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.

domingo, 31 de janeiro de 2010

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (117). So many and so many uniforms on the whole side. Luanda is a gigantic military barracks

I know now that after your farewell of the life
the love leaves tracks invisible, invincible
Taj Mahal and the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus don't overcome the magnificence
of your premature pubis hairy, where you wrote down
you appeared, you deflowered which dense forest of Maiombe

In the eternal wait of your return
maybe be to one minute, or light-year billions
in a distant one unknown. The distance that separates us
he gave cosmic wall, it will be in the next insured millenniums
When the coming ones proclaim the to reappear of the life
of the momentary suspended actual
For here every day everything is to be too violent
The storms, the winds, cross the largest battles
They break the History of these walls easily

You were my symphony, the harmony, before the agony
again of this sea
Of this to make green collapse. Until the birds they stopped flying
Everything dried. The forests, the woods, the rivers. They hid enchanting
of the already nothing exists to love. Everything is explained, frightened
in other dimension to hover. In the boundaries of the unconsciousness
of reducing again everything to powder

Another melody will be universalized when this Jesus Christ ends
and other to appear of the bottom of the waters
He is to be modelled, and this time forever
it will be freed. They won't hear parables, just her compassion glance
For the wicked ones, insistent believers, pardon won't exist
Great reconstruction, a gesture and a blessing

You were as the weeping of the jasmines, that I still conserve in the same song
in the bedroom of our retreat. When in ecstasies, hugged
stagnated in the windstorm that announced the first drops
of the close atmospheric agitation. Then well watered, frozen
How was it possible two disappear and only one to be body?
I still don't get to understand, where it went
what happened to the other being

My dream, the other dreams, finished
Only the nightmares began, they resumed. There is no future
while this government and their international allies
they persist in they reduce us to powder
To proceed what remains of the divine goes will collapse
I waste a long time in search of our lost words
when I relive the past in the iron
Each garment portrays moments of the days

After everything to finish, we fed lamenting
Where everything begins and it only finishes the death knows him

Where is, where you go reminds you of me
There is always a jasmine. He remodels our pastimes
with new thoughts. You found the eternal gardens
of the jasmines. He plants them, it waters them. Finally you have time
to find the due love. The paradise of the death is always awake
in my despair of living to the foot of you, so close
He delays, but I know that it will arrive, I will free myself
And only the death frees us
Here we continued in the to be born and to grow desperate,
chained wanted to jump over the mountains of the ferocious dictatorship

When a simple hill if it turns an insurmountable obstacle
We let to win us, to obey her any command voice
And obedient of fear we will never expire, we will never triumph

So many and so many uniforms on the whole side. Luanda is a gigantic military barracks

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