There was never a man in a field full of natural beauty that God had sown in the flower: children, men, the light of which he was snatched, history, and a man who gave birth to a man named Dudurimin.
One day, in this shop, he sees a rose and an artist, who is just Ezopi, but in the form of a tourist. He came to the noise, spenzoi, made photos for Instagram, videos for Tiktok, the comments were positive on Google and he was satisfied, having laid an egg and art: an economy that grows slowly, but I can keep my feet safe.
The local people, the builders, the long-tailed ones, rent the house and enjoy the eggs and the art, so that the world can catch them and cover them with the eggs.
I donated it all during the day. At once, at a moment, there was a sigh and I closed my eyes.
Immediately increase the speed and sprints.
Coffee shop 5 euros;
Shezlongu, I am more expensive than you.
Peshku i "eger", shitet si picturë e Rembrandt;
Birra? Marketed at 5 euros in coffee;
8 euro Coca-Cola in the lounge and chair;
Room and hotel as if you are in Maldives...
"I can't do it"
"But I don't like it, I like it."
In the same way as a villager in a desert in Egypt, she brought a few roses to collect all her eggs at once, and they also bring tourism into my heart.
As soon as we get enough of the dust, in this season, fadromat like dinosaurs appear, in the fire-breathing fire, as if we are giving birth to spring, the mongoose comes out of its existence in this season...
"Sivjet shumë dobë"
"Tourists are hungry",
"I'm here to give you my food",
"The point is in my eyes".
So, because the tourists are there, they cancel the timer, get scared when they find a hole for the villain they paid for and warn each other.
Because even the roses know how to flutter, they also know how to get angry, especially when they are hidden, they are deceived.
Tomorrow we will no longer see you as a rose, as an egg, as a tourist, but the girl who will continue to eat more!