Balada for the good woman who could only work, not sell!

It was late last night, when I got the hard news about you, Arlinda, and because I'm used to finding you always in the light, I didn't want to write at night.

Even later, a brief message of yours fell through the night, her call off “Ah, what did she do! ”, the weather makes these lines even more difficult.

The freedom you have often written about, the freedom you have fought for, does not give me the right to judge in your decision, but to judge an Albania that has less and less air for women like you.

Through the Albanian media, where you've often revolved between passion and uncertainty, perseverance and fear, love and hesitation, you were a particular species, you knew only to work, not to sell.

There are many women like you, but we need to know them, because they never scream, they just give them to Albania and they never get them.

You never received invitations to ministerial cocktails, for escort tours of escort Girl, never sighed about any Hermes bag, nor did you complain that Tirana toI broke legs to survive you and your family, you never made a noise about your novels, even though she was a talented girl, who didn't have time from this life to explain either rebot, and it never seemed good that it was difficult to resist in our time.

You knew how to forgive freely, as sometimes I thought this was your “ ”. Good for you.

But how did you manage, alone, indisposed, eternally smiling, receptive, unverbalized, rude, handsome, to remain you, yourself, in the time of the great alienation that we live in?

Almost fifteen years ago, when we published your first novel with your first “

Sometimes I insisted that you take your talent seriously, but you didn't have time for it, they never gave you minutes to think about it.

You are in your peace now, where the weather, the season, the time, the breath, the money don't make any sense, and maybe you laugh at the ballads of the living who have decided to continue.

But they have to continue, to make an environment where Arlindas don't feel lonely, and where the daughters and sons of the Arborn don't feel abandoned by fate, and society. Rest in peace.