




Camping Albania B&B Guesthouse
Village Bushat-Barbullush North-Albania

While clouds were playing high in the sky, like lambs on hills,
longing for the unreachable locked inside me:
I wanted to catch the red dancing clouds
And fly to the shining heights
With the happiness of a beautifull song....
Esad Mekuli
From the poem:"Longing for the unreachable"
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