Post by account_disabled on Mar 9, 2024 11:13:25 GMT 1
They love Rudina, Tropoje girl, daughter and raised with the blood of those who gave their lives for freedom and democracy. Do you know where you pointed the steering wheel?! You, who have northern blood in your veins, have you forgotten our customs, or who never taught you? You forgot that the mountaineer lives, with bread and salt and a heart and a white heart, and today you have chosen ours and our father's black yoke, although you know very well that you are not playing with them.
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No faith, not you, as long as I'm alive I never let you cover us up! Gather up, daughter of the good seed, don't beat us! These words are spoken by a girl from Malësia, with a story similar to yours, but which differs in a key point of the story. Unlike you, they have shown me that as far as I have the right to stretch my step, they have taught me the limits and not to burden the land of my ancestors. Rudina, you do not represent me, you do not represent the vote of the subject, you do not represent the Democratic Party that your father laid the foundation stone for, you do not represent Azem, nor his friends, nor any of us.
Read also: Albania sick from the Cambodia Telegram Number Data emigration pandemic The 62-year-old man is arrested, he hit a person on the head with a stick in Korça Hey daughter of the good one, where did you go?! Do you have a conscience? Are you aware that out there in the square there is a student like me, born in 1998, the year your father died, whom we never knew, but today we cheer with our hearts "Azem, you are alive!" They walk on the path of the ideal that our forefathers show us as a legend. How much? Are you afraid of dying?! Are you saying we, some strangers, love Azemin more than you? It seems to us that a scumbag who knows no limits is leading the way and is stepping on the ideals of the Hero of Democracy.
No faith, not you, as long as I'm alive I never let you cover us up! Gather up, daughter of the good seed, don't beat us! These words are spoken by a girl from Malësia, with a story similar to yours, but which differs in a key point of the story. Unlike you, they have shown me that as far as I have the right to stretch my step, they have taught me the limits and not to burden the land of my ancestors. Rudina, you do not represent me, you do not represent the vote of the subject, you do not represent the Democratic Party that your father laid the foundation stone for, you do not represent Azem, nor his friends, nor any of us.