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.

segunda-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2010

To Occident of the Paradise (1). Introduction

To my parents
that finally meditate
the magnificent eternal landscape
after they resist
to the storms of the life.

The Patrícia Martinelli
that it amazes me
with his candy, tender
and eternal friendship


I am in that jungle of the world of the work trying to survive.
It is not easy to be super creative, intelligent, efficient, innovative… the whole time!!! That aversion... is they mystifying the paper of the work? Do we have to be super?
Good, sometimes leaning in only to plow a stonemason of words and to see them thereabout sprout in verses...
(Patrícia Martinelli)

I believe that the Patrícia Martinelli mirrors our actual existence very well so immobilized, so tied of our jungle of the work and in more in everything that surrounds us. After all past so many centuries, so many millenniums and we just got an extraordinary victory… we be unhappy. We produced unhappiness to rakes, at random.

I remember very well when in my youth subdued by the superstition and slavery of the religion, where urged by all of the pores had to be obedient to God and the great gentlemen and very especially to fear them.

Later when I began to learn, to discover the Road, I saw that he walked in an infected kingdom of hypocrisy. I believe that the Church when imposing us her saint ignorance is the origin of all of the evils that enslave this world and the other. That religion destroys us, he triturates us the souls, and it puts us prematurely in the rites funereal of the corpses.

We continued without direction and in the same rules of the great international and religious corporations. In a society unhealthy because stubborn in the imposition of the return to the global dictatorship, of the government electronic world, soldierly. Controlled to the tiny detail by robots in an electronic Age Medium. We walked to safe and fast steps for the great planetary prison where they already incrust the first railings.

The events that she proceed base on the existence with a friend that accompanied me were still children and after the final encounter almost forty passed years. After his death I remembered to narrate her life. I believe that it was very simple, humble and human, of those people that difficultly found. In the bottom it is just taken care of a Man. A stranger that probably nobody will remember. One more… in the fight for the survival in the jungle of the human mediocrity. I think we still didn't learn enough to win the jungle of the life, or the life in the jungle.

While human beings exist to die her of hunger in this world, difficultly I will believe in the democracy. I fear that is one more illusion. While there is hunger in the world, or deaths for medical aid lack, because they don't have money, I believe that the democracy, or said best, the democracies navigate very far away from the reality.

Feel a lever and I will dominate the adventurers and speculators.

In the bottom all sought, we be just free and we struggle for better life conditions.

This is the history of one more human being that died because he didn't have anything to eat… they prohibited him the spiritual food.

While we don't end once and for all with the dictatorships that obstinately challenge us, they oppress us, we will never be happy.

To write with simplicity is as difficult as to be kind.
William Somerset Maugham



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