In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

sexta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2008

Tthe ephemeral tree

Which is the difference that exists between a real estate speculator and a shark?
Any… they are unexpected.

She was twenty years old maybe when they dismissed her of the life. It was very attractive, she offered, she still had many promising prominent fruits in front. Full and full of health and like this to die so prematurely… the tasty fruits with that it delighted us and her shadow, the freshness finished in the inglorious kingdom of the garbage.

It was a tree, a cavalier and very proud hose, lied down never and if didn't get tired of living always in foot. She lived together, it participated, it accompanied our lives. It fixed roots in the rears of three buildings, in a great square that the youth used to dispute soccer championships.

Near she lived a man of advanced age, in a modest house, and because the health gave up contacted him a general for his sale. Made the business, still if it was cold of the bank notes and already some militate, one more architect, and an engineer begins to surround the hose. With curiosity, they look at her of top to I lower.

Then the sparkle him as enemy, soldiers climb her, and to laugh as to celebrate great victory against a powerful enemy, they quarter their branches heavier, bulkier first. The tree quickly seats the end approximate, and between sighs and laments, silent screams, as only the trees do, sounds that the human beings don't hear, they don't want to hear.

And the tree continues to resist to the blockade. Heroically it resists to each blow that they aim their powerful enemies without mercy. She was already almost bald, undresses. I have faith that if it felt very embarrassed, of her nakedness.

Just remained the trunk that obstinately insisted on being linked to the Mother Earth, that that saw be born her. And the Earth was hurt her. And in an uncommon snore a metal wild animal appeared, that threw tobacco everywhere, as an invincible dragon… and with a shovel of steel, dove in the bowels of the Earth and removed the roots, the skeleton, the little that remained of the poor tree, leaving a crater there, what cheered the military ones, habituated to the mortal remains in the battlefield.

Then, among tinkling of drink glasses, the general, their soldiers, the architect and the engineer, they drank to the health of one more annihilated enemy. To follow vein the levelling, it levelled the earth, it turned off the tracks of the uncommon battle.

Other machine was proceeded that spilled cement and sand. The bricks and other materials already waited to begin one more work of the real estate speculation. Few days passed already nobody if reminded that there a tree, a hose existed. In her place it would increase one more cement tree and sand.

Gil Gonçalves

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