I revived, and I learned again to love, to develop the love of my God implanted in the illuminated tree of emeralds, irreplaceable green wealth.
I praised my inclinations Anfitrite, Ocean and Mentor for the pleasure of the improvised sushi. And we returned to our sounds, as if the sea understood, it participated mute and quiet.
- Mentor, my friend… I am not going in the footballs of the white balls, nor in the mellifluous politicians' politics.
- The author of FFF is respected… the human being needs the proof of constant fire. As the great hypnotists of crowds that they lead us to the final solution.
- The dogs are free, us no.
- I don't understand.
- They can bark, we lost that right.
- For that kennels exist.
- What is discrimination!
- Yes! There is no difference between the men and the dogs.
- There is a, they eat the same food.
- Then the criminals should be in the kennels and the dogs in the men's prison.
- It is time of ending with that injustice.
- The man is not an animal.
- For right, the animals think that the man is irrational.
Even without thunderstorm I listen many thunders. Those that leave the escapes of the motorcycles. Those same ones, the one of the White civilization. When the tobacco comes out white is good. When darkness is bad. It is contrary to the White god's purposes.
A god with colours: Black, white, red, yellow… a god for each colour, for each people, for each race. Ah, the humans, only they could invent a thing like this. Ah… so tired of these things I am, that no longer I know what am. The relativity of the time generated me and it parked me in the harvest of the published, grandiose ecological disaster. No matter how much it tries I don't adapt to the terrestrial railway sleeper.
When will I return to the nebula comet? There are endless years wait that they come to rescue me. I disable myself in this planet. In the another he lived so happily… with my parents in the family fraternity. I don't know, I come undone because I am unable to understand. I want to return, take me!
In the world of the inhuman ones I will only die, abandoned, nobody will tie me. For something… it is not necessary. They only think about the money. If that is lives, that my God, my Green angel hears me him not to abandon me him to transport me.
I AM TO ALERT FOR THE DIRECTION THAT THEY WANT TO TAKE US.
He is not the boy, they are not the rains, volcanoes, hurricanes, typhoons, seaquakes, earthquakes - this always happened, and it will happen - they are the damned ones political that in the they mismanage, that they want his alone world. LET US RENOUNCE MORE TO LIVE WITH BUILDERS OF WALLS.
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