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, 2 de fevereiro de 2010

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (END). The Patrícia Martinelli

And we finished ourselves without essence, without germinating of the tombstones shot abandoned of the time. Then met again in the dark caves and excuses, without the illumination of the high inoffensive voltage of the sublime love.

This present human history is the Calvary, the purgatory, the martyrdom of the love without the divine proportion of the unbalanced zebras among loving and without living. We are condemned to the birth to love, but they refuse us, they insist in they hate us. It is not to be, it is to have somebody in the Government on whom trusts. Nothing doesn't exist of divine in that to believe. We have to apprehend to say not, to this jack-of-all-trades of love cloned in vain. Let us avoid that these salespersons resell the ardour of the passion. We cannot summarize this contention in the gestures predict of their vestals to already continental.

The plants wave because they love the wind. If he lacked them the hate he would rejuvenate of green become yellow.
The wings of the incentive relating to experience are the unknown genetic code that makes to fly us, to perfume, the aroma to love. And who this to dare to prohibit, it will also be prohibited.

The sensor of the love when activates are disordered. In the future they will be blocked because they will put in danger the sensitive instruments of the interplanetary ships. And it will be imagined, recreated a distant loving planet for eternal lovers. It is that the circuits of the love challenge the laws and the physical speed. No there is, machine that gages her invisible intensity will never exist. However, him, the love, makes an effort and he has more than forces, perpetuity to travel for the infinite of the Universe.

Leave that the thirsty ones drink of her pure water, so that the human impurity in the pollution of the waters doesn't cause pandemics, and happen her extinction. Just a minute of loving immensity is worth millions of years planetariums. For something to struggle if we are arrested always in the tentacles of their quicksand’s, caressing, of that eternal feeling. Everything extinguishes and it seems in vain, the love no! The love has a lot of legs but four are always presents: two feminine and two masculine. The goddess mother's uterus awaits his guest and the lovers' feet move the scale Richter.

He promises because that will love the love and that you will never get tired of his temptation. The difference that exists between the rich and the poor is that the poor is rich of love. And the rich lives in spiritual poverty in search of the love. The fullness will come when they sound the heart clang of a bell, rhythmic of the biochemical clock of our heart. There won't be storm to dominate us, that it separates us, because we are chained, faint in that without sense, lost in the other senses.

That the martyrs of the love are sanctified, and that next times a planetary psalm is sung in the cosmology. And of the unhappy suicides just because they loved… statues of kisses will be built with stellar light to the space travellers with the registration:



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