you to close, I'm yours, come out, come out, if you're so stupid, come out - if only this wicked man wouldn't be shaken!"
Now, to restore honor to the country for those three words, ten days of punishment for each – fixed 30 – good, now Ulsia is going to punish him tomorrow, who is known for his independence of thought! They give him orders, he doesn't even ask, he throws them in the trash!!!
Klodi Pushka left us, Ulsi Bushka came!
Not even Jorushi i Tabakeve was there, whose heart is the size of a plateau, who like Mother Teresa would say about Niko up there in the wolf's mouth: "The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being without love."
Not even the Deputy Leader who makes the noise with two sobs! Enno Bozdo was scratching his head from existential boredom!
Bledion Nallbati was shining with sparks and glitter in his eyes! He addressed me with excessive faith in "Kronika"... but also with anger and resentment...
"You took Mommy back, your eyes are tearing up, you're crying, you're praying, you're telling me that you're the one who's talking, that you were more of a man than Tao and Niko together, that I'm going to do something wrong, I'm going to do it..."
"Mommy is not a man, on the contrary, she is going to Galilee after Trump to scold that Hamas scoundrel - I started to mumble, but he shouted at me: "Leave the scoundrels alone, I'm telling you! I'd slap him, but be careful because bad days have come for the eyes and hands that we have to put to work with these jeziters"!
There was no trouble, a few drops of rain fell on the glass and suddenly I felt a longing!
T'u rroje Zhele Topalli me lepires Paloken e trashe e Noken e dhunshem.. Edhe ti je per te qare hallin qe merresh me bejte.. Lere zanati e mbyllu ne ndonje shkolle tetevjeçare. Njeri nuk do kete nostalgji per ty..