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, 23 de janeiro de 2010

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (109). That victorious insensibility to the destruction and the death this people were meditated

In the fifth floor to middle of the planted balcony, graceful
proud, it develops trunk obstinate tree
The growth prolongates her the rift, uneven hole
The foliage optimize an clothesline of clothes
They removed the will to the water to arise, the electricity hinders shining
He resumes the slavery, intensive exploration. The children they are dispersed
confronted with shooting platoon or else they use carrying manual, animal
I liquidate him earthy powerful, onerous in their bodies
That it will divert them the tender spine
New times, new architectures. Pretentious tenants they rise
recently near, they promote earthquakes that pull down the internal walls
they alternate the structures. To leave, to undo, to destroy for among infernal noise
The power of the easy money consolidates. Powerful, majestic elegant
it parks the generator in the base that was of the elevator. Lost in the law of her back yard
illuminated, of poisoned oasis

They clogged the sewages that squirted shit and they laugh her, happy
of the oppressed human mud in the tubular galleries. How much more shit more happiness in the building

Nobody was importuned with the abnormal habitat of the coexistence without rules
The perfume dictated abject the paradigm of the social acceptance
The leisure decisive imposes the medieval return
Of the to dig ditch and to drain the smelly disgust out for the street
And of the to craps, feasts are commemorated by the reached fact
properly authorized for who of right
The water of the infidel company of the supply supplies at uncertain hours
In the first floor the out of print colonial faucets for the destructive years
they gush mining the property foundations
Culminating in the precocious destruction. Palms and smiles are beaten by such facts
never before seen

In the fifth floor they accommodated the doors with mouthfuls of awful firewood
that desperate, they wait for Edgar Allan Poe visit
Dismal walls invoke the ancestors' spirits
They are distributed, they take advantage, and mouthfuls remain
In the house of bath two improvised fetid holes they peep the persons in need
In the split ground the bad weather invade the ceiling of the fourth undone floor
Stoic in the remaining areas, he is founded, it goes down, he sinks in the Marxism-Leninism

A main fuse interrupts the circuit of the electric energy. Electricians with sophisticated instruments seeming of the beyond with an any pliers, in the lack improvises something, they pull, they pull cables
The electric potency disordered increases, the remaining fuses weaken
they get sick irredeemable. He finished, they extinguished the illumination,
they restore her and some flames wake up the terror
of the eruption of the electric volcano. They throw escapes with laughter for the audience
for the gratuitousness of the deserved tragedy

In the rears of the buildings the prominence of the power is reinforced, among the great imperial generals
They order to leave, to evacuate walls. They leave feasts, with alcohol in torrents.
As a diverted river of her course, they are born lakes, ponds

That victorious insensibility to the destruction and the death this people were meditated

Image: project new life in Angola. FOLHA 8

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