
Chronicle of the last night! Ah, that black night was long! That's how the boredom and hopes are. Several events marked the rhythm of my life that evening stubborn as the cursed hell. Jorida's flight across the seas was the first, a mixture of pain and surprise, a taste left only by the loss of the wallet on the bus. We knew that the girl would go up.
Ismet Beqir's proud complaint was so sudden and shocking in its toasting intensity. Chronicle plays tricks, he said, it's not fair to me. In it comes the truncated devotion and love from the lands of Malkastrito land for Baba, sometimes as a song, sometimes as a song, sometimes as a snack, sometimes as a brandy, it appears taking the roads of the heart and making our eyes look like jelly! He groaned, leaving behind his anger and rushed towards the unknown. Not even the will of the Grand Vizier Tao to negotiate, to come to an agreement, could stop. Then fate somehow felt me. At the table where Bujar Leskajn and I were drinking for his own pleasure, he and I were drinking from a whiskey brewed by a good hand, the Prime Minister Muli himself sat down. At first there was silence. Unfortunately, such an honor does not happen often.
Personally, I also had emotions that for several months I was missing that paternal attention. It was removed and weakened during the battles with the regime. Although a little distant and shy, he remained in love with us. I asked him about the sweet looks he gave Gaz Bardhi during the parliamentary debate. He was silent for a while, filled with breath as if he absorbed the whole past and from it he drew wisdom. Hey sir, all those who fight against tyranny get my unconditional support. Albanian time spoke with the power of its own voice. His heart is as wide as his thoughts. Since yesterday morning, Edona Bilali had surprised me with an invitation for coffee. We drink in the dark!
I asked him about Boren, how is he doing in this heat? Well said unbreakable like the faith he has in Babo. Me as Pinjoll Shkreli born in Lezhe, she as Shkodran transferred to Tirana, we united in love for the dead luminaries of the old city. The clocks ticked by with the rhythm of trinkets. Mondi wanted to make hatana. With a revolver in his hand, he headed towards Brača. We lay down on the boat. The bullets pierced the ceiling and Erjon Virani threw it away. Life smiled at him again.
Leskaj asked Xymert Ulsi that after the spring vacations, under the inspiration of the waves of the Ionian Sea and the freshness of the pines of the Alps (because Ulsi takes combined vacations at the sea and in the mountains) in September, he should put on the table the proposal for the amnesty of the fakirs convicted of inhaling milligrammes of the blessed herb.
Approaching, approaching Ulsi shook his head thoughtfully. Don't let it be understood. Fatmiri, Majko and Braçe did not vote for cannabis, but they will twist one when Babo makes you secret. Now the irons will be welded by Toni and Florenc Spaho.
Damo, although he had dyed his hair beautifully, the hairdresser had forgotten to trim the part of his head where it doesn't look like a well-thought-out attempt on his ugly appearance.
The academics are men of four hundred, mezja and fat thundered the voice of Petros, like the wastes of the earth. They will even go to Babo one night! He would feed them kumel and ripe chestnuts as they gave him visions of tomorrow's mother. They speak and Babo writes. The fire lit and sparked the thoughts.
Both the women and the women were also attracted by the aunt's pishkama, who gave the lengonja Chuchi a hug alla Girokastri. The boy was tight. An allah allah was heard as a sigh.
The MPs of the opposition, who have been relentless in their battles, cannot decipher the smiles of Minister Deline. Her actions remain unaddressed. Shiharete beni from Elisa for any explanation. She never meit. It was not known whether he understood or did not want to speak. Etilda in the late hours dressed herself with a monastic calm ready to preserve the mystery until ag. Margeriti took them all with her, leaving some darkness between Nikoqiri and Niko.! The economy remained stoic even when it slept, you noticed.
Korreshi nodded and intended to pull the chestnuts out of the fire with Lefter's hands. He faithfully stood by her side and they resembled a duet of folk singers. Dash Sula looked more and more lyrical and thin.
Albana, one with Vegelia, and Erisa, one with Bane, approached the microphone of the podium and gave the floor to the students. Vox populi vox dei.
And how are they doing, Bora asked Gerten with a spark of curiosity?
Gerta spoke loudly in her throat, "They have problems from drinking cold water, the big eye of which did not fade, it got smaller from insomnia." How much do you know, Gerta, how much do you know, she told him.
Gaz Bardhi returned after annoying Lul Braven at Erle's shop. The Doctor's love has confused her and she doesn't know how to be sad or happy. Bela came back after enjoying Riki Martini's party and voted to the rhythm of the melody. Dilo Nasufi, Bujari i Lushnje and Baftjar Zeqo take a nap with some snoring. His eyes were hooded. Bozdo, like a young girl, was wide-eyed from sleep. Çirbja was dozing with a mobile phone in his hand and dreaming that Babo would invite him for coffee. General Kollcaku ordered the army and at three o'clock in the morning they all ordered. Mimi di Puccini, with a velenxe on her shoulder, said to Etjeni, wait a little longer, the morning of the long vacation is coming. Krifcen had breakfast there, yes, as a minister, still yes.
The small historical leader did not come with himself, Bledion Nallbati would say that they are making a small DP, assembled by hand but profitable.
Even Salianji, who does not give water and forgive him, would not say this. I would be more compassionate. The session closed at five in the morning. Lindita was still alive, although Ermo hoped that this would not happen:) ! As I write, I read with subtitles that the Doctor finally understood that we are principled where we give life and that istikam principle never.