The convulsions of the societies always have as origin the governments. It lacks us the depth of the courage for denouncing.
It doesn't surprise me the softness of the words that I absorb contained in an of a true journalist's parallel universes… soft, been slippery as the metaphysics of the waterfall of Sumbe.
The governments nothing has of extraordinary, excepted that are composed by men. And in them we were always displeased, because not being aromatic destroys the jasmines of the ultra Epiphany. As universes in expansion that stand back from us to the speed of the light, dragging the illuminism and Locke and Voltaire for the eternal doesn't return.
Anchor us in the despair of the highways of our circumvallation AVC. Forced to live, without living together, in one more of the brutes inventions of the brilliant cruelty humane…o automobile is our house in this Neolithic democracy.
Reimport us the slavery and the colonialism of the bleaching, in this now other colour of the darkness. Stupefy us to the loss of the warlike common sense. No longer have we known how to show, we riot us, to create militias for us to defend ourselves of these dinosaurs that starve after our bodies, now they search our minds for in them to inculcate the seed, the solution of the final hunger. The liberation fight and the revolution continue, the universities no.
After the revolution appeared endless number of revolutionaries communist, selfish. They stole, they still steal more than enough and re-export they are transferred for the countries of origin, others continue senile obstinately to suck the chicken of the eggs oils-producing. Democratic Marxist-Leninist… so many Marxist-Leninist that suddenly hugged the democracy oil-producing.
What interest does have the works in the city, if they depreciate the population!?
Governments that live in the supports of the lie of the shark-mako international that aspirate the steams oils-producing, while they eulogize the facts of the extermination solemnity sustained of the People that the government before dismissed. Out of the luxurious palaces oils-producing economically well developed, there is a world also very developed, the one of the poverty, of the hunger. To flee of here is as deceiving the death in Iraq
We are as docile as in the Machine of the Time of H.G.Wells, 800.000 years in the future. We are Eloi, the peaceful flock that it feeds the cannibals Morlock that insist on devouring us.
Imagem: waterfall of Sumbe, Angola