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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