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Literature is generally seen as an intimate companion of man, but not his intimacies. It is seen as a human interlocutor, but to understand the rustle of the heart and mind and to give our brendshmes name, to see the life of light even when spaces zbe are occupied every window.
The hearing albatross while explaining his philosophy book: Give course! Namely, Submit! Namely, do not pretend. Namely, do not believe in your courage to walk. Simply raise the hands up and Give flow. Do not damn mind goes as ēmendurira do, but do not overdo the brain to save. Let others speak and think that sex is something that must lead. No matter where. No matter zbe with whom. No matter how. Just do it the way of her imagination to grasp, the world let him speak what he pleases. Underpants fall and rise!
This kind of literature does not exceed never belt. Stays. It does not work with heart. The less the mind. It is a literature against all that literature tends in its path: To find a man and Njerezoren!
No doubt that sex is something of the kind that does not hide. That is something worth knowing. But as Philip Roth suggests: zbe manage it to not invade, to not run, it is not your life.
Rexha Albatros has an ally - virtual debate, zbe where the man hiding behind the computer desktop, tablet or after, or after the mobile device, set to disband mençuritë anonymous, to ironing his imagination instinct iron. And he has found this sea of ignorance to wash his prose, going completely against the great calling of literature: to find a man!
But what suggests Albatross: If you do not hide behind a shield, even if false, people have very easily hurt. (Ms. Z p. 33-34). So Sajo something. Do not dwell on what you are. Give Sajo something, you've heard, that happened to another. No matter yourself. Others do not hurt is the importance ... So, rode the hypocrisy, zbe pass the river of truth and live in the world of hiçasgjësë. For lie - whichever gënjeshtër- is simply a balloon or stick out above the mattress dream is not. Simply away from yourself.
But the whole book is a philosophy that comes from the loss of identity, zbe and thus for the dignity. Contrary to the literature of great love for Man, Albatross decides to see the world from the coffin that imply lack of confidence zbe in us that we can make, that we need to find any force to be where we can be ourselves. But no, he writes: "We live in a bubble.
This fact is the beginning and end of everything. We live in a cemetery, where are buried zbe alive with all our dreams. " (Ms. Z, p 165). This is the window that gives us the author, in his philosophy cyber lacking greatest asset Human: Courage to change, to find yourself even when no one believes. A monologue that ends below the belt, and could go higher.
And, obviously we know that everyone can have sex, but few are those who love. And obviously we love every part of ourselves, but when makes sense when the heart and our mind are masters of what God has given us to enjoy, without being slaves, but masters of the steps we take in every second. zbe
Generally I like to write and talk about books that draw on, what we call understanding "good books", zbe because we keep the questions of what makes us human. But this was a book that after the Book Fair was presented as one of the best sellers. And when you think that they have purchased over four thousand people that would read, and they can pass them to others for reading, I said that at least it is worth to say some things, or some reason why at least It should not be seen as an investment in the way of debate on values.
It may happen that through these contradictions be sold even more copies. He clicked on the Internet even more in his ideas that he calls "urban philosophy". It will simply be a dangerous conclusion that time is passing, where the roads to go to things that apply are many obstacles zbe and that this book is a path of endless traps to think and believe in values, especially on the way to being himself.
Writers "stomach" is for the reader "stomach" - this is neither new nor unexpected. "The womb" is also part of the shkrimtarise jofikcionale is published. I mean there is no value to the grade ear phenomenon, that it expected no approval tent and, worse still, lives just thanks disapproval Canopy (and mine).
I guess what can be done is to raise awareness for what honor centuries remained unchanged essence of shkrimtarise, despite the morality of the time (that s'domethene you
Literature is generally seen as an intimate companion of man, but not his intimacies. It is seen as a human interlocutor, but to understand the rustle of the heart and mind and to give our brendshmes name, to see the life of light even when spaces zbe are occupied every window.
The hearing albatross while explaining his philosophy book: Give course! Namely, Submit! Namely, do not pretend. Namely, do not believe in your courage to walk. Simply raise the hands up and Give flow. Do not damn mind goes as ēmendurira do, but do not overdo the brain to save. Let others speak and think that sex is something that must lead. No matter where. No matter zbe with whom. No matter how. Just do it the way of her imagination to grasp, the world let him speak what he pleases. Underpants fall and rise!
This kind of literature does not exceed never belt. Stays. It does not work with heart. The less the mind. It is a literature against all that literature tends in its path: To find a man and Njerezoren!
No doubt that sex is something of the kind that does not hide. That is something worth knowing. But as Philip Roth suggests: zbe manage it to not invade, to not run, it is not your life.
Rexha Albatros has an ally - virtual debate, zbe where the man hiding behind the computer desktop, tablet or after, or after the mobile device, set to disband mençuritë anonymous, to ironing his imagination instinct iron. And he has found this sea of ignorance to wash his prose, going completely against the great calling of literature: to find a man!
But what suggests Albatross: If you do not hide behind a shield, even if false, people have very easily hurt. (Ms. Z p. 33-34). So Sajo something. Do not dwell on what you are. Give Sajo something, you've heard, that happened to another. No matter yourself. Others do not hurt is the importance ... So, rode the hypocrisy, zbe pass the river of truth and live in the world of hiçasgjësë. For lie - whichever gënjeshtër- is simply a balloon or stick out above the mattress dream is not. Simply away from yourself.
But the whole book is a philosophy that comes from the loss of identity, zbe and thus for the dignity. Contrary to the literature of great love for Man, Albatross decides to see the world from the coffin that imply lack of confidence zbe in us that we can make, that we need to find any force to be where we can be ourselves. But no, he writes: "We live in a bubble.
This fact is the beginning and end of everything. We live in a cemetery, where are buried zbe alive with all our dreams. " (Ms. Z, p 165). This is the window that gives us the author, in his philosophy cyber lacking greatest asset Human: Courage to change, to find yourself even when no one believes. A monologue that ends below the belt, and could go higher.
And, obviously we know that everyone can have sex, but few are those who love. And obviously we love every part of ourselves, but when makes sense when the heart and our mind are masters of what God has given us to enjoy, without being slaves, but masters of the steps we take in every second. zbe
Generally I like to write and talk about books that draw on, what we call understanding "good books", zbe because we keep the questions of what makes us human. But this was a book that after the Book Fair was presented as one of the best sellers. And when you think that they have purchased over four thousand people that would read, and they can pass them to others for reading, I said that at least it is worth to say some things, or some reason why at least It should not be seen as an investment in the way of debate on values.
It may happen that through these contradictions be sold even more copies. He clicked on the Internet even more in his ideas that he calls "urban philosophy". It will simply be a dangerous conclusion that time is passing, where the roads to go to things that apply are many obstacles zbe and that this book is a path of endless traps to think and believe in values, especially on the way to being himself.
Writers "stomach" is for the reader "stomach" - this is neither new nor unexpected. "The womb" is also part of the shkrimtarise jofikcionale is published. I mean there is no value to the grade ear phenomenon, that it expected no approval tent and, worse still, lives just thanks disapproval Canopy (and mine).
I guess what can be done is to raise awareness for what honor centuries remained unchanged essence of shkrimtarise, despite the morality of the time (that s'domethene you
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