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, 8 de dezembro de 2009

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (80). And in three parallel universes. Empire, to can, poverty

The life only has sense
If we get to live her
I need kisses in my womb and in my breasts
in the silence of the agitated nights

I aspirated to be educated and good professional. He wanted to live in peace
it is not political… it is a facto
On these camouflaged times I observe a great merit
The lie of the racial harmony
economic and social
The extermination of Nation Angola's people
of this Nation

They came of so far, they passed for here
and here they were
When he leaves of living I hope to leave something
That my permanence was not in vain
It was happiness to leave my gratitude

In this Angola
the ones that struggle for the survival succumb
The one that govern stay
The deads are going increasing… they never decrease
genetically not vulgar

So many lost times in the search of God
And He is in our brain, in the thought, in our mind
I crawl in three dimensions. To be, to be, to be
And in three parallel universes. Empire, to can, poverty
The History is the inspiration of the idiots to the power
or the hungry persons' crowds that aspirate to eat
When the democracies don't work
the ends attack and they take the power

They see each other many cars with decorations
the one of the power belongs one to them
I never saw so many idiots in the power

The rain already Benguela arrived
it will rain in Huambo
The children will play a lot of times in the lakes of the rain
The children will be seafaring
they navigate it in the lakes without life

I tried to dive in the abyss of the night
Of the almost fifty years of power
And I saw Angola devastated of corpses
of the orgiastic dictatorship
He remained the distant softness of the music
The more he approached
plus she stood back

The music as virgin woman
learning the roads without love

The soft butterfly ephemeral spread their wings
he flew, he landed in the monitor
She opened forever their wings
agglutinated in the hands of the Programmer of the Universe

Image: Angola em fotos

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