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, 12 de janeiro de 2010

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (98). Oh! As it is difficult to walk with the feet in this ground

And a very thick fog took care of Angola. The population says that he comes from the alchemic palaces of the princes of the darkness of the government. The thick fog spreads so that even with the doors and windows tightly closed it is insecure. The panicky people flee and they scream to full lungs: It is "the Gripe C!!! It is the Gripe C!!! "

One of tender age discovers something homologous. A car of abandoned baby
with two remained wheels. It pulls him and it improvises a quadriga
As a gladiator without arena accelerates and stripe the silver shine
of parked Caesar. The owner sees her beautiful automobile be ugly
He doesn't dare to contradict small Spartacus and their modern slaves
The interiors of the boxes of the garbage are logged in the hands foot-of-goat
What remains of the civilization, it remains for the scoria,
The customer of the bakery brings a sack and happy smile
The bread flies him of the hand, stolen by an unhappy one
The Lucky neighbour arrives. The private safety swells. He protects it and to her shadow

He is with assault rifle and pistol. The vulture’s human finishing’s of leaving the nests are in force the prey moved away. Luxury is insecure, he walks, almost to the stumbles, fearsome
Hey! Hey! After all the unfortunate neighbour is very afraid. Hum, very armed when he tells us that he is not afraid of anything, nor of anybody
The neighbour of the other building leaves the car badly parked. He runs how pursued by a volcano. He sees himself the panic to leave of the agitated arms that seem to want to win wings and to raise flight
Close the gates! Genghis Khan is in the other street to assault the buildings!
Two European ladies cursed the purchases of the night
Two little ones as small hawks fly over low. Quick’s in the habits, of they pull sacks and wallets
They abandoned, they left the lightness to the feminist movements

A general is not known that left military academy is before a dilemma of a lost battle. He screams of his civil tank:
I "help! Help! They kidnapped my son! “The police make the scene of the usually end of the piece for verifications
Six of those excluded of the Plano C stray from. These are grown, they came because the thing was to give. The police pursue them, the youths rise until a sixth floor. The only exit is be cornered in a song. They remember the moments, of the anguish
that the cat makes to the mouse when it jumps with the fatal claw
Three surrender to the incommensurable men of the law
The remaining ones opt for the suicide collective in an alone flight of departure
with mortal return. The hard and insensitive ground such and which the dictatorship trimmed the softness of the bodies
The youth died, the two remained calamitous

Bazei (to flee of persecution or danger; to avoid, to disappear. In Dictionary Houaiss.) with the sale. Some sweets and the facilitative slippers abandoned me. Got to get mixed up in the steps. They didn't want to accompany my rhythm. They danced another kizomba (certain dance of the Angolan blacks. In Dictionary Houaiss)
Shit! I took refuge in my bunk

Who more it suffers with everything that is my heart. The blood pressure arises, he shows. But the doctor tranquilized me, he always sent me for the tranquilizers of these days infernal:
We go there! We go there!..
Take them with some liquid
water very egg white
As a day of sun promising, transparent
It is at dusk of the desires when lying down
It is a small flask with chemical reactions
for the night to insist, be very dark
One without day, or will one be without night?!
So that it is easy to support the lapses
of the return to the oppression and slavery
Oh! As it is difficult to walk with the feet in this ground

That such sad, extinguished days. They corrupted the sun!

Angola! What more you seem a lost continent what will meet never?!

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