Edi Rama was UFO during, Albanians are proving to know what rebellion is

Who thinks [the prime minister] The KM speaks in vain, and here it is; for he speaks of his own sheep, who hear the voice of the Shepherd.

It's a KM mouthpiece that tweets like a jurist whistle, based on many cases, on the effect, not on the essence of what it says.

It's become like those honored elders of Gjirokastra, or Wuno Coast, who sit on the white stones in front of the doors, who are called sophates and talk and talk and chat about KM, the whole moel, is denoting the slandered honor of the skulls and sweats of all the cabins.

In fact, I, as the author of these public lines, have a small part of my guilt, in training this judgmental whistle, that, in its youth, was generally totally casual and verbal, with false looks of the huntari and the good boy.

Because I was able to read the manuscripts of my Comedys (which I called heroic Comedi), selecting each one of the characters, so that they could demonstrate in a brotherhood the communication of the concentration, which was seen in the streets of Tirana, like a UFO propped up in a precipice, or followed.

Of course, Bilbil Judge, who covers the banks that it is the best among Albanians in everything in any field, the unmediated student of Konica or Fan Nol, who has not made a simple wooden frame, for the missing Nolin this time from the Church of Yanulattos, or for the undisputed mental Conika, because his minister, the Minister of Status “fuk I say, has not in 5 years not even a sign of its existence in Albanian poor culture, Bilzar+ KM, he thinks falsely and in spirit, that his discourses, which are sung by him, are bread that is eaten and brine, where the ashes of the destitute people are dyed.

This delirus, this self - worship has been full of years long, because sheep to whom Bilbil sings don't know what rebellion is, and they walk with their feet to shepherd the grass that is assigned to them, as long as they are appointed, and their feet go to the butcher.

Indeed, its period will be a comical and comical page, for generations to come, that will watch the longer and more extreme period, of our National Deprivation, of our legal depreciation, of the court of drunken, foolishness, extortion, arrogance, arrogance, and all the greatest concentrations of ignorant and ignorantness of his square yard.

This time is nearing its end, but not by sheep, but by the dogs in the state, who have chosen to guard the sheep of the nation, who are in danger of eating the Shepherd, to rip off all the remaining sheep.

We're going to be left without a juggler and the leader of the unresponsible, guilty, responsible for nothing, from his words, that look more and more like, and I'm not happy at all about it, like those rainbow colors that are observed, on the thin skin of soap bubbles that children blow with reeds.

Pulling out and empty, completely empty from the inside.