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.

quinta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2010

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (92). People that doesn't read are blind… and he doesn't see. Only the sewers are free, the theme never becomes exhauste

The politics and the power harmonize very well
Many political, few vague places in the podium
The competition rises, in my breasts they blunt her full
The Sun travels the distances of everyday
He illuminates the obscure, powerful corridors of the bank art
That they lead to the heavy underground safes for the carats
of the diamonds-producing moaned yolks
and unhealthy oil company’s

The Bantus opens the foundations of the shouting:
it dawns, the tan rises leaves to the search without life
He walked, it navigated, she looked, she dreamed
she returns, she didn't find the lost time
This tanned now, she adores to dream
She reverted, she lost walking, it continues to retreat
without independence

They invited me to the New Year to pass
I refused. I became obstinate, I passed it in the he is hit of mabanga
(culinary. Regionalism: Angola (South).
shellfish roasted in the own peel or soaked with okra, pumpkin, palm oil olive oil and seasonings, and served with corn funje. In Dictionary Houaiss)
Roasted, savoured with maluvo (obtained drink of the fermentation of the sap of a palm tree known as bordão, very appreciated at some African countries;( In Dictionary Houaiss)
in the honest company of the growth of mangroves
We had fun immense. As the cease-fire, and everything continues in the same
We don't have pictures, we don't want them, we ran with them
to maintain the disorganization that leads the mother of the corruption
And everything is not framed… it retreats to the Medium Age… to Richard Leakey's origins
People that doesn't read are blind… and he doesn't see
Only the sewers are free, the theme never becomes exhausted

I saw that we walked hopelessly for the destruction
and we smiled as always. We were finally free, independent
owners of our destiny, of our future
Free! In my bifurcation of the mabanga in the growth of mangroves
Brilliant! How to call somebody, or to say that is genius
because there are many idiots
That they stanch a floodgate and the another continue with escapes
In this Angola we cannot make anything certain
because everything is wrong

I come undone in the scarps of my hair
to the wait that everything becomes pregnant her in a minute of life
He stays in the eternity, of the uneasiness
I observe a lot of people to struggle in favour and against
The obstacles are many, few the defenders
I await the winner in the opposites
His ballad of the days to get better
without struggling!?
In the Earth they remain the last fire rays
and in her anything of human, nobody for stopping

I hear two people in only one. With which I should speak?!
With the healthy or the drunk? Which of the two should listen?!
I prefer to consult my statute of citizen of the social exclusion
without cottages
Meanwhile, the circus of the organizations no government it continues
The decolonizing of the infamous hypocrisy develop in the trapeze
The men are all same ones, the political systems no
The men are different in the colour of the skin
but the minds are intact, they don't differ, they converge
The genetics is very knowing:
the cruelty doesn't have colour, hypocrisy also not
Until the children they renounce the parents, these also
The tree grows to be closer of the Sun
The son leaves the parents to die to the hunger, the parents also

The birds fly for the trees because they feel safe
Dawn with the silence because the night was noisy

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