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.

sábado, 28 de novembro de 2009

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (74). You don't kill for you be not died!

I don't give up the misfortune while the poverty exists
I am in the penitence, in the black existence of the zenith
No there is nobody to be disposed to struggle
and only to think that always somebody exists
He will exist always somebody that in the display
the alarm clock
He will always exist an Old World

The New World, already ancestral discovered
With the desire to end, to alienate our race
he came true
Soon we will pass to extinct zoological grocery store
To it films of dinosaurs and pterodactyls
It was like this with the American Indians
with all
An extermination democratic spirit elect
because imperfect
The black gold is very valuable. Me gold of black no
They did with that my sorceries lost the power,
a sorcery atomic dethroned me

I am beautiful as flora out
And that it is ordained forever
The beautiful women, his beauty will be forever
Planted in the Universal garden
in the irrigated of the polar dawn

In spite of everything the soft marine breeze
he hovers under my look
And per times the mountains I think human
Who would say that in the great trips?
we seemed more human
Who would say that the human beings
they get lost in the adventure
Who would say that of the endless dialogues?
we became inhuman, savages, sweet and bitter
Who would say that cannot survive?
without insomnias
Who would say that of the grown up final
winegrower would be a sweet memory

The acme, the luxury of the Old World he argued
He didn't understand the recent civilization, new of the New World
The medieval time destroyed the traces
of the old civilizations, and the man learned strongly
to cultivate the mortal instinct
Of tearing, to destroy the people that lived in harmony with the Nature
The shouting scared the life of the seas, of the rivers, of the mountains, of the forests:
"Where is the gold!?.. Where is the gold!? "
The innocence of the humus in the earth kept him

The thousands of human corpses that didn't attribute value to the metal of the discord were martyred and abandoned in the earth virgin, unsatisfied.
The Nature began the gigantic revolt that it lasts long; it will last long, until turning off the incandescent human's torch.

Don't kill for you be not died!

Image: Angola em fotos

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