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Babo's surprises and farewell to Tigrush! What about Zef Mazi?

2022-07-28 20:23:23Pikëpamje SHKRUAR NGA AGRON GJEKMARKAJ
Babo's surprises and farewell to Tigrush! What about Zef Mazi?
Agron Gjekmarkaj

Babo, I didn't want it, I didn't want it at all, but the numerous rejats of my colleagues here and there broke my heart and my oath.

Majko with signs, "give me what you want", Damo with eyes, "hurry up, eat the evil one", Tao with voice, "you can't be silent", Shalsi "how will you leave Babo without daily bread?", Etilda with twilight sadness, "don't do this to us, we have been good to you, we have put up with you like a dog, so don't expect us to believe the way you did at the party"!

From there, from the bank where you sit with the vezireshes and the vezireshes, the package looked like an oil night "my beautiful Chronicle how I saw you and never left you, how I left you and never saw you again"! My soul was thinned. I was touched. I couldn't hold it anymore. Was Niko's desperate pursuit bearable? What about the suffering without a horizon, the redemption of Chuchi? But Bores, who replaces that joy if it is not found anywhere else? What about Margariti's continuation of talking about Butrinti with his head above the clouds, who notices it? What about the train and the Gent Cakes toys, who thought of Olte who joined our party as a shooting board?

What about Krifce disease? Ah mor Babo, what did I see today in the corridor, Greta Bardeli Gjoni and Zef Hila as Bac Pencer as many as two bina had blocked Frida's way and begged him for the barren fields of Shkodra, for the cows that had lost their husbands from online breeding, for oil and many others. God stop, I told you, where do you come from? Bracja has scratched a lot with chapones !! I know how much they heard me! I did mine.

Only Vllai, Mimi di Puccini gave no signs of life, you see how I come across, my old man is dripping with blood, even though from a cultural trunk.

Everyone loves the Baboja river chronicle. Mine is that many people are being forgotten in the rags of division. Saimir Korreshi said I bought a quintal of lush watermelon, come and freshen up. Eralda Taso Bane laughed at the power of the joke as a contribution to our pain. Dash Sula was missing and with it elegance.

In the face of such dilemmas, blood is forgiven, no longer a word of mouth.

Today started with events. We celebrated the 100th anniversary of relations with the USA. I also laughed in the front row like Pasha when you did it in a long pink doll, eyes full of millet.

The flower looked at you with restrained indifference and increased longing. The times of the past were passing by.

I would not have liked it if I saw you matured like St. Andrean. After releasing the pigeons, Babo muttered, but Elisa saw the Hungarians. It was not a sight but a flame.

As it was lit, the joy of all the friends and sisters present there was found in your jacket, the fury of the party.

In the new news, those of my family had made fun of me, I was nowhere. I am ashamed of the devils that helbete, consumed in politics and power, unknown to the nation by the media.

That I had noticed that same Salian car with the naivety that characterizes him, that by every fire he throws water and not a barrel of gasoline, so and so. I told you, your wicked. Give me the driving hours when they're all sober.

You, Babo, turned America's party into an unmasking of internal enemies. Do these Americans know how deceitful we are here that we say "halal with kauri net" once or twice! They are catching the rabbit with a cart even when both parties are lining up to lie half-heartedly in the race who is more pro, who carries the information with amber, who declares the other a traitor to the cause!

They laugh at our big kabà politics and our quarrels even more. Great, blessed America, if the small clothes were thrown at it, it would have been extinguished by the weather.

Today you made everyone curious, entered the cafe twice Babo. Big event. Babo knee to knee.

Not even a fly bit. Yours barely dared to approach even though your soul begged for more than your breath. When Manastirli's ymer and joy called him, the ink ran away from the others. Jealousy like balls of nemce fell on those angelic faces until that moment.

The scene in the session was sad. Ulsiu bit his lip to keep from crying. With you the pain of the stone of the tree was done. Bela's escape to the seventh heaven of the Government, had left her between Delina, who laughs in vain, and Evis, who is completely silent. Everyone cries about their own problems. You removed Tigrush for your own reasons. Some say that he took the file of incinerators to LSI about Spak behind the door, because you know your own work, but I turned it off. My chronicles without Tigrushin are like mountains without a crown, like barren fields, like a clock without a heart, like a pan without a bass! Now only the aunt with the phrases like curries has remained so frowned upon, with a sharp look and full of monks! Don't take that away from me and then I was left as an elf with a pencil in my hand. You do sh…. chronic.

Goodbye Tiger. It is easy to have lice after getting out of chronic. From today you are only its reader! What happened to Zef Mazi!? Allah allah replaced him with Ciu. Where was this found, O Baba Dermani?

After the vote, we went back to the coffee shop, where you are still human until it hurts. How could we see Ulsi crying in your arms and you cooing sweetly in his ear, don't cry baby don't cry, you will meet Bela again but he didn't want to know! Thank goodness that Paulini came and the men did not cry, took haram and rested.

I said it cracked, all that heat and so many tears. But even your love and your words fell like a balm after that saffron look.

Under this example, Fatmir and I agreed, my heart could not bear the separation. The doctor came to make a fool of himself and went to Mirdita e Lindita, who is disturbed by the iniquities. The coast of Gramozi and her today was pitch black.

Gaz Bardhi was absent. Grida rolled her eyes at the absence without daring to express her longing. The genie begs for nostalgia.

Luan Baçi and Luciano Boçi, don't be rude to me when I said hello, what they were doing, I thought they were itching, but they weren't touching some places against the other side. They let out a sigh of relief that if you sat there, what would they say to the Doctor! I wanted to be big.


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