Thus spoke my grace ... Speak and dispense crucified and rejuvenated me. Have you ever heard of Alz

Thus spoke my grace ... Speak and dispense crucified and rejuvenated me. Have you ever heard of Alzheimer-in? For scalable conquest of forgetfulness, which almost everyone can afford the dark and step into hell? Any cynic not forget to add that he has shirked until now, no escape. Man sees the poor widow sway, connecting after an invisible tv thread, as some cans, and makes toy. Mock roads with children, relatives mock unintentionally, only he could s'tallet with anything, with anyone. Some scholars of those times say partially mitigated brain, melt, melt, loses. Subject pulverize gray. Remain after only a few neurons that carry data and memories of days gone by. The sick shift in time (shkohohet, say) and in space. The present one has not felt yet known, but than past are still alive, to not old, unchanged. Who are you, asks his firstling. But who am I ?! Doctors suspect that behind this çtrunimi is a beast devours the brain, strengthened his thanks and none knew ç'vjell. Have you ever wondered what vomit after fed to the brain? Can you talk, can bihej to terms with what animal? At which time the most powerful live, what people want to preserve intact and which give them the animal hunger? That people change like the wind. One of the questions I have tried harder remains: whether reconciliation with death destiny is a precise, scalable memory cells, or cells is a revival of forgetfulness, without which thahemi as moldy bread? tv
Primary School is also there, that is where the Lord had left. It has become dust your face, just as you do most of you to my face. Can you swear that I am in a dream, not you, but a man can dream sworn in. The sleep you are, because my Tirana tv ruined parts, with a stunning commitment, only to do the most profane powder Love Zone itself. Therefore became memories, but love remained. As you become memories, so much love made it. A friend of middle-aged staff quack, when talking about the influx of disease mentioned, told me with a style reminiscent of haiku: "The Council of Elders S'asht blood work / but work shpyrti the dashni".
Often it seems as if sleep at the end of a road. On the threshold of a road that starts where closed my way. Or my day. Or my dream. School rises to the edge of a network of dead end alley. Zallamahisë somehow preserved to our neighborhood residents, most elders cingunë, war veterans who constantly betrayed by little, tv so as not to leave prison bones, had lifted up the walls and debris were filled with broken bottles, old railing bayonet of tin whole rust. The walls were not painted from inside and dandy with slogans from the outside, in the schoolyard. Democracy tv for the majority, minority dictatorship. I was the son of a minority, because I was born smart. Simëje belly smart, smart asleep, waking after death. The reward kërkujt not felt begging for my insomnia. Atop the walls and under windows harliseshin bunch of rrushve and plums, persimmons, oranges, tangerines, multicolored roses. In the schoolyard gjallonin as muttering tv only five middle-aged staff poplars, myshkur northwards nxirosur by lightning. Once on Poplar earlier was spërdrodh a dazzling lightning, tv which, besides branches into nothingness, filled the yard with white ash body butterfly crow killed or simply deafening until the soul. These died after a few minutes. In early fall elders sold us farzeza dates, plums and apples, and during winter break through with a knife us to overcome walls balls. Remnants of balls back in the yard like some fruit husks already smoked a gorge beyond the walls, where she lives animal trungrënëse risk. Once fell great earthquake: all dates vines were overturned in the schoolyard. Children who were rushed tv to extinguish holiday hunger and thirst, and the elders came out of the kitchen garden, and instead to beware of tiles that flatronin on four sides, or walls that thërrmoheshin, ran after the children and the scourge. It appeared that the good die by educating the younger generation, how to escape alive sëkoti, without so raisins, dates etc. In those moments full battle cry of double throes, horror and Gazmendi within school collapsed ground floor ceilings, floors alias of the second floor. Students were found kalaqafë upper us (on ground). Fell by all banks, books, vases squid, also fell çmeritura teachers, some of which were found only in underwear down shirts torn during the flight. Fortunately, there were no dead or wounded, though, to be honest, we had not yet seen any dead child. A colorful hukamë, the rrënqethur from mice which populated tv cijatjet bodr