What colossal disillusion, but, did some liberation fight happen?
Here is a government of the real estate speculators and for the real estate speculators.
The luandenses are eminent builders. They thin the time raise her walls and to drop them.
This democracy Bantu is a modern political system that it is characterized by everything to kill to the hunger. They don't think with the head, they think with the feet and the hands. We already exceeded the chapter of the savagery.
Aberration is to consent that Marxist-Leninist in the power they invoke us human rights and democracy.
You were as the weeping of the flowers, that I conserve in the song
Bedroom of our retreat. When in ecstasies, hugged
Stagnated in the windstorm that announced the first drops
Of the close atmospheric agitation. Then well watered, frozen
How was it possible two disappear and only one to be body?
I still don't get to understand, where it went
What happened to the other being
My dream, the other dreams, finished
Only the nightmares began, they resumed. There is no future
To proceed, what remains of the divine will collapse
I waste a long time in search of our lost words
When I relive the past in the iron
Each garment portrays moments of the days
After everything to finish, we fed lamenting
Where everything begins and it only finishes the death knows it
To find the due love, the paradise of the death it is always open, awake
Pic: Angola em fotos
Visit me also in: Universal, Universidade, Medicina, X-Files
Here is a government of the real estate speculators and for the real estate speculators.
The luandenses are eminent builders. They thin the time raise her walls and to drop them.
This democracy Bantu is a modern political system that it is characterized by everything to kill to the hunger. They don't think with the head, they think with the feet and the hands. We already exceeded the chapter of the savagery.
Aberration is to consent that Marxist-Leninist in the power they invoke us human rights and democracy.
You were as the weeping of the flowers, that I conserve in the song
Bedroom of our retreat. When in ecstasies, hugged
Stagnated in the windstorm that announced the first drops
Of the close atmospheric agitation. Then well watered, frozen
How was it possible two disappear and only one to be body?
I still don't get to understand, where it went
What happened to the other being
My dream, the other dreams, finished
Only the nightmares began, they resumed. There is no future
To proceed, what remains of the divine will collapse
I waste a long time in search of our lost words
When I relive the past in the iron
Each garment portrays moments of the days
After everything to finish, we fed lamenting
Where everything begins and it only finishes the death knows it
To find the due love, the paradise of the death it is always open, awake
Pic: Angola em fotos
Visit me also in: Universal, Universidade, Medicina, X-Files
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