Kimete Berisha continues his confession, that's what happened at sea after seeing married men make love

journalist Kimete Berisha's publisher has continued her confession from the vacation she is spending on one of the coasts.

Hours ago, Berisha showed how he witnessed married men making love between themselves. She said that even the beds took her marriage.

The other confession has something else to do with it. She tells of a young man's addiction to her.

Two boys, who Berisha does not appreciate the way they looked, says he was immediately spotted, even though he initially thought they were gay.

One of them, however, musters up the courage to make an announcement with Berisha.

Here's her full story:

I went to the beach.

Before five minutes, two young, handsome boys, one with a thick gold chain and a Versace plate, and the other wearing a thick black mat, such as the one in town.

Right away, and as a sinner who I am, I guess they're not boyfriends.

Almost read my thoughts, didn't last another five minutes, and one of them, with blue eyes, approached me, sat on two knees and said: You noticed me. Do you know each other?

I was ashamed (the two legs saw me in the hole, that when you were giving them a visit for years, I would have stopped when the boys fell), and I laughed aloud, while my arrogant laughter frightened him, and he left apologizing.

First thought, I said, this must have read my scripture (know me) and either you're thanking me for encouraging them to go public, or I'm talking to me about hate writing, or I'm getting used to it to make his love jealous, or I'm supposed to be as secretive as gays make it right!

Or-or, since the old people said it would happen to you in your life what you most upset about.

He left, along with his friend, and until he shared a pool, he didn't break my eyes.

Maybe I went into a sense that my intuition was false or it wasn't fake... I don't know. I don't know how to read his behavior.

Danilo Kish would say God's participation in creativity.

And our famous elders would say Subhan Allah, which means God is perfect, but who has created people as imperfect as us.

On these occasions, when we don't know who we're dealing with and who's looking for our love, we beg

The great God who killed him, to lead us in the right path, and to try us with our own destiny.

The perfect God created only imperfect beings.

Like the perfect poet when you write a bad poem. Do you write it for anger, to condemn poetry, or to condemn the reader?

P.S. Hi, I don't think so.