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.

sábado, 25 de abril de 2009

Depression



The subject is not the extermination of the Nature but, like she reacts, as he will react. As he will take revenge.

Tonsillitis epidemic and poliomyelitis silenced and it paralyzed the political opposition
In Aquiline Ribeiro saying: “intelligent men, with good culture politicize and juridical, they don't pass of that". "Impostors that read Shakespeare… they like this the great actor’s"

The Government that doesn't sit down, has eyes, and he doesn't see
Blind in the palaces doctrinal, government, with books that are never open
In the visible continuation of the age of the darkness
The Nature develops, the men get lost in the vegetation
Of the gentle forests, that force
To live in the luxury and in the superfluous expenses, it is also a crime against the humanity

The weapons are the symbol of the power. The unarmed minds are valuable for the democracy
To vote for it is necessary that there are voters
There to be voters it is necessary that there are elections
There to be elections it is necessary that there is democracy
There to be democracy it is lawful to get off the illicit power

To abandon footballs and other snails
To erect schools, universities, with good teachers for the poverty to finish
Without university freedom doesn't exist. The lack of culture of the hunger exists.

Pic: http://www.elmundo.es/albumes/2009/02/09/sombra_reivindicada/index.html

sexta-feira, 24 de abril de 2009

Pagans



Jingola concluded the inaptness of the religion of the interior life. God expanded the sky and the earth, later it hired Devil to create the Man. Therefore: the wild animals live in the cities, the civilized animals in the jungles. They improve utensils, they invent, and they renew discoveries. New diseases, new epidemics appear. They are finished off more and more, with new weapons.

Alarmed, I certify that we didn't develop: we manufactured the children as set down in the physical anthropology. The original habit: we kissed each other and we caressed in the anthropological. There is nothing again in the cosmic egg.

Explorers of the robbery and of the death, I begin and end of the idealism subjective. Then, what usefulness does have the human being? To be born, to destroy, to kill. A tame lunatic nicknamed him Homo sapiens. The correct name is: Homo Credo quia absurdum, (Man has faith for being absurd).

God is the Man's imagination. He only exists when necessary, he appears and it disappears. We always went and we will be pagans. It lacks in the courage for admitting.

segunda-feira, 20 de abril de 2009

Democratic wealth


Always with the interruptions of water and electric energy. The whites took these things with them, they bewitched.

Everything that is a thief is to be in Luanda. The saint’s alliances justify him, patronages don't lack them.

It is heard the noise a lot of breaking walls… always… in the daytime and at night. To rest, to sleep… it is luck. It is easy to see where go… we are already… gladiators in the rights of Angolan arenas.

We voted for, we chose and we returned to the time of the popular power. Who believes that the foreigners are here to help is us short-sighted. Foreigner that here arrives is to steal, to attract for children and to go on a trip sexual.
I help!!!

I asked to borrow some cashes without interests
That they remained from the writing to pencil of the unconstitutional republic
Cookies, sweets, elastic tablets, cigarettes
Then gaseous. Drunk alcoholic no. Drunk gets complicated
It was what bought, and in the hands and head I carried
I arrived, I had a lot of luck, and the thieves were collateral
I diffused in a crossbar, I cleaned her and in her I arranged the sale
I was stocking hidden at the grotto of entrance of the building

A neighbouring luxury, of those of the democratic wealth
Upstarts of the recently-discovered oil-producing wells
They get complicated a lot with me, with my poverty
That I make garbage that it is contrary to her nature
They are very suspicious, fearsome, they live in the insecurity
Of the venality, immorality, they depend on armed safety
Of the illicitness of the goods regimented against nature

sábado, 18 de abril de 2009

Florence Nightingale



Florence Nightingale, the daughter of the wealthy landowner, William Nightingale of Embly Park, Hampshire, was born in Florence, Italy, on 12th May, 1820. Her father was a Unitarian and a Whig who was involved in the anti-slavery movement. As a child, Florence was very close to her father, who, without a son, treated her as his friend and companion. He took responsibility for her education and taught her Greek, Latin, French, German, Italian, history, philosophy and mathematics.

At seventeen she felt herself to be called by God to some unnamed great cause. Florence's mother, Fanny Nightingale, also came from a staunch Unitarian family. Fanny was a domineering woman who was primarily concerned with finding her daughter a good husband. She was therefore upset by Florence's decision to reject Lord Houghton's offer of marriage. Florence refused to marry several suitors, and at the age of twenty-five told her parents she wanted to become a nurse. Her parents were totally opposed to the idea as nursing was associated with working class women.

Florence's desire to have a career in medicine was reinforced when she met Elizabeth Blackwell at St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London. Blackwell was the first woman to qualify as a doctor in the United States. Blackwell, who had to overcome considerable prejudice to achieve her ambition, encouraged her to keep trying and in 1851 Florence's father gave her permission to train as a nurse.

Florence, now thirty-one, went to Kaiserwerth, Germany where she studied to become a nurse at the Institute of Protestant Deaconesses. Two years later she was appointed resident lady superintendent of a hospital for invalid women in Harley Street, London.

In March, 1853, Russia invaded Turkey. Britain and France, concerned about the growing power of Russia, went to Turkey's aid. This conflict became known as the Crimean War. Soon after British soldiers arrived in Turkey, they began going down with cholera and malaria. Within a few weeks an estimated 8,000 men were suffering from these two diseases.

When Mary Seacole heard about the cholera epidemic she travelled to London to offer her services to the British Army. There was considerable prejudice against women's involvement in medicine and her offer was rejected. When The Times publicised the fact that a large number of British soldiers were dying of cholera there was a public outcry, and the government was forced to change its mind. Nightingale volunteered her services and was eventually given permission to take a group of thirty-eight nurses to Turkey.

Nightingale found the conditions in the army hospital in Scutari appalling. The men were kept in rooms without blankets or decent food. Unwashed, they were still wearing their army uniforms that were "stiff with dirt and gore". In these conditions, it was not surprising that in army hospitals, war wounds only accounted for one death in six. Diseases such as typhus, cholera and dysentery were the main reasons why the death-rate was so high amongst wounded soldiers.

Military officers and doctors objected to Nightingale's views on reforming military hospitals. They interpreted her comments as an attack on their professionalism and she was made to feel unwelcome. Nightingale received very little help from the military until she used her contacts at The Times to report details of the way that the British Army treated its wounded soldiers. John Delane, the editor of newspaper took up her cause, and after a great deal of publicity, Nightingale was given the task of organizing the barracks hospital after the battle of Inkerman and by improving the quality of the sanitation she was able to dramatically reduce the death-rate of her patients.

Although Mary Seacole was an expert at dealing with cholera, her application to join Florence Nightingale's team was rejected. Mary, who had become a successful business woman in Jamaica, decided to travel to the Crimea at her own expense. She visited Nightingale at her hospital at Scutari but once again Mary's offer of help was refused.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Mary Seacole started up a business called the British Hotel, a few miles from the battlefront. Here she sold food and drink to the British soldiers. With the money she earned from her business Mary was able to finance the medical treatment she gave to the soldiers.

Whereas Florence Nightingale and her nurses were based in a hospital several miles from the front, Mary Seacole treated her patients on the battlefield. On several occasions she was found treating wounded soldiers from both sides while the battle was still going on.

In 1856 Florence Nightingale returned to England as a national heroine. She had been deeply shocked by the lack of hygiene and elementary care that the men received in the British Army. Nightingale therefore decided to begin a campaign to improve the quality of of nursing in military hospitals. In October, 1856, she had a long interview with Queen Victoria and Prince Albert and the following year gave evidence to the 1857 Sanitary Commission. This eventually resulted in the formation of the Army Medical College.

To spread her opinions on reform, Nightingale published two books, Notes on Hospital (1859) and Notes on Nursing (1859). With the support of wealthy friends and John Delane at The Times, Nightingale was able to raise £59,000 to improve the quality of nursing. In 1860, she used this money to found the Nightingale School & Home for Nurses at St. Thomas's Hospital. She also became involved in the training of nurses for employment in the workhouses that had been established as a result of the 1834 Poor Law Amendment Act.

Nightingale held strong opinions on women's rights. In her book Suggestions for Thought to Searchers after Religious Truths (1859) she argued strongly for the removal of restrictions that prevented women having careers. Read by John Stuart Mill, it influenced his book on women's rights, The Subjection of Women (1869).

Nightingale was also strongly opposed to the passing of the Contagious Diseases Act. However, Nightingale was unwilling to become involved in the campaign led by Josephine Butler to get this legislation repealed. Nightingale preferred working behind the scenes to get laws changed and disapproved of women making speeches in public.

Women such as Elizabeth Garrett Anderson and Sophia Jex-Blake were disappointed by Nightingale's lack of support for women's doctors. Nightingale had doubts at first about the wisdom of this campaign and argued that it was more important to have better trained nurses than women doctors.

In later life Florence Nightingale suffered from poor health and in 1895 went blind. Soon afterwards, the loss of other faculties meant she had to receive full-time nursing. Although a complete invalid she lived another fifteen years before her death in London on 13th August, 1910.

http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/REnightingale.htm
Foto: http://www.gazellebookservices.co.uk/Military/originals/Military/19th%20Century/Florence%20Nightingale%20and%20the%20Crimean%20War.jpg

quarta-feira, 15 de abril de 2009

Can a slave be free?


They were compensated, knowingly deceived with the freedom of the enfranchisement letter. The subject is: can a slave be free? No! It passes of a slavery for other. The slave is free but it is not freed, he doesn't get to survive, because they didn't give him access the any instruction, the any profession.

He should demand that privilege. But as, if he doesn't know how to read, he doesn't know how to write. In this condition of the Movements of Liberation, to free be to neo-to enslave, for neo-colonialism. The Movements of Liberation free half dozen, their bosses, her tribe. They pass to the condition of new bosses of new slaves.

This that happened with Black's Africa independence was. Educated African opportunists in the White civilization, struggled for the independence, they promised well-being to their people, they ran with the settlers, later they remembered that the Whites before they be banished, they should be some time, for us to leave the Blacks the necessary professions, to maintain the countries in the normality.

Anyway the White civilization supported that abandonment. They knew with sarcasm, that an inapt crowd of slaves would satisfy the continuation of their desires. In the colonial administration some fell crumbs, in the neo-colonialism, that initials stopped existing. It was substituted for other: the profit of the spilling. It is easier, he neither gives work nor nuisances to explore. It is for that that it is said that the hunger is not white, it is black.

quinta-feira, 9 de abril de 2009

PEPETELA. The mystery of the Chinese passports


The colonialism and the slavery still didn't end not. It is urgent the foundation of another movement of liberation of Angola… of world liberation movements.

Very mysterious, Pepetela only to notice in the announcements of the Newspaper of Angola Jornal de Angola the mystery of the Chinese passports, it is not?!
He didn't see the mystery of the announcements for unjustified abandonment of the service. Will it be that they died from hunger? Were they murdered? Concerning you they fled because the bosses wanted to use them lying in the beds. This thing of sexual blockade is so normal, so institutional.

Also the mystery of the announcements of so much company of real estate speculation. The market has such inundation of this scoria, it doesn't arrive for all clear, that it is explained like this part-marry him and the robbery of lands. In another way they don't survive.

And the announcements of electric generators? Rude business is not?! Is the electrical energy abandoned for to invoice in the generators?!
And the funereal announcements? How many didn't Pepetela repair died murder victims? And how many and did how many die from hunger?

Didn't Pepetela also notice that the newspaper only announces, does it flatter a party, always the same, because it will be?
Finally he notices although the friend Pepetela only purchase the Newspaper of Angola Jornal de Angola because of the announcements and to wrap the garbage. Me also.

Pic: http://www.fotosearch.com.br/PDS140/73092596/

quarta-feira, 8 de abril de 2009

To govern is a crime


Luanda. - GRN, Cabinet of National Reconstruction, of the Presidency of the Republic of Angola, maintains since the 21 of March of 2008 in private jail, three youths accused of the robbery of a vehicle. In Radio Station to Wake up.

The imperial dictatorships are as invasions of mosquitoes that prick us, they pursue us, they are in force us, they suck us the blood day and night.

In the reality the neoliberalism is a rude copy of the communist dictatorship of the proletariat. It is the most merciless disguise of the most barbaric communism.

I don't know when I will return to the civilization.

They impress the crimes that the government gangs submit in the populations. Colonels and generals in the power generate death. Human generators that intoxicate us, kill us with the tobaccos of their human’s powers.

The acts of the government are crimes daily, constant. Nowadays to govern is an agent pure crime. When illiterate populations vote for, he necessarily leaves an illegitimate government, of illiterates.

Everything is so habitual, so normal because finally all the world criminals joined and they took the power. And not there is anybody what drops them (?).

The biological corrosion of the dictatorial steel of the oppression leads us to the following conclusion: for us to free is us pressing the creation of a new movement of liberation of Angola… of world movements of liberation.

Pic: http://www.elmundo.es/albumes/2009/02/09/sombra_reivindicada/index.html



terça-feira, 7 de abril de 2009

The basilica of the more thirty and such years


It is that, nor those that struggled took a risk the life for putting in the power, they respect. On the contrary, they despise us. What people is this?!

We lived for at any moment
we die
For here the level of cruelty left the limit
A lot of human destruction will happen, it will come

And destroying found our rail
of our road without future
We leaned ourselves in the walls in ruins
and we fell. No more we got up

The number of the youths with luxury cars arises
It was foreseen in the General Budget of the State
The power of the money sold
He won the weakness of the love

They will return, nothing will change
Again you eat us bogeys
Of the crowds
Plus five hundred years of superstition
With basilica, with curse

He came with the habitual curse
And he doesn't know, nor does it interest him
That he already did died and wounded
How many more he will leave, he will abandon
will he kill?

And the hosts' personal fortunes
They will be blessed
Because there will be many surpluses
To corrupt the papal to can
For the basilica to raise

The regiment papal scout
He competes, rival with the presidential
Two regiments that get confused
In the reality they are only one
Of the same dictatorship

There is no difference among the dictatorship of the sky
and the one of the earth


Picture: weekly publication in Luanda, O País

segunda-feira, 6 de abril de 2009

Meditating. Democratic army


This opposition is as the rocks in the marine margins. Submissive, laziness is left, to beat for the waves that beat strong, of Mpla. Passive rocks buried in the sand, they pick it sunbathings.

The democracy is as the electrical current. Only flow if good drivers exist. When there are many short circuits, it is because the installation is fragile. The fuses found at any moment and the opposition extinguishes, it darkens.

It is also as believers hopelessly kneeling and they say it current eternity.

The democracy in the world is still very incipient. I don't know which her usefulness is because it doesn't get to win his worst enemy: the dictatorship of the pollution.

The democratic wind is very cold, frozen. Then, in an infested country, corroded for generals, is impossible the democracy to work. It is a motorized democracy, monitored, militarized, always formed, and stopped soldierly. It is a democratic army, without exercise.

The medicines of the dictatorships poison the democracy.

quinta-feira, 2 de abril de 2009

Impression Nascent Sun


Everything is wrong and however one persists in the mistake.

The galloping tuberculosis enrolled in the picture of the epidemics. In the hospital, the available places are unavailable.
In spite of some new focuses, the cholera, was said, no longer had it scared. It equips it doctor affirmed that it would be extinguished in the next five years.

This is world of dinosaurs, stone beings with minds of incoherent sources, that they disable the validity of the light natural, cerebral. Hollow of line it lasts… fish us in her insanity. Shocks are prescribed in the dark fabrics but, the encephalons insist that depend on his uselessness… perfectionists of the Murphy's Law.

Lacking, believers in the for life power stay skeletal to the death, to disorder. Disuse they the guilty conscience, they don't advance young substitutes' formation. They become tired in the creation of jobs, in the opportunities to the rejuvenated gray mass. The bridges tumble, the one of the power no.

The most powerful man and the weakest man don’t have the same importance. The weakest man is more important, because at any moment it drops the most powerful man.

My best friend is the silence of the odour of the embalmed forest sanctity, of the admitted laments, convinced. My enemies are the other four horsemen of the apocalypse: the real estate speculators, the lawyer, the doctor, and the agent mortuary. But, my largest fear is to be burned for heresy.
We believed, we defended resolutions, revolutions, and later we let to crawl in the current of the hateful poverty

They educated me, they taught me, they re-educated me that the Western civilization is superior. Later I discovered with lonely smiles, the all was harmed. I didn't produce statues, or other works of art, because my beauty, the purism in my ways, is rebirths for the artist’s lovers of the superior’s primitivisms. My civilization is inferior in the technology, but it is superior in my Impression of Nascent Sun.

quarta-feira, 1 de abril de 2009

A thing is impossible steal us… the hunger


There are thirty three years that MPLA colonizes us, it saddens us a lot, because it steals us the dreams and he sells them to the neo-colonialism.

The atmosphere that we lived is again perfectly colonial. We have to insist on our liberation. Our life, our destinies, are the eternal fight against the oppression of a small Historical group, that obstinately thinks everything belongs them.
Gil Gonçalves

«The colonial society understands the foreigners of metropolitan origin, that is, of the country settler, the Europeans or of no-metropolitan white race and the not European, usually of Asian origin, the coloured or colour men. The groups don't play the same part in the colony but each one of them has pre-eminence on the autochthonous ones. The one of metropolitan origin is it more assets, because it fits to him the function of dominating politics, economical and spiritually.

Their attributions can be classified in the following way: the administration drives the colony according to the colonial politics; the commercial and industrial companies assume the exploration of the production, similar of organizing the profits in benefit of the metropolis, called process of pillage of the dominated society; finally, the Christian missions, entrusted of the education of those colonized, of the conversion of their souls and of her progressive direction to the ruler's universe. The whites no metropolitan and the Asians (coloured) they are devoted to intermediate" commercial activities. (MUNANGA, 1988: 10-11) »

In http://www.espacoacademico.com.br/013/13cpraxedes.htm

Dear! It will always be welcome in this raft of the love.
It is like this MPLA has just renewed the same neo-colonialism, project to the Nation.

They came to rediscover the wealth, the smell of the life of the soil
After Gondwanaland fallen rain
And of my scream of victory of the eagle
When hovering in the heights, to go down and to hunt the prey

Without bitterness
In the silent sound, current of the water of the river
Shaded for the foliages green, billowing
Of the birds, in the ships nidifys. Then he deforested

El Che arrived, he left, it didn't free me

My friend Countess of Mount Christ taught me
He uses Mona Lisa's smile and wait until you get to recover
Everything that they harassed us
They stole, they steal us, and they assault us. Stay us invisibles, transparent

A thing is impossible steal us… the hunger