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.

quarta-feira, 15 de julho de 2009

The Epic poem of the Darkness (11)

I don't remember who told me that: The organized dictatorship gives us some bread, but it remove us the freedom. The democracy gives us the freedom remove us the bread and it freezes us the bank accounts.

Maybe be mere conjecture of politicians that habitually drive us to the misfortune. I remember his propaganda: The political program didn't sound out of tune, it was summarized: we "want our money! "

I saw that if they spent million, billions of dollars in the soccer players' purchase. And the hungry persons in the lawn fields felt at Olympus, invited by their gods of the ball.

I never imagined a kingdom, with coup d'état daily, permanent.

The cruelty won't triumph. We have to squeeze the infamy.

He ends that: if I don't get to survive in a world of absurd cruelty, it is because I am autistic.

The largest mistake than I committed in my life… it went to have trusted the human beings. Then, I began in search of the lost love.

That love Borgiano in that: all of the points of the love are contained in only one point.

Of where come the thought? How do they arise the loving passions?

In the human being, in the mistake of the Creation, of the evolution. And they continue to produce millions of machines for us to destroy us.

The planet Earth was happy, organized, until that the such thing that somebody remembered to call human being appeared. The species that only thinks about destroying to the arrival.

To be discovered the origin of the creative thought will be immortal.

In search of the origin of the creative thought… it is so distant, it is so close, it is here to my side, so close of me… it is the love. We thought because we loved.

Our fellow creatures got a notable feat, worthy of his species. They prohibited to enjoy us of the pleasures of the Nature

The animals respect the human beings, these are despised immense. They are exterminated, they abate everything that moves. We are the first of her list. They have the genetic fatality, as the worshipers of the Evil, that they seat immense happiness in seeing to suffer his fellow creature. This is part of his genetic code that it is: 000 or 0,000.

In 1835, Thomas Babington Macaulay, decided to end with the literary values of India. He intended his millenarian inheritance to disappear of the civilization.

An English commander exterminated several Indian tribes during the American colonization, with the virus of the smallpox in blankets.

Let us make the man to our image, accordingly to our similarity;

And it created the man to her image:

Fructify and multiply, and fill the earth, and subject her;

The horrible that it exists in the dictatorships, it is separating of the families. They seat immense pleasure, in destroying everything to be family bows.

There is who thinks to remove the genes of the cruelty to the birth.

The Humanity's History is the history of the human jungle.

The one that some men invent, for us to dominate the other ones, it cannot be taken seriously. As the apocalyptic vision… everyday, of Christ's second arrival, eternally postponed.

Naively I asked a doctor friend, because it is that the famous heart surgeon, Dr. Christiaan Barnard, died of a heart attack. He answered me: "With the age, the heart gets old… it accomplished his mission."


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