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, 21 de outubro de 2009

The Epic poem of the Darkness (45)

Per moments the silence reigned. The seen moon of the only and small window seemed to float at random in the sky. He insisted on challenging, to show that the night is ephemeral, and only reminded because it launches hugs sleepy, hypnotic. Until a fearless warrior like Ulysses doesn't resist to the horizontal tumbles, of the bed without matrimonial spaces. Ulysses lives momentary in the sleep, in the eternal dream of a distressing Penelope. Mentor, mint the mint and it perfumes the words:
- That my friend's longings Ulysses. I see him, I know that it is a sweet dream. It is one more of their cunnings. You are you Ulysses… now I already understand because it felt the pleasant noise of the waves of the sea… that accompany us with his mysterious melody from being born to die. You are you the origin of the whelks, of that permanent whisper leaned to the ear, and forever unalterable.
- I am fed up with this life shit and of the humans, I only want to return for my immortal Penelope.

He saw her that Ulysses felt as stagnated boat. He wanted to navigate but it didn't get, because the rocks in earth are not compared to the of the sea. These are foreseeable, and the ones that are in earth has many unexpected tentacles. Good wind came Ulysses.
- To a lot of age he brings a lot of fatigue of many adventures. He arrived the hour of the rest. When Ithaca returns, I hope Penelope is not displeased when telling me I am not entitled to the old age pension, after so much to work, after so much to struggle, to fight and to fill the pockets of the other ones. That will be a great injustice. An entire work life… the old to arrive and not to have right the anything. Do they move the times? No! Who changes them, it is to increase the hunger that before existed, but now there are no seas that if they compare him. Always against the tide… of manners that I didn't see anything again, of bass, and to the surface of the oceans. A thing saw in earth, a thing that I never thought to see: the cruelty and the hunger increased so much, that nor Zeus can quantify him. Like this, what Zeus does forgive me and Apollo also… but with so much hunger, as it is that will have faith and to love my God?

It was noticed that Ulysses he filled the candles, awaiting winds of good feature to do to the candle, in the constant escape of the sea for earth, of the earth for the sea. There is Seaweed Sea, in earth there are many businessmen. Ulysses knows that the man's destiny is the inhumanity.
- The civilizations are seaquakes. They emerge and they submerge… they appear and they disappear. It is this the human being's tragic destiny. When he is born is inoffensive. Later, surrounded by the forces of the evil, I was instructed to destroy. They don't lack malefactors, teachers of the diabolical sciences. Never entrust the feelings to anybody, because in the times that run will be mocked. The human being only understands, he only answers with the language of the violence. He proclaims the damned extermination of the species, but nor all will perish. The wise person humanist will survive, later he will build a world new, free damned. Let to detest them, to reign on this time, because in the next flood they will never reign. When it appears in the horizon a white dove full of bright light, it is the sign for the armies of the darkness move forward. They will come with crosses of blood in their fabrics, and their swords will be invisible. A great terror will fall about the nations that they will be undone, and a great red lake, of the colour of the blood, will cover the surface of the Earth. The children will run to their mothers' encounter, and they won't find them. The birds will be spotted of red, nobody will escape from the divine fire.

He pleased me to call him apocalyptic prophet Ulysses, but I controlled. He feared that the fury of Achilles invaded him. Ulysses gives two violent punches in the table. They are heard the return of the shots and barking of the dogs. He laughs her, and speech for the waves of the moonlight, that flood the night of spread candles:
- Host, the beer flutters. Still in the lack a lot for us to arrive besides the profundities of the earth.

Image: Angola em fotos

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