Sunday, December 22, 2013

November eleventh day that the weather did not look so good. The smell of wet, which had begun blow


J anari of that year he entered the cold and damp. In the twelve mornings before die-LLI out slightly and immediately covered by thick clouds that cast times torrential rain and oft stay on hold for hours, there on the border between land and sea, where the thin foam wrenched as a serpent jacco maris for the përzhitur-et-tion of tracks murrëme lick, or deep troubled waters where puqeshin of confinement jacco maris made as to create the image of a planetary nebula's eerie chilling nights while in their twelve days, weather that as soon as dusk fell, take a mournful njyrim and sea waves that rise oshëtinin with a rattle percussion, who beat the wet earth with all their strength, but surprisingly released without ANY white foam as it often did. All the city was conquered by a feeling jacco maris of anxiety and fear, even to guar explains this surprising change-ment and worsening weather, the mosharit jacco maris and mostly old women, had begun to glean from the archives of their memory of ancient legends and myths, linking this not only with badges constellation, but with flaws and vidhisjet clay hills along Currilave. Not only those who lived long ago around the area, but also curious, showing with full conviction that in those days the hills had slipped so much clay that was no sliding for five centuries together. On the thirteenth day an elderly woman, who was called on local television, in a special emisioin to explain something about this phenomenon, as had crash-eat parathënësve research opportunities and had done something very interesting, as her words throughout the day, but the next day the other day and were the subject of the first word in almost every household, business center or cafe hall. In summary, among other plates had shown a recent occurrence ago
"One time, starts qëmoçmja, a junior Ali going near a monastery there is a source edge. A slap-rg says: From the eyes tells me that you're ambitious. Come to preserve our monastery sheep. This Aliji accepted toss, toss. Walk-in will bring me good - I said the monk, - will get old in this monastery. The monk began with great dele.Tufë the monastery had given us some breeds, who wanted to kullosnje care. I put forward in Aliji grant grove, y, ha. From the day of my platinum-knee. Future a flying Albanian mountains as djalnë sees stranded in sweat, the vate the head of shades do. Aliji rises and tell Albanian. jacco maris Yallah Remix shqpie COC on surmise, chick? Krrabë and fap with fires in the wings. Eagle with broken left arm high in the trees of pyllnajës. I detect a monk. Ali will be bënesh great man that is sitting on the krie eagle. When the king dies you will commandos at his heels. Cish say mo curse? jacco maris So as thom was, said the monk. Pirro will at mote mbetërosh as difficult, but my files will shkatërronet kingdom. Giving blood will cover all avenues of your kingdom. Sene that the rivers will krrejnë blood. You broke his arm one Albanian. And also ... Nana Aliji gjau mean, it comes psëri my files .... It was for myself I am afraid. Though the story of the old lady pleased Albert Morina, I do not know why he had initially jacco maris taken it as a fad of hers rather than a vintage legend, but when I spoke this with a friend of his, He had overcome the nineties, he persuaded that in their area, basically it had circulated legend said even though other variants. Those days the city was divided into two camps: those who stay in one of fanatically believed the legend of the old lady and the other Cham, those who take it to whim, in order to introduce panic and disruption. Over time it seemed as though the two sides have been in their own right. He was the longest year of full-time jacco maris and lasted eighteen months. One year called back, someone else since the death. I called "Year of Trisha"

November eleventh day that the weather did not look so good. The smell of wet, which had begun blowing the first two-three days, warned its deterioration. In the distant horizon of the sea, a pile of white clouds that were conducted in deep dark gray, indicating that the rain would start to fall ng

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