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.

sexta-feira, 4 de setembro de 2009

The Epic poem of the Darkness (16)

In the kingdom Jingola everything that is official and official-general is legal. Everything the plus, including the population, it is illegal.

It is mediocrity, when subjects are not approached with depth. The more the politicians speak, more they are studied and fewer listened. Many words many dreams. The brains of the listeners jump for another audience. They abandon the politicians of vertical body and horizontal soul. Black’s Africa illustration is a favourable adventure for adventurers. Always concordant with the rulers' simplicity. And the interlude of the poverty and of the hunger they continue in all of the moments, in the posters with gigantic pictures that deceive the elector’s voters. In them, the democratic words: where has bread and books, there is democracy.

To believe in the politicians is as living at a ready building to tumble. And they are so many (the buildings). As the generals in the power, widespread democracy, militarized. With two desires, two faces. Which of them, which of them?! Rude deliberate, good irresponsible, moulded and done condition. As monks in phalanstery’s and secret societies that they insist on moulding us, to dominate our minds. There are no good rulers, just men that execute the desire, the will of the people.

A scientist Jingola said that the population is famous for his illiteracy. That they were not entitled the instruction. That, and because of the hunger he discovered that they only used ten percent of the brain.

Don't I know how to distinguish if the water that drags the garbage is, or is the opposite?! Do I Sand, water and food. In the daily transfusion to the Nation, the boom of the cholera expanded thirty thousand infected and carnage of almost thousand. The action planned of the rains will publish the epidemic all of a sudden. In the avid earth for corpses, the cholera will decrease when the population makes scarce.

I took shelter in a container to it despairs her that the rain discouraged. To obtain such permission I bought a beer. I felt that my breathing was hindered due to the tobacco that vulcanise in the interior. Only two small windows in the ends veiled the airing. I moved for the closest, it was, it seemed the tobacco of Vesuvius. I looked at the youth that faked to be used. I tried to defend.
- Of where come so much tobacco?
- Of the generators.
- We will die intoxicated. I suppose that there is delight in this.
- It is that! One is of the general, the other belongs to an upstart of the bakery. Already I grumble, gave me the importance of the contempt. Kingdom governed by generals is like this. I arose to the sanitary gods' castle, they threatened me with the death. The threats became so vulgar. I believe that should change the name for kingdom of the threats. This people are like Napoleon, he is everything of them, and they think that they are invincible.
- New settlers, new mentors.
- One more African field of the death, one more quilombo of skulls.

The eyes began me to burn, the throat to condescend. I fled for under an awning that served as house to two families that were without house. It was destroyed by a prince to build a mansion. He could take shelter of the rain was done expense. There was only beer. The rain appeased. Of here to Thule, more or less in Viana, I will have to turn back about twenty kilometres.

Image: Angola em fotos

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