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.

segunda-feira, 11 de maio de 2009

The Cave

Is "Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa militant of MPLA? " "No!.. it is unemployed."

This is good! Without electrical energy, is there economic development?
The great depression announces herself with force uncommon, supernatural. In Luanda the electrical energy left. Innovation is not for anybody, it is not?! Doesn’t she get to work? She doesn’t manage to do anything, clear. Also for something! Illuminated for the caves, we continued arrested in the Marxist-Leninist rope. Our road is only a… for the bottom.

Bank Millennium Angola, recruits trainees for robbery of lands.

Here Angola! A paradise where any recession, depression (but after all the one what is this!?) will it win us, and much less it will convince us.

As it is possible to trust this people, if all have two irresponsible faces. Smuggled and systematic cripples.

And the disturbing snore, death rattle, of the motorcycles continues in the nights of the medieval darkness of the Geena. And where there is no law, the disordered jungle is imposed, enlarged… the fools' jungle.

With our petroleum and diamonds… we went too far. To work the earth?! Gosh! He gives a lot of work, to commission is so easy.

And to deceive the incautious, new words for us to designate old thing.

And it was the corruption of the petroleum of Angola that didn't ferment and it corrupted the bread of Portugal. And he sank definitively of well in ditch oil-producing. And when a nation weakens, the adventurers strengthen.

And the days of the darkness oil-producing waive us, they press in the heavy ones as dense lead.

But, where are the poet’s Angolan bunglers?

Because not to give the administration and maintenance of the system electrical that it supplies Luanda, for instance, to Siemens?

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