- When it arrives to Iberia, later I leave for Armórica… I have a cousin there. Finally… I return to the civilization… of the food.
… Just tracks. Formerly the people rioted, now not. They are tired, submissive, frustrated. The intellectuals disappeared… many pseudo-intellectuals that drive the societies appeared. It is fantastic to see as everyone follows them. They remind Julio Cesar to subdue the Celtic ones.
The Mentor is to the fishing. He throws the fishhook without bait, it collects him, he throws him again. That patience of Job. Fishhook without bait… it should be fishing of crazy. Oh, after all it beats well. He fished a very big one. He becomes conceited:
- It is a gold one! I will make sushi.
Calm Ulysses gets confused with the sea. Maybe because Penelope flies, hug and give him sweet calm. Conversation goes, conversation comes.
- Where he smells on business, immediately they appear the men.
Mentor it is inconvenienced in the cut of fine slices, tender, fresh, of the quartered fish. He gives manoeuvre whistle:
- It is soccer… it is lacked integration, concentration and psychic force, he gets lost the battle.
- No, it cannot be. God that created the Man was not, that aberration, that imperfection, that monstrosity. We are dominated, governed by the demon there are more than two thousand years. This is the true. The founder… the founders, the followers of the Church, are… Satan. He is here, he sits down, he moves, it dominates us. Here is because the world is at the end, in the chaos. Satan is on the whole side, nobody gets to escape him. We are tied, we lived the last days of the cruelty. Satan triumphed.
They remained silent. That fortune. Far away from house, in the marine solitude the thought is more sagacious. He perfectly discourses. In the conviviality of the verbosity human it is almost, or else impossible to think. Today, the human madness created her best discovery: the noise. Therefore the brains have been so decadent, gotten untidy, that they don't get to reflower. I was without complex and I exposed myself to Mentor:
- Mentor, I accompany you because I don't believe in the intellectuals Jingolas, they put me fear, and they are false, opportunists, terrifying. But, I believe that it was always like this from the origins, from that affected when our ancestral ones lived at the caves, later they learned how to use a bone as weapon. That simplicity. As if somebody believed in that. It costs me to understand the reason of so much violation of the History. As less contacts humans better. Because it is pernicious, dangerous, and we avoided many insipidities. Do we live as hermits? Yes, because not? Does it exist anybody what likes to live with poisonous serpents? It is not still everything lost. He arrived the hour of the great crusades. The time of to unsheathe our swords and to end with the wicked ones. To do a river of divine blood again, and to save the humanity. There is no alternative. We are going to that, let us put an end to them!
- The extinguished times continue experts… things that before were given as right, later we verified with surprise be wandered. One of them is fundamental: Black Africa stays, it will stay primitive.
- Shit! Those guardians of the temple of the memory are very dangerous.
- The nights of the times are always same, they don't lose temper. The days finish and they unsheathe, the nights end and they dawn.
- The slavery didn't change, because the man didn't end. They are so many the slaves that she cannot count.
- The White civilization of the hunger makes them the swinging.
- Yes… the White man, the White civilization… the destructors of civilizations.
- If they gave me to choose between a man and the demon, he would choose the demon, because he would help me to eliminate the man.
- When man doesn't exist, there will be peace finally in the earth.
Image: Angola em fotos
… Just tracks. Formerly the people rioted, now not. They are tired, submissive, frustrated. The intellectuals disappeared… many pseudo-intellectuals that drive the societies appeared. It is fantastic to see as everyone follows them. They remind Julio Cesar to subdue the Celtic ones.
The Mentor is to the fishing. He throws the fishhook without bait, it collects him, he throws him again. That patience of Job. Fishhook without bait… it should be fishing of crazy. Oh, after all it beats well. He fished a very big one. He becomes conceited:
- It is a gold one! I will make sushi.
Calm Ulysses gets confused with the sea. Maybe because Penelope flies, hug and give him sweet calm. Conversation goes, conversation comes.
- Where he smells on business, immediately they appear the men.
Mentor it is inconvenienced in the cut of fine slices, tender, fresh, of the quartered fish. He gives manoeuvre whistle:
- It is soccer… it is lacked integration, concentration and psychic force, he gets lost the battle.
- No, it cannot be. God that created the Man was not, that aberration, that imperfection, that monstrosity. We are dominated, governed by the demon there are more than two thousand years. This is the true. The founder… the founders, the followers of the Church, are… Satan. He is here, he sits down, he moves, it dominates us. Here is because the world is at the end, in the chaos. Satan is on the whole side, nobody gets to escape him. We are tied, we lived the last days of the cruelty. Satan triumphed.
They remained silent. That fortune. Far away from house, in the marine solitude the thought is more sagacious. He perfectly discourses. In the conviviality of the verbosity human it is almost, or else impossible to think. Today, the human madness created her best discovery: the noise. Therefore the brains have been so decadent, gotten untidy, that they don't get to reflower. I was without complex and I exposed myself to Mentor:
- Mentor, I accompany you because I don't believe in the intellectuals Jingolas, they put me fear, and they are false, opportunists, terrifying. But, I believe that it was always like this from the origins, from that affected when our ancestral ones lived at the caves, later they learned how to use a bone as weapon. That simplicity. As if somebody believed in that. It costs me to understand the reason of so much violation of the History. As less contacts humans better. Because it is pernicious, dangerous, and we avoided many insipidities. Do we live as hermits? Yes, because not? Does it exist anybody what likes to live with poisonous serpents? It is not still everything lost. He arrived the hour of the great crusades. The time of to unsheathe our swords and to end with the wicked ones. To do a river of divine blood again, and to save the humanity. There is no alternative. We are going to that, let us put an end to them!
- The extinguished times continue experts… things that before were given as right, later we verified with surprise be wandered. One of them is fundamental: Black Africa stays, it will stay primitive.
- Shit! Those guardians of the temple of the memory are very dangerous.
- The nights of the times are always same, they don't lose temper. The days finish and they unsheathe, the nights end and they dawn.
- The slavery didn't change, because the man didn't end. They are so many the slaves that she cannot count.
- The White civilization of the hunger makes them the swinging.
- Yes… the White man, the White civilization… the destructors of civilizations.
- If they gave me to choose between a man and the demon, he would choose the demon, because he would help me to eliminate the man.
- When man doesn't exist, there will be peace finally in the earth.
Image: Angola em fotos
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