Timo flloko biography of donald

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Timo flloko biography of donald

Recent changes. EverybodyWiki in another language. More languages. Sponsored articles Coming soon. Create account. Log in. Dark mode. Create account Log in Dark mode. View source. View history. Me rolin e B-se ne diadramen Per nje fjale goje te Natali Sarrotrishtazi konfirmoi talentin e tij, kesaj here me prane lojes psikologjike, me denduri nentekstesh, dyzimesh e planesh te dyta, duke percjelle te publiku nje shpirt te brishte njerezor, te ngerthyer nga keqkuptimet, mungesa e komunikimit, komplekset.

Edi Karbone ne dramen e Artur Milerit Pamje nga ura,shenon nje pike kulmore te aktrimit te tij. Ai thuajse e ndryshoi formatin e vet aktorial te parapelqyer, duke ngulmuar me fort ne nje loje pasionale, me pervuajtje te thuketa, klithma, vrullime dhe energji te ndrydhura psikike, qe clirohen ne forme shperthimesh te befta, per te bere me te rrokshme kesisoj shpeshtjellimin e personazhit, skrupujt e tij morale, fatalitetin, zgripin ekzistencial te qenies prej dokeri dhe emigranti, si dhe mungesen e vetepermbajtjes.

Ne po kete prerje, vecse me kompleks si karakter dhe me nje bote shpirterore te trazuar e te pernxitur nga hakemarrja, luajti rolin e Mato Grudes ne filmin Njeriu me top, Veshtrimi i tij percjell deliresi, ashtu sikunder humbullon nga flukset psikike dhe peshjtellimet e brendshme. Pergjithesisht, T. Flloko ka krijuar nje portret te endshem aktorial, prej njeriu fisnik nga buron besim, dashuri, miresi e simpati.

I tille qe edhe ne rolin e mesuesit ne filmin Lulekuqe mbi mure,me te cilin u nderua me Medaljon. Tonet psikologjike e dramatike qe pershkojne interpretimin e tij, posacerisht recitimi i vargjeve te poezise Maratonomaku te F. Below, you will find a poem dedicated to Vera, for her birthday. V's Equinox ' In the clear sky a cloud. Alone, a cloud Order away, to you, there.

Once, you had a foggy dream, a cloud had entered it, suspended it. How many times you saw dreams at night, blue, white, scary, heavy, among them, in strange forms, mysteries entered. Anonymous, superstitious rites, in twisted, vicious circles, steeped in despair. Life… an order. M arramendj e. March Oasis time… Eager springs, sunny southern beaches, late autumns, cold northern winters.

Tears from the waterfalls of the eyes on the chest fell like a cataract, the hand of the magical Saint Mary passed over your portrait that night. Delay - the anxiety of waiting, the anxious touch of hands under the coat, the circles of bruises under the eyes, the whistle of a train in the distance, moments of flight, with grimaces of invisible pain in the soul, with the constant doubt of love, the promise of return and the fear of secrecy.