Here, HELL!

Even without thunderstorm, listen him a lot of thunders. Those that leave the escapes free from the motorcycles. Those same ones, the one of the White civilization. When the smoke comes out white is good. When darkness, is bad. It is contrary to the White god's purposes.

A god with colours: Black, white, red, yellow… a god for each colour, for each people, for each race. Ah… the humans, only they could invent a thing like this. Ah… so tired of these things I am, that no longer I know what am. The relativity of the time generated me and it parked me in the harvest of the published, grandiose ecological disaster. No matter how much it tries, unadapt me to the terrestrial railway sleeper.

When will I return to the nebula comet? There are endless years wait that you come to rescue me. I disable myself in this planet of this Luanda. In the another I lived so happily… with my parents in the family fraternity. I don't know, I come undone because I am unable to understand. I want to return, take me!

In the world of the inhuman ones I will only die, abandoned, nobody will tie me. For something… it is not necessary. They only think about the money. If that is lives, that my God, my Green angel hears me him not to abandon me him to transport me.

I AM TO ALERT FOR THE DIRECTION THAT THEY WANT TO TAKE US. He is not the boy, they are not the rains, volcanoes, hurricanes, typhoons, seaquakes, earthquakes - this always happened and it will happen - they are the damned ones political that in the mismanage, that they want his alone world. LET US RENOUNCE MORE TO LIVE WITH BUILDERS OF WALLS.

The emeraldine of the leaves of the plants disappears. It suffers, because the forces of fast intervention hate the green. Everything that is gray, red of the colour of the hell in life it is negotiable. They arrived, they are among us, and nobody seems if he notices. We are commanded, enslaved, for beings of this world, terrible, merciless… it seems science fiction, but it is not. The human race of the opposition of Luanda, of Unita, it will be exterminated.

Wake up people, before it is late. The ones that govern us, the most powerful, the owners of our world, of our lives, of our destiny, covered with earth in the earth of Angola, they didn't come from another planet. They will put an end to our lives.

YOU OF THE WORLD SECRETE ESTALINISTA WANT TO PUT DOWN HERE FOREVER.

Pic: Angola em fotos

TRUTH

Bank Millennium Angola, a bank Jack Sparrow.

When a government misfortune the population, is in a Jurassic impasse. However we continued with the parties, the noisiest possible. Because just this that they taught us was. Nothing else knows… what to do. Except the great hunger that approaches inevitable (?). But, in Luanda, no there is nobody what speaks of economy (?). Economists' infested Luanda. They are so many, so many that nobody can tell them. Of a thing we know: they passed, they confuse the mice.

Bank Millennium Angola, a bank of the Beyond.

"José Sócrates is, as boss of the Portuguese Executive, the person that has power in more Portuguese strategic companies. Reap-if-him José Eduardo dos Santos. No private Portuguese has power in as many administration pieces of advice as those two statesmen."
In
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We were born in the obedience and in the subservience of God. Dements in the constant threat that we would be punished. In the superstition that He watched us. It is like this in the floods.

And the bosses didn't pay us for the work that we did, applauded, laugh, of our divine superstition. The religion is always leaned in the dictatorships, because in them they are protected, they avenge in the lack of instruction of the people. It is the more illiteracy better, more factories. Then later, we discovered the truth that is the falsehood of the Church.

And other religion subsists marginal, satanic, the one of the soccer. That the crowds that follow her, so stupidities, that if inhumane them and in mutants they changed. They crawl in the clergyman, as destructive bankers of our future.

And we continued, and we wanted to study in a university, but we saw that these things are also for false rich. Because all the ones that the they are necessarily had to steal. It is easily is proven, a Technician of Bills is enough just tried to analyze some documents of the accounting of a company. For instance: Belmiro de Azevedo, Américo Amorim and Fernando Ulrich that remain silent. Stop speaking for illiterates. They stole and they steal the Portuguese people. Because in a wild world of thieves - where everything is false - to survive it is imperious to steal. They will be properly judged and condemned by the popular forces, since the tribunals don't work. Who is honest continues in the faith of the prison of God, with the death right, guaranteed.

Already abandon us voting for in political parties, because we know beforehand that it is a pure waste of time. Many years passed and we just saw - just as in the documents accountants - presidents and prime ministers… democratic they steal her or they support her who does him. We attended the total discredit.

Just as imagines, we saw the fortress of the international terrorism rise as Poseidon of the bottoms of the seas and to expire - yes, the terrorism will prevail -. Because the governments just offer us thieves, corrupt and destruction general, total. They are totalitarian democracies. Democratic crimes voted for in the elections that cross any endless history. Democracies appoints, sympathetic, tolerant with whom he does us terrible badly… the banks and bankers.

They were exceeded when they got to dirty, the love to vulgarize. They eclipsed him in the industrial dejects. They undressed him completely and they joined him the woman and they filmed us, they photographed us close to artificial idyllic landscapes, because the natural ones left in the bank sub primes. As well as the healthy children, that before they be born… they are already sick. Unhealthy bank civilization.

And continuum’s to make an effort in the study and in the work. Surrender us exemplary technicians, but never humans. But anything if it altered, the bosses didn't pay us, they stole us. Then we ended: for the life to continue is necessary a permanent revolution, arm or not. Because the world governments, presents, exterminate us. And we should riot yes! Before they finish us. Fear for something!? Of something!? Because died or alive, are we condemned.

Then, with so many presidents and prime ministers corrupt, crooked, wicked, thieves, lying. We decided, or better: we discovered the TRUTH. Everything is falsehood. Exams of believing… we didn't believe in them. So that we can live in peace will owe: at once we should extinguish the religion and the politicians. As they won't calmly go, for very violent days are waited. The hungry persons don't need banks, bankers and governments for us to survive. On the contrary. The war is declared. Let us struggle for the end of this society, of this civilization. Already all saw, we felt that the actual of the things kills us!

So much and so much cruelty that they did us and obstinately they do. They stole us the work, the lands, invaded us the homes, they surround us of poisonous gauzes for in the chirp us.

When we looked at any side, we only see occupation forces, foreigners or not. They did us, they increased in the more terrorists. The western democracies and USA, are experts in the formation, defeatists' production, terrorist. Everything that we have, wins honestly with many sacrifices, everything does, they invent for us to steal us. Are they to see?! Are we countless millions of terrorists, and did we seem not to exist. We will arrest them, to judge them and to condemn them again to the secular arm.

"Of future we will have a society with degraded political institutions, with an obsolete politics and a class of irresponsible managers. It is the collapse of the regime, it is something new that we didn't know and that will worry hereafter... there is No justice or it goes being done after the validity, but without punishment, in times after the death... "
In Bcp Crime

And everything that is truth, about the sun in the breaches of the concrete in the cities, and the more beautiful woman of all of the things: the green of the plants, the marine waves, agitating of wings of the birds, the calm of the rivers, brooks, streams and lakes. Forests and forests that courageously survive the just a species. The bankers and their damned banks.
This sociological building that they raised in the falsehood and in the cruelty, in the same way it will be destroyed.

My gentlemen… we are going to them!

Pic: http://www.elmundo.es/albumes/2009/02/06/max_ernst_semaine/index.html

The empire of the sorcery

Angola is alone for foreigners.

Tuia ko Mussulo Kossota o wanga ko Kaxito. We are going to Mussulo to look for the strong sorcery the sorcery of Kaxito.
In Ângela Ferrão

At this time the suffering of the population of the concentration camp of Luanda, is merciless. The rain falls heartless and abundant. He takes advantage the false engineers' false works, servants that still sip the true dollars that remain of the real treasure very well.

The waters invade the false city of the generals, and Gilgamesh is done present in a Luanda without direction, without sense, without prow. This is one more Luanda of the death. It is silent, human as the rage of the dogs and furious humans.

With conniving governments with any banker, idiot, saddlebag, any entrepreneur enriches from one day to the next. And those entrepreneurs cat-dripped have fun that will be published as of the richest of the world. It is evidenced that who enriches like this, the poor crowd impoverishes. Finally, any stupid is ruling, entrepreneur or banker.

The rulers of the nation’s world presents are not it. They are criminal highly dangerous.


Almost fifty years…

They are almost published fifty years ago, so many and so many spoken project’s. The short, the medium and long term. Always with surplus value… never any he took place, he will take place.

The victory of the hunger announced by the political commissaries of the economy of the crisis. At this time, the world is a horrible place to live. When the people are stupid, the rulers are smart.
And no longer have countries, nations existed. Only aberrations.
It is interesting to notice that on this time of total destruction, only the injustice works.

The politics actual is the art of as just with words, they are destroyed, they sink in the boat of the poverty of the hunger, nations, worlds.
And after the chaos economic, the Age of the Darkness.
What happens at present with the chaos economic world, it is the evident proof that the politicians and the politics don't have any value. Maybe those in the recycled garbage have some use, who knows.

What happens at present in the world economy, it is like other Vietnam.
The actual world crisis is as a soccer game, among depositing and bankers. At this time the bankers win for ten to zero.
When the militants militate in the economy, the country is of bikini briefs.
Without incomes, the slave cannot pay imposed.

Again the process of the revolutionary crisis, in that suddenly so many political commissaries appear, now contemplated medical democrats, for us to cure the crisis

Everything is turned. Now, good government is to empty the public safes. It is to alter constitutions for, already corpses, skeletons; they continue the seating bones in the armchairs of the power. Everything is shuffled. Already nobody knows what democracy is. The computer Matrix is there… it governs us.

Is there some legal war?

The human being's facet more subtle is the unhealthy betrayal, pathology of the reason. Flooded of scorers, her mind doesn't have flavour, nor colour.
I got ready for the fragility of the sleep of the night. Does God exist or does it subsist?
The shock of the humanism with the human jungle is as an infested sea of sharks.
Is there some legal war? Are the wars legal? Is to invade a country legal? No… it is the lethal lethargy.

We are properly prepared for we are neo-colonized. Servants serve medieval again.
Not having ideals humanists the nation’s dismays.
The Bible, the French Revolution and Marx promote in the History. Billions of deads testify us.
When the general budget of an absolute kingdom is approved, it is voted for the continuation of the poverty in the generality.
We are a factory of ambulatory garbage. Where arrived, we were, put down us, left everything sanded. Our minds manufacture dirt’s.

The population with dedication falsifies documents. It accomplishes the duty, the address of the executive power, forger to can.
The false power is narcotic, it numbs, and it falls asleep.
When the prices of the petroleum arise, the banks increase. When the prices lower too much, the banks decrease
There are people that ascend to the slavery. There are people that will always dominate.

I prefer a thousand times to live humiliate in the settlers' homeland of what to die to the hunger in my kingdom.
When a damned one dies get happy the hearts, because the cruelty decreased. It is short sun, another is born, and great cries and sadness are reborn.
The death proves that no there is nobody indispensable.
When a kingdom doesn't have highways, she travels on tiptoe.

The vulgar of us, about who doesn't know to do anything else, especially the lazy ones, it invents, it celebrates the dolce far niente.
Zebra, where do you go? Without feet, without legs, without skulls!
The infantile and juvenile behaviour is the adults' mirror THE behaviour zebra mirrors the other animals.
To survive, the easiest is to resell.
With words democratic spirit the next ruler is chosen, but what works with bravery is not chosen.

With so much prostitution and drug, it is not possible to move forward, to get better.
No longer there are instants, everything is distant.
The arrogance, inhumanity, disrespect for the human life, and the militarism of the USA, they strengthen the communism, Islamism and the terrorism.
A government is entitled of defending of the internal and external attacks.
Will valid elections be with generals in the power?

Global hunger

«The century XX delegated us great social simplifications. On a side, proposed of a widespread nationalization, with the central planning as beginning regulator, and a redeeming class, the proletariat; on another side, the exacerbated privatization, the invisible hand as regulation instrument, and other redeeming class, the bourgeoisie.

On behalf of these simplifications they were done, and they are still promoted, atrocities simply unacceptable for a civilized world. The fact of her to let to die of hunger and of other ridiculous causes 11 million children a year, when we have the resources technical, financial and organizational to solve the problem, it is a shock for the most elementary human decency. »

In Information for the citizenship and the maintainable development

Ladislau Dowbor

If I am hungry, and don't I have anything to eat, what badly did do? Because they don't give me food? Alive among people, or with irrational beings? I hope Zeus puts an end shortly to this. Some - the minority - they deserve to live. Most is for English to see. But, who does to live deserve?

Put our pictures there in your murals of the hunger, for they remember us. Of more victims than they tried to cross the walls inhumane of the shameful hunger, and they didn't get. Now they imposed us the modern fields of the concentration of the global hunger.

The day appears, it clears up, one plus, other time without hope. One more day of hunger. What will eat today? I don't know! We don't know, nobody knows, nobody wants to know. It is like this our life. It is this the legacy of the White man's civilization. Hunger! Always hunger! The civilization of the hunger. We are not part of the History, they lost us in her.

The wolves

When the hunger presses, the wolves get off the mountain. The humans say that they are animal very dangerous that should be depressed. Efforts are mobilized, the wild animals are famished, they defend to survive, the humans also. These humans destroyed the place where the wolves lived, and they ate. What difference does have between the wolves and the humans? Only one: the wolves lived peacefully before the humans to arrive. Will there be more dangerous wild animal than the human being? No, no there is!

Which is the species that deserves to be extinguished? "The biped ones! “ Which?

Those that take oath when the ring is put them in the finger that:

And after the marriage, of the love promises for a lifetime to her lover, they will exercise their weapons in the poor and defenceless animals to prove his virility.

For us to offer the hunt trophies, of the inglorious unhappiness. On that day pomp’s and villages are thrown. One nobler horseman was built. The Horsemen of the Temple rejoice. One more statue will be erected. The best, which more killed, which more hunger and suffering provoked… it receives as prize a statue.

During a thousand years, their followers will proclaim that he invented the love. Blood will be spilled, a thousand times unrestricted. All will lift their swords to the air and before oath they will say: this vein of the skies, and forever it will be blessed.

The animals think that the man is irrational

The ship pursued the destiny Atlantic Ocean, the sea that taught the men to navigate. Then they improved the ships and they reshipment, they were discovered with other people. He seemed unbelievable, but other people relating to springs that stepped existed surrounded incommensurable wealth.

With coveted eyes and dizzy heads were bent the exploiters before so many unexplored mountains of gold. Eldorados, islands charmed, mysterious cities of the gold, emeralds, diamonds, silver, petroleum, uranium. And they killed themselves, they were finished off and they killed. Human wealth, people… civilizations stroke with a swords, shootings, just because their gods were trees, rivers and earth. They were them superiors because they loved the Nature. Now the neo-exploiters are skinned and they skin. Skilful superficial stupid.

I revived, and I learned again to love, to develop the love of my God implanted in the illuminated tree of emeralds, irreplaceable green wealth.
I praised my inclinations Anfitrite, Ocean and Mentor for the pleasure of the improvised sushi. And come back us to our sounds, as if the sea understood, it participated mute and quiet.
- Mentor, my friend… I am not going in the footballs of the white balls, nor in the mellifluous politicians' politics.
- The author of FFF* is respected… the human being needs the proof of constant fire. As the great hypnotists of crowds, that they lead us to the final solution.
- The dogs are free, us no.
- Don't I understand?!
- They can bark, we lost that right.
- For that kennels exist.
- What is discrimination.
- Yes. There is no difference between the men and the dogs.
- There is one. They eat the same food.
- Then the criminals should be in the kennels, and the dogs in the men's prison.
- It is time of ending with that injustice.
- The man is not an animal.
- For right, the animals think that the man is irrational.

*FFF: Fado, popular Portuguese song. Futebol, football. Fátima, Pilgrimage place in Portugal.

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Penelope navigates in the immortal silence of the love

- I am fed up with this life shit and of the humans, I only want to return for
My immortal Penelope.

He saw her that Ulysses felt as stagnated boat. He wanted to navigate but it didn't get, because the rocks in earth are not compared to the of the sea. These are previsible, and the ones that are in earth have many unexpected tentacles. Good wind came Ulisses.
- To a lot of age he brings a lot of fatigue of many adventures. He arrived the hour of the rest. When Ithaca returns, I hope Penelope is not displeased when telling me I am not entitled to the old age pension, after so much to work, after so much to struggle, to fight and to fill the pockets of the other ones. That will be a great injustice. An entire work life… the old to arrive and not to have right the anything. Do they move the times? No! Who changes them, it is to increase the hunger that before existed, but now there are no seas that if they compare him. Always against the tide… of manners that I didn't see anything again, of bass, and to the surface of the oceans. A thing saw in earth, a thing that I never thought to see: the cruelty and the hunger increased so much, that nor Zeus can quantify him. Like this, what Zeus does forgive me and Apollo also… but with so much hunger, as it is that will have faith and to love my God?

It was noticed that Ulysses swells the sails, awaiting winds of good feature to do to the sail, in the constant escape of the sea for earth, of the earth for the sea. There is Sargassum Sea, in earth there are many businessmen. Ulysses knows that the man's destiny is the inhumanity.
- The civilizations are seaquakes. They emerge and they submerge… they appear and they disappear. It is this human being's tragic destiny. When he is born is inoffensive. Later, surrounded by the forces of the evil, I was instructed to destroy. They don't lack malefactors, teachers of the diabolical sciences. Never entrust the feelings to anybody, because in the times that run will be mocked. The human being only understands, he only answers with the language of the violence. He proclaims the damned extermination of the species, but nor all will perish. The wise person humanist will survive, later he will build a world new, free damned. Let to detest them, to reign on this time, because in the next flood they will never reign.

When it appears in the horizon a white dove full of bright light, it is the sign for the armies of the darkness move forward. They will come with crosses of blood in their fabrics, and their swords will be invisible. A great terror will fall about the nations that they will be undone, and a great red lake, of the colour of the blood, will cover the surface of the Earth. The children will run to their mothers' encounter, and they won't find them. The birds will be dye of red, nobody will escape from the divine fire.

He pleased me to call him apocalyptic prophet Ulysses, but I controlled. He feared that the fury of Achilles invaded him. Ulysses gives two violent punches in the table. It is heard the return of the shots, and the barking dogs. He laughs her, and speech for the waves of the moonlight, that flood the night of spread sails:
- Host, the beer flutters. Still in the lack a lot for us to arrive besides the profundities of the earth.
Mentor applauded. He revived more beer than it was moved happily in the look of the navigators. Ulysses refreshed:
- And nothing will remain of humanism, but the purification of the elect ones will survive. Those, the elect ones, will be forever the Blessed ones, and they will reign for ever and ever. The life is short, the love is long. He doesn't exist, it will never exist any powerful sword that it puts an end to him.

The one that believe will know the secrets of the Universe, and in this place the gold coins don't have value.

Foto: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ficheiro:JohnWilliamWaterhouse-PenelopeandtheSuitors(1912).jpg

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She begs in the nude street

She begs in the nude street without mirror to aim at me
Maybe tell me struggle again
And to kill

I lost the will, no longer I know how to love
Because my petroleum and diamonds
They were, they don't already here remain
They are a lot besides the sea

See what did me, and they didn't keep
The sounds that now feel, of the nude feet and extended hands
My name is for sale that lost feeling

As a small window, that not even that already have
And my name was the future… after of the year 2000
My future, my clock stopped, no longer it is used
In the programs turned without computer

Nor I began, I stopped, waiting the hour, delay to speak
I lost the escalade of the veil that leads me to the sky

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Corpses

The truck loses control. In the main rail two containers they are unbalance, they walk border out, and they rest at dock dries, where three vehicles receive death penalty without appeal to tribunal by arbitration. The populace with the very awake hunger thanks God for the draft of the day.
The money of the petroleum is the Terror of the French Revolution. A lot of money, many democrats, and many adventurers to give a help. A very rich nation with many poor, with few very rich.

The propaganda unconvinced walks her for the neighbourhoods in the ineffective retentive memory of to clear to the confused beaters electrics for they tie not threads, because they cause many fires and human carbonizations. Many cables electrics, guaranteed fires. At night, in the clumsy alcoholic torpor, it happens who supplies generator with candle of lit wax, and it is with the candle in the hand. The democracy is as an installation electric, she should have good circuit breakers.

A recurrent criminal of the cellular phones didn't get tired of the prison. The conniving mother favoured it, she paid to see him out of the grating. Mom got tired and he didn't loosen it. An uncle freed it. He arrived home much depreciated, and he asked the mother: "because you didn't remove me of the prison?” and he gave him a mercy shot.

Until the corpses they popularized… in this kingdom they are transported as vulgar merchandise.

Pic: Angola em fotos

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TO LIVE

Without formation, the slave frees continues in the servitude. Because without readings, without books, it is country without future.

To live, it is to listen it that you feudal it orders us, it ordered us. Because anything seedling, nothing changed. So many billions of dollars and the plague of the hunger expire, it convinces. So much time of the times lost at the parties of the football, and the new crowds are million fallen asleep, lost in the treachery of the African circus. And in the end they are chosen, medal him presidential heroes. To build stadiums is important, libraries and universities no, because it is very expensive, it is a waste of money, and he gives a lot of effort to form a picture. It is long many years, while a football player is formed in the street with a ball of rags. Later the formed pictures denounce our outrages. To the devil with them! To invoke the sorcery, here is our future wise person.

To live, it is after the liberation fight, freed them, no more they make manifestations, strikes, and they emit unfavourable opinions to the rulers. Because who goes against it will stop to the prison. The indulgence and support of the potentates are evidenced. The petroleum strengthens them the democracy, others have democratic elections of only one party. And where a lot of money is wasted, they always appear many democratic for us to help.

To live, it is to vote for and to await dully in the eternity that the things change. Of fact they always change, but they never get better. They are as the marine tides, they arise and they go down, they fill and they spill. The good democrats know him that is millenarian as the religion. And any difference doesn't exist between a political party and a Church suffering. Because all profess the same ideology: To can give money. The importance, the personal value of each one depends on the oil wells that possess. It is the more ostentation, luxury and unnecessary expenses more respected and feared will be among the crowds.

To live, it is to see all of the journalists in the prison… preferentially died, for the face generals I last eternally in the power. And all, especially all of them with any balanced thing in the head to sell, to deceive the destiny, and later to flee where, of the premature electoral fraud. To import alcohol is futurism, books never, never!

No, this is not to live! In the present battles nothing changed, it worsened, because the hunger, the poverty, the slavery, they multiplied. Technically the international experts that they receive rewards call, they affirm: “that is a boom of the economic development."
Will we never again have other Marx, other Che, and other Cohn-Bendit? Just some environmentalist? The revolutions ended, because the present’s minds are washed, genetically modified.

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Author and Philosopher, VOLTAIRE 1694 – 1778

“Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.”

Francois Marie Arouet (pen name Voltaire) was born on November 21, 1694 in Paris. Voltaire’s intelligence, wit and style made him one of France’s greatest writers and philosophers.

Young Francois Marie received his education at “Louis-le-Grand,” a Jesuit college in Paris where he said he learned nothing but “Latin and the Stupidities.” He left school at 17 and soon made friends among the Parisian aristocrats. His humorous verses made him a favorite in society circles. In 1717, his sharp wit got him into trouble with the authorities. He was imprisoned in the Bastille for eleven months for writing a scathing satire of the French government. During his time in prison Francois Marie wrote “Oedipe” which was to become his first theatrical success, and also adopted his pen name “Voltaire.”

In 1726, Voltaire insulted the powerful young nobleman, “Chevalier De Rohan,” and was given two options: imprisonment or exile. He chose exile and from 1726 to 1729 lived in England. While in England Voltaire was attracted to the philosophy of John Locke and ideas of mathematician and scientist, Sir Isaac Newton. He studied England's Constitutional Monarchy and its religious tolerance. Voltaire was particularly interested in the philosophical rationalism of the time, and in the study of the natural sciences. After returning to Paris he wrote a book praising English customs and institutions. It was interpreted as criticism of the French government, and in 1734 Voltaire was forced to leave Paris again.

At the invitation of a highly-intelligent woman friend, “Marquise du Chatelet,” Voltaire moved into her “Chateau de Cirey” near Luneville in eastern France. They studied the natural sciences together for several years. In 1746, Voltaire was voted into the “Academie Francaise.” In 1749, after the death of “Marquise du Chatelet” and at the invitation of the King of Prussia, “Frederick the Great,” he moved to Potsdam (near Berlin in Germany). In 1753, Voltaire left Potsdam to return to France.

In 1759, Voltaire purchased an estate called “Ferney” near the French-Swiss border where he lived until just before of his death. Ferney soon became the intellectual capital of Europe. Voltaire worked continuously throughout the years, producing a constant flow of books, plays and other publications. He wrote hundreds of letters to his circle of friends. He was always a voice of reason. Voltaire was often an outspoken critic of religious intolerance and persecution.

Voltaire returned to a hero’s welcome in Paris at age 83. The excitement of the trip was too much for him and he died in Paris. Because of his criticism of the church Voltaire was denied burial in church ground. He was finally buried at an abbey in Champagne. In 1791, his remains were moved to a resting place at the Pantheon in Paris.

In 1814, a group of “ultras” (a right-wing religious group) stole Voltaire’s remains and dumped them in a garbage heap. No one was the wiser for some 50 years. His enormous sarcophagus (opposite Rousseau’s) was checked and the remains were gone. (see Orieux, Voltaire, vol. 2 pp. 382-4.) His heart, however, had been removed from his body, and now lies in the Bibliotheque Nationale in Paris. His brain was also removed, but after a series of passings-on over 100 years, disappeared after an auction.

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Victor Hugo. A SUNSET (From "Feuilles d'Automne")

by: Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
LOVE the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,--
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.

This English translation of "A Sunset" was composed by Francis Thompson (1859-1907).

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