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.

terça-feira, 29 de setembro de 2009

The Epic poem of the Darkness (36)

- Mentor, before here to fall wet the feet in the library of Spleen. I Read texts on Jingola that they surprised me. I summarized them:
Jingola hate the people, they compare them to dogs and cats because they dislike these encourage. They like mice, of the sorcery, of virus and ghosts. They learned how to not to trust in anybody. The one that more hates is her shadow. Affirm that it is a terror. Convicts, say that they invented her, they discovered.
- Hum! Any in his millenarian superstition sees shadows in her everyday one. It is as getting up very early, to go for the work and to return the house at night. Billions of human beings they turned off the marks that their brains atrophied. They don't get to think, and they are attempted, there he appears the message in TV, because it is the first thing that they do when they arrive the house. The message is unalterable: lie down, because tomorrow it is day of work. Get up, it is time to go for the work. They exemplify with an American that affirms: I was born to enrich as entrepreneur, or to be a famous man, working a lot gets him. They omit that him little or nothing slept, and that it ended in the psychiatry, in the psychology with pain of the soul, or he died from heart attack. They are libraries of dynamic connection, they arrive to the work with a built-in chip in the brain. Very submissive as the opposition Jingola, don't inconvenience, they don't think. If some gets to remove the chip, he begins to think, he riots… demanding better thought conditions. It is accused soon of senzaleiro (badly educated) of the ideas incendiaries, no patriot and judged briefly and for a sent gulag.
- Of revolt like Ulysses in a marine gulag, because Penelope transcends the love. Ulysses will love in the turn of the sea.
- When going and to return of the work in the sea confused, countless irreversible hours they are granted to the traffic automobile. And to get up at four o'clock, five of the morning… those hours are not paid. The worker begins to work as soon as he gets up of the bed, that should be pay.
- Don't they pay reason?
- Because just four classes exist in the society. President, minister, director and the… Lemures.

In the slave quarter, the senzaleiras are snuffed. Them and the mice shipwreck in the smallness of the alley. A senzaleira without time to scratch, is leaned in the remaining fencing. She adjusts the crisp hair, it arranges the cloth, it expels the flies with the mateba (broom). She appeals excited:
- That my shame God! The mammy's Ó caçulinha (the newest of the children) brings the brush and the toothpaste! I will interview in the radio!
To super-woman's speed the decayed teeth are brushed. The toothpaste didn't accomplish her mission because it was not noticed change in the dental whitish. It was of I manufacture idle. The reporter beat with the foot in the ground, pressed by the studios that wanted and they didn't know if they should spill the sack of the publicity for the vacuum. The lady tops the breath renewed in the microphone.
- Ready! I can bite!
- My lady, good morning!
- Yes, good morning!
- As he calls himself?
- Teresa Maka (fight).
- So much commotion, reason?
- Since the morning four that we are with this, more we didn't get to fall asleep.

Image: Angola em fotos

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