The chronicle highlights greatness and reveals assassinations
By Agron Gjekmarkaj
Pirro Dengu, although spiritually wounded, entered the Assembly hall like nightingales before the rope, as befits his rank, and took the historical place that belongs to Zeniqe! A tragic pain was overcome by his majestic stature!
He defended his homeland, commanded armies, and made the generals furious, Damo screamed, and then, drowned in despair, melted into oil! What a delicate scent to calm him down!
"What will happen to Albania now?", Ervin Hoxha asked with deep patriotic concern and the hairs on his head stood up like a plume! We are left in the hands of Nufi, tobe estakfurullah, said the poor Klos, always last, but now just a number!
Toni, one of the three bulls of parliamentarism, who abandoned that plow to grab the executive branch, was sitting heavily and the Lower House seemed to him like an unemployed old man, almost like a scoundrel!
He felt like a great reformer of justice. He polished his vest with tassels, let out exclamations and sighs of ah and eh, drank water from time to time!
Lamellari, the horse shoer, the coward, looked at me with a sense of triumph: "You wanted Ethilda in my place, as if he were telling me, just look at Teze like a magnificent plane tree that sprouted after the 2013 storm and is still not being uprooted!"
Nikua has endured and suffered all these times, going back and forth from Korça sometimes by donkey, sometimes by mule, horse or mare, because the roads are ruined by these damn storms of corruption! One day, he even had to make a mess on the Moglica pass, but luckily, Kostaqi, who is watching over him, was up to the task this time too, holding the mare by the halter like an anchor, when a brave librarian from Taos scared him into falling and taking his place! He wanted to make us his poor little horse and then caressed the poor animal!
But there is still a worry in the chest: he is trusted by someone with the surname Karakaçi, wherever you take him, with a snack inside, in Albanian Daç, in Turkish Daç, then from the South Karakaçe they call the Laraskas, and we will fix our roads Enea Laraska Mozomakeq, sighed and gave way!
Nearby, Klodi and Pendavina were moistening their lips with a little water and sugar, to raise their blood pressure! Oh, there are so many worries in this world, the two doctors sighed.
Sypetrit Malaj was very happy! He had escaped for a while and not only that, but no one was bothering him and he seemed to be warming himself in the sun, dozing and stammering some optimistic verses: "I am Malaj, sypetrit/Don't get tired because I didn't leave/ I left, I became a qamet/Ylefe will not have a millet."
Evis Kushi was doing her homework here and there, convinced that one day her well-known usefulness would be noticed!
"I am Evisi, who doesn't know me / Let the work be done for you / Don't pretend you don't know / Vezire laughs at Arsimi / with the darkness of the night there is no dawn / Ogi's grandmother said it, don't be happy or happy, don't be sad or sad! When she told Buçko this, he frowned even more!
We also said this to Nallbat, who was more furious than a bull in Madrid! "They made an attempt on Mamica, they made her not to do anything, she would groan, sometimes hitting her head and sometimes the counter, both sounds would ring a bell!
I will pull out the beard of that Babos who did this, with these hands, so that his days in the chair will be shortened! NATO will bomb us, he was furious!
Rutja was thinking about peace, when she was pinching Mamica's cheeks, now what to do with the mouse-like hair of that Nuredin Hoxha who replaced her, he will become a hataja, she cried! No, I told her, take comfort, there is a portrait in the corridor of the Parliament, where history is not a mere word of mouth! Let me, brother, God, gather my mind so that I will do the undone, she left the message and ran towards the unknown, singing a devilish-labçe melody:
"Take Rute, take ditzi/What did you get me and you/It's not worth the sacrifice/When Mommy is missing by your side/What did you get me, poor thing/In Devoll I'll take the tractor/You have no one to pet/Yes, and I feel empty too."
Deputy Leader Flamur, fresh and youthful from his 55th birthday, which surprisingly coincides with the title of the Faro newspaper, finally returned among us, to tear Zeniqe's neck vein like a cork from anger, while she was shouting and screaming!
Blendi Gonxhe looked like a polar bear observing the world around him from a hill of ice, not suddenly breaking, even though he felt like an alchemist who made a photographer a deputy minister and a car inspector a director of culture!
"I am a minister, they call me Blend/And I work until late/To be a minister of culture/It is enough to wear a hat and be a slob with a beard/
Everything was going well, until Tao, left speechless by the changes in government, thirsty and hungry at the same time to take Bela's place, opened his mouth like the Zaranika stream towards our Albana!
Gaz Bardhi and Klevis Ballina rushed to beat him, but he was running away from sight, jumping on the bench and jumping! He ran, and Gazi and Klevis followed, spreading the palm tree!
Niko was tearing his cheeks and begging – come to your senses, guys, hold my hand! When Tao returned, he was faced with a fiery fury from Jorushi i Tabakëve, whose eyes were shooting sparks and whose mouth was full of bullets to protect Albane from those evil words.
Suddenly, not only the pen, but also the sword appeared, Braçja said of him. So let the Chronicle do justice, take revenge on the one who is right!
Meanwhile, as if the troubles he has weren't enough, Babo is also being fanned by Ditmar, who no longer walks around like a Hungarian tourist, but gives advice from a wise man who has just uncovered the veil and is telling us that the party and the state have become one. But why does that wicked man want to separate them, will he tear Babo apart? Go away, get out, someone else is crying for those gifts, Blend Klosi and Dilo Nasufna took revenge on him and they sang: Oh Ditmar, get out Ditmar/This is not fate, but a cry/ Because the directors in the Party/They came and when you were there/Get your head together, make a ball/the party comes first, after them Albania!
