Kimete Berisha: As soon as he withdraws, the order releases Murat Yasar

Mrs. Berisha says the country cannot go to elections a person's leadership.

She doesn't vote with anyone, she wrote.

Posting:

Albin Kurti doesn't lead us to choice, but Vjosa Osmani!

The girl's got the heavy shadow.

There is no choice in the fight of an individual.

He doesn't vote for anyone.

Someone's so angry that he previously admits to death that he can vote.

Someone's at the end of a career after me-Hate.

Someone sees this country has forgotten heroes, has forgotten the martyrs and victims, not the MP is forgetting.

Someone uses the chance to retaliate.

Vjosa Osmani has created so many bitter opponents that it is ridiculous that he has taken the courage to ask them to vote on him.

If I were Vjosa Osman, I'd retire.

I would release the country to Murat Yasar, for example.

Love is sacrifice.

It gives the pain to take the com.

Little as the opposition is, it's alive.

As small as man is, pride is great.

Alive grows, grows, improves, rises.

Albin Kurti does not lead us to elections because he has accomplished his purpose, is prime minister.

We've been chosen by Vjosa Osmani.

I'm convinced that the idea of election Law voting was Vjosa Osman's idea that she's already acting in vain, I know his impatience and nervousness.

Albin Kurti is only keeping his word about Vjosa Osmani President.

And it has to hold to the end.

But if you know she's going to fail to be president, she has to step down.

The female must withdraw if she wants Kosovo more than the presidency.

Now the people have to deal with ambitions and the fate of Vjosa Osman instead of dealing with our fate.

P.S. Bad time. Spring's not coming out either.

The last time I saw happy Albanians was a March night after 10:00 on B Street.

She passed a car with Albanians singing aloud.

O Good God.

The short but elusive happiness in movement.

I tried to imitate their happiness yesterday, took a car in the same place, played music on the radio, but I got hit by the song "Marpare Words," and then, as a trade, I cried.