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.

quarta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2009

The King's Horseman (X). Novel

Bank Millennium Angola, a great fraud.

The mammies don't worry nor a little. The herald insists.
- Are they deaf? Begin to walk, the horseman Epok will pass.

The mammies stay followers in their positions of the brotherhoods of the secular survival. Any it is disposed to remove foot. One of them with looking of dead fish in the ground, marimba her:
- We don't have where to go. We needed to sell some thing for us to eat. You have the black liquid, and neither we nor streets have, we don't have anything.
- Don't they hear the noise? The horseman is to arrive!

With effect Epok approaches. He orders to do loud. He calls the herald.
- But what life, but what shit is this?
- Yes boss, they don't want to leave.
- They will already see how it is!.. Their stubborn, this street is for the king and his nobility pass! They will sell for another side! Their foolish ones, only know is to walk with children to the backs and bathtubs in the heads.

Only the sound of the silence was heard. A more daring one agitates the hand, as if it was to expel mosquitoes. Epok is exasperated.
- Their female rats of the sewers, I will pass them to the sword! Musketeers, arrest them and throw them for the piranhas. No… for the republican dungeons. Or else, that of the hands always free, she will complain in the republicans' radio.
A youth nhaneca-humbe, (they are whole very beautiful) almost naked, it observes at the distance. And it opposes, she sings, it discards aloud.
I am already undressed
Well farewell is
The king undressed me.

Epok doesn't support size audacity, infidelity, antipatriotic. An insult to the king is unforgivable. He runs for her and gives him a violent one plated in the face. The youth falls almost faint. To regret threat:
- I will complain in the Cavalier La Padep.
- You can complain where you want. To Saint Marquis I Officiate, to the republicans' radio, to the Free Hands. Guards… dungeon with these republican ones.

The unfortunate ones were not a long time arrested. The champion Divad, always with the Free Hands, it besieged so much and so much Saint Marquis Officiates, that to be seen free from him, it ordered the exhumation of the dungeons. The mammies left, their beggars to have not. They were confiscated on behalf of the king.

- Epok!
- My king!
- I am going to the kingdom of Lepisma, it begins the preparations. But that name to designate a country in Africa, only same here. That name doesn't make sense. As always we invented the things, and the others appropriate of our ideas. It was like this with the pyramids of Egypt. They copied his architecture and now they want author's rights.

The Horseman Epok spoke to the marquis GOR. Several brigades moved for the street of Maianga. Flags were lifted up in the windows. The covered holes. The ray-small evacuated. The street was very beautiful. They dispersed flowers and perfumes. The comments of the five hundred year-old cultural legacy came.
- I am to pray everyday for the king to leave.
- The king of the black liquid.
- Our king is very beautiful. The most beautiful kings' king.
- The money that they spent in the street gave for a year of food.
- We will steal the flowers.
- Now no. Only after him passes.
- It informs to the republicans' radio.
- She doesn't give. They turned off the telephones.
- Somebody that goes to run to the Free Hands.

Gil Gonçalves
Image: Angola em fotos

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