gurax
Pan ignoramus
Une mbaj mend qe te nesermen nuk kishte me hene per 3 dite rresht. Dhe qe ishte hene e plote diten e festes, kjo eshte e sigurt.
"Kush jemi ne kur jemi ne gjume." broken_smile, ndoshta ka te beje endrra e Hermeticas me dicka te cuditshme. Ajo hija qe sillej verdalle, recitonte vargje nen ze sa mezi degjoheshin. Keto recitonte.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ...
.... .... ..
Salla e ngrenies... keni qene sot atje? Shtepia e ka ridekoruar te teren komplet nga e para.
Ka dicka, aliene, ne shtepi keto dite.

"Kush jemi ne kur jemi ne gjume." broken_smile, ndoshta ka te beje endrra e Hermeticas me dicka te cuditshme. Ajo hija qe sillej verdalle, recitonte vargje nen ze sa mezi degjoheshin. Keto recitonte.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ...
.... .... ..
Salla e ngrenies... keni qene sot atje? Shtepia e ka ridekoruar te teren komplet nga e para.


Ka dicka, aliene, ne shtepi keto dite.
