Desideratum, by Gil Gonçalves

(to

Patricia Martinelli)

You are sad

inconsolable

uncomfortable

I don't find more

the silences

of their enigmas

looks

You are of future

sulky

You are to navigate

far away from the sea

in the dryness of the time

and of finding

look

Certainly it desires

medicine for all of the moments

and annual stations

without windstorms

Yours to live it is replete

of seasonal dreams

Everything seems composed and anxious for windstorms, such human storms aggressive, of inhuman. And the love so manufactured, so unusual, so materialized, as the climates, altered. As the inconstant persecution of the thieves in the wounded streets, because no longer more bread exists. All finally walked for the space. And in the nights the human wild animal get off their darkness dens and they come unfastened, they in the illuminated streets for us to rescue what spoiled them. No longer there are cities, now they are bank agencies and mortuaries.

But the youth's whiteness stays unalterable in the delivery, in the charms of the slavery and of the destinies of the love. It is always wait us steep staircases and closed doors in the mystery of the besides the locks. So much invented noise, unusual just so that our hearts faint in the without time of the friendship, such disposable thing. And the human shouting that in the altitude of the amplitude crosses the highest mountains. To do noise is also business.

And so many millions of people that walk seeking don't know the something. It is over there if they are in the exhaustion of the they live for us to consume tons of sedatives. And the children uninterruptedly regret her because their mothers became exhausted indefensible, in the inertia, without they console them.

Our thought is frequently besieged by the message that it is necessary to get something to eat, and we continue the great explosion of the big bang accordingly. We were born of an explosion, then our character aggressive, warlike.

I continue in the incessant search for among countless religions, which it is the one that it serves us, that can feel some usefulness. But I don't feel some difference between them and any dictatorship, but however I am fascinated in the encounter with divine God. Both have the same sinkings and contritions, and the abyss where they intend to behave there is already a lot was dug by the human asperity.

He lets to surround you for the green, he loves the plants intensely, and he offers them your best friendship. He worships the rivers, the seas, the mountains, the eagles, the hawks, and the other families. He lets to caress you for the dew of the evening and of the dawn. He leaves that the rain is slippery for your body; it seats you as rainy cascade to travel the medium furrows of the leaves in apotheosis. If you want to reach the fullness of the freedom, it extends your soul to the splendour of the liberation of your nature and of the Nature.

It is this just the love that still remains you. That your fight is never a lost battle.

The Lost Kingdom

To govern is very easy… it is enough to fake that teaching exists to have an illiterate people and easily submitting to the slavery.

He removed the dust the files in the Torre do Tombo of Lisbon when I came across a surprising manuscript.

King’s João V from Portugal, that reigned from 1706 to 1750, lived luxurious of the ships that arrived and they unloaded gold and Brazilian diamonds. He was the gods' king. It crucified crusaders' hundred and twenty million in the Convento of Mafra. The tithe to the Church of Rome crossed two hundred million. The Aqueduct of the Free Waters?.. Did the people pay. A king that still influences kings presents-day because they copy it, they supplant it. Unsatisfied, King’s João V wanted more wealth, what proves that the more are had more it is wanted, and it ordered the preparations of three ships bound for western Africa, in the drift of the robbery, in the draft of more gold and diamonds.

The equipment of the ships finished that captained for Mr Fuenteovejuna, they had left the wharf in a sedative morning. They used the practice of just the captains to know the destiny of the trip. They arrived at the islands of Cape Verde; they made the Turn to the Square, later they were at the mercy of the good winds steering for south. A lot they navigated and they tacked to the encounter of a great storm that would be said awaited them. The vacancies didn't vacate the ships that of undone agreements lost the desire, the being of good peace. Rain and windstorm intensified that forced the ships release her the hands, and they leave the route as countries badly governed. Inauspicious days was happened to efforts for if they don't move away, for us to continue as lovers, but in vain, the ship captain lost them the figures. The admiral of the sea ocean Fuenteovejuna, was not surprised when it was sailed that he walked to the drift. Just as the men that make war, the sea also gets tired and it appeases. The dance of the visible universe was proceeded and one tired sailor loosened something similar to a scream:

- Earth to the view!

- Praised is Our God Mister! - The captain that increased cried out:

- We will repair the devastation of the storm, to renew the provisions and knowledge where we leaned against.

Exhausted, they lied down in the fine sand of the imaginary paradise. The vegetation more it thickens and the sun broke up with her furnace, what took Fuenteovejuna to prophesy:

- We arrived to the country of the sun!

The kind invitation of the Nature was savoured to beat indolence, but the delight was not been long because of the shadows of the vegetation some dark human beings, covered with chocolates appeared. One stands out, it raises the hand in execution sign and Fuenteovejuna asks him:

- Where are we, who are?

- Watula! (We already arrived) they greeted the native ones in her language.

Fuenteovejuna, to James Cook in Australia, wisely it explains to their men:

- My gentlemen… it seems that we are in the kingdom of Watulas!

He saw the uselessness of her conversation because the native ones didn't understand it. It was sketched, he made an effort and not to care. Suddenly a youth, a nativity of extraordinary beauty that makes a disconcerting statement appears:

- I understand your prose.

Fuenteovejuna looked gluttonous for the youth nativity, as somebody that didn't eat anything there is a long time. He wondered, he admired her, it took off her mentally, and it looked twenty-five years. Colour of clear chocolate, reminded a statue of lost goddess, the to very sought by the Argonaut, a legend of the wonderful charmed islands that no sculptor had still sculpted. As a dream never travelled, found, never revealed. The nude breasts, erect and nipples of maddening any hominidae, suggested that has just docked in the lost paradise. To already cover her the sex she announced, it printed the wonderful invention of the bikini. Fuenteovejuna forgot about God because it felt a chill of terrestrial passion go her by the centre of the body. He snored:

- My name is Fuenteovejuna, as it is that you know my language?

- My name is Kufundisa, (to do justice) and your prose learned in the computers of the Dollars.

- As this kingdom is called and who are the Dollars?

- This kingdom, now calls her Ajimbila, (they are lost) and the Dollars govern us, they oppress us... the Dollars arrived in some special ships here with white people, the one that our people dully call gods and that colluded with the absolute king, Ka Ubu (the eternal) they reduced to zero us the souls. Our children precociously know that the victory of the death is right. We don't have food; we don't have nothing… we are zeros… for us to survive we fled for the jungle. All of the wealth of our kingdom are for the Dollars, for Ka Ubu and her tribe.

- And don't you riot?

- He doesn't give, because Ka Ubu and the Dollars have many guards, a powerful army and many sophisticated weapons. When they pick us, and as we are of the opposition, they make such sorceries that we disappeared and the murderers are never discovered. They also extract a liquid, the one that calls black gold, and it is with him that they move the machines of the Dollars, and of Ka Ubu's tribe. They also extract many diamonds. We are some million and we died from hunger… never endings, condemned to the unfortunate galleys. The one of Ka Ubu are always at parties, and he has some machines that call themselves radios, and they extend us the temptation of the invitations for her alcoholic marathons. On those days we drank a lot and eaten zero. Our people on those days uses the pastime of the spree. The only ones that they struggle to our side, that they support us a lot they are the Eclectic. They have a radio, but it is almost clandestine. They support our ideals of justice and equality for all. They are a true radio of Kalunga. They spread the revolutionary embryo of the evangelisation, the fraternity, the love, and they announce… they shout, they always utter the truth. The atrocities of the Dollars and of Ka Ubu they are denounced opportunely, but they don't leave that the sign of the radio goes very far. When the Eclectic try far away the sign and to pass the right to the information for all, they accuse us of malefaction, they arrest us, they threaten us, and if necessary they free us for the parallel universe of the death. They also negotiate many adventurous foreigners of the worst… malefactors for us to pursue us, they explore us… nor our traditional black-people's hut the one that they call cottages escapes. Ka Ubu loses interest of our lives. We survived diving in the prostitution. Ka Ubu appreciates my beauty a lot, I got to flee her of the harem but at any moment fear to be recaptured… he wants me to be her wife, but no I accept, I don't like him… nobody likes him!

Fuenteovejuna, after hearing everything that beautiful Kufundisa said, kept a deep silent, later he clouded over and it cleared up:

- My spectacular beauty …

- Ah! Thank you very much…

-… Kufundisa, supported you to re-establish the peace, harmony, justice, so that there is not more hunger in this kingdom.

- And how will you make it?

Fuenteovejuna didn't feel well. The sweet disturbed him opened her the soul. Of course had other intentions. After the adventure, if it finished satisfactorily would eat, it would suck the whole body, the beauty of Kufundisa. He decided:

- Do we go parliamentary with the Eclectic, so that they spread to her radio for whole the kingdom, that is the most important… and as for the weapons that use… do you have some idea?

- Yes! I will speak to the dad Akakakula, (to give the first food to a child) he was our king… it continues very kind, our people like him a lot. It was dethroned due to Ka Ubu's ambitions and of their friends Dollars.

- Kufundisa, have to spy the facilities of the Dollars and Ka Ubu. Some men are going with you, later we will idealize an attack plan.

- Yes! I will keep eternal gratitude for everything that you do for our freedom, for our people… but please you don't expose yourself too much!

They looked at each other for a deep moment in the universe of their eyes. They felt the inevitable sorcery that it attracts the two races, the two wonderful colours. The effect of the sorcery was fast, they hugged each other, they kissed each other in an impulse of falls of Kalandula, overpowering of lost desires, to await the promised future, wounded in the anguish of so many waits.

Later, Kufundisa getting confused with the jungle, she met with her father Akakakula, and the boss of the Eclectic, Mutongi (fighter). Akakakula presented Fuenteovejuna some weapons used by Ka Ubu's guards and of the Dollars. However, the spies sent by Fuenteovejuna also if they gathered them and they gave the point of the situation.

After Kufundisa gets to instruct the handling of the weapons properly, and of Mutongi to promise support in her radio with words in code to the resistant ones, he settled that the primordial objectives would be the liquid, call of black gold. Without this liquid, Ka Ubu and the Dollars would cry embittered.

They occurred several attacks with success. Ka Ubu and the Dollars worried, because they saw the immense wealth flee them as sand to the wind. Ka Ubu summoned one of the many viceroys immediately and it demanded him:

- Who don't know is from behind of this?

- No, my king, I don't know!

- That morbidity…

Ka Ubu had to demonstrate her anger, dissatisfaction, and the best for a king is to see the cholera in his face, to scream, and he screamed:

-… her morbid one, it can only be that cursed of Kufundisa, and of her father, that opposition Akakakula.

- Without my doubts king! Mutongi of the Eclectic is to pass a message in the radio of him of Kufundisa… she says that there is a lot of corruption in the kingdom, and that will take the power with the foreigners' help.

- Foreigners!? Who, the Dollars!?

- No my king, they are not Dollars, they are other exchanges.

- Other!?.. Who!?.. Does it confiscate me Kufundisa and her damned father. It is going you and it turns you with her… damned unlucky!

With the aid of the Dollars it was facilitated immense the boss of Ka Ubu's guards to capture the sweet, soft Kufundisa. Already in the presence of the tyranny, the hard life is resounded:

- Already anything I illuminate… because of you damsels whitewash kingdoms, empires… now in my kingdom a revolutionary was born. You and your Toussaint l'Ouverture! I will give you he tortures of the nipples that you will never forget.

- Oh it is! And that torture of the nipples is that?

- Kufundisa, don't omit me, you know that I wish you, that I have all of the women that I want. You are the elect, the privileged, and the princess of my harem! In this kingdom everything and all of the women belong me, and you are not exception!

- No!!! As an ancestor said: until that the lions have their own historians, the hunt histories will continue glorifying the hunter. We are bodies to the wait in your slaughterhouse!

- Guards, remove me of here this tsetse! Prison with her! That the whip she caresses!

In the prison, the enchanters backs of Kufundisa burn with the fire of the whippings. The blood of the injustice drains him because they will always exist many unjust oceans and almost none fair streams. But Kufundisa was very crooked because nor I lament, groan, request of mercy osculate.

However, Fuenteovejuna and their friends become aware of the prison of Kufundisa. The revolt spreads, it reaches the peak. The Eclectic with the help of the popular ones extended the sign of the radio to the whole kingdom, and they denounced that Ka Ubu and their friends Dollars got ready to the surrender. The situation the boss of the Dollars that tried to negotiate with the in revolt ones, but in vain. Ka Ubu, feeling is only scraped for place of uncertainties, for a kingdom friend's habitual exile. A pressure group led by Fuenteovejuna devastates the prison and it frees Kufundisa. The two now lovers take advantage of the situation, they jump she, hug each other, they kiss each other endlessly. Kufundisa is of tracks.

- My love got! Oh! As you love!

- Also me… without your courage nothing of this would be possible!

He recovered Akakakula in the throne. Mutongi king of the Eclectic saw to her radio definitively. Songs, praises and drummed Kalunga were proclaimed, intoned, spiritualized. A time of darkness had finished, and an information for the without voice had resumed. The education, the progress of the kingdom was democratized. Akakakula proclaimed the new kingdom with the name Azériua. (They are happy).

Fuenteovejuna left, he was an adventurer, he left Kufundisa with a son. It went to America tracking Francisco Pizarro, Fernando Cortez, and the elixir of the long life of Ponce of León… where there is El Dorado’s, mysterious cities of the gold, there will be and never of there will they leave.

It didn't delay that they contributed Azériua the ships with the missionaries of the evangelisation, of the sword of the dilapidation Adventurers and gunmen were happened in the tireless search of the question: "where is the gold? " and the native ones answered: "here no, but there a lot, very far he has" Black Africa is, it will be the eternal adventurers' destiny.

Still today in the density of the jungles of the Golf of Guinea, some more-old ones hot of the bonfires in the cold nights, they count the children the legend of the people of Azériua.

To civilize is to destroy with the petroleum of the minorities, most. He only brings us sadness, poverty, hungers.

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Romeo and Juliet. Based on a true fact

The man that doesn't read good books doesn't have any advantage on those that cannot read them. Mark Twain

They are not the Laws of the Universal Gravitation. It is the universal attraction of two human bodies, that if not being able to places, they stay in the tombs of the totalitarian regimes. The dear guides immortal leads that illuminate the roads of the hunger. There is no conditioned, only gentle conditions for adventurers.

Romeo and Juliet fell in love, they were dated. I don't eat those that date and they do a mere occupation of that for the time pass. They loved each other for besides the winged mountains of their souls. A lot for besides the universal attraction of two terrestrial bodies. Their hearts were abnormal because they were possessed by the high voltage of Tesla, that provoked them loving short circuits. They didn't notice that they built a divine ship, and in her they embarked in a parallel universe, far away from the unalterable human laws.

Romeo, twenty-one years old and Juliet with sixteen were neighbouring, and it has been two years that bloomed in the courtship. Her father didn't know, to know was not able to. They studied, the future prepared. Romeo lived with an uncle that supported him as an immense sea of roses.

They became distracted and Juliet became pregnant. More natural thing us that they love each other. That gives to the other, what receives the consecrated semen, that later it germinates as winning life, in a beautiful one or in a beautiful one, always awaiting the suits and eternal fertile glances of affection, that peep it before and after the brutal contact with the human predators.

They unfastened in her love that already felt maturity. The responsibility that they accepted, in the everyday infidel. Romeo reminded him:

- Darling… I find better undo the pregnancy.

- Yes… I also thought already about that my love!

- You know… some medicines that sell thereabout… I think they are efficient.

- Already volume some… with my friends' help… everything will run well. I wait like this for him!..

- I agree with you. We studied, and at this time we don't have conditions to support a being that will be born, and for which don't have means of sustaining, to feed. It will be one more hungry person. Who will support us? Certainly you will be banished of house. Where? And me? What am in an uncle's house?!.. Will we stop studying. It will be our end… if this kingdom planning a calendar of national consensus… a support program to young like us, that would be very good, as that it doesn't exist, it will never exist... until a nobleman of the real university it almost destroyed it because of a lover. I don't conceive that our teaching can be a deceiving pastime.

- Romeo… I perfectly understand. Your concerns are the eternity of the fortress, of the certainty of our love. In spite of removing the sowing of my womb, that I only swore you to belong, it will continue keen of freedom for in him again you exercise. He plants in this garden of the homelike delicacies, the seed of our universe. You will see the fruits tasty, homelike later that you will fall in the paradise of your hands.

And the life in the laboratory of Juliet expanded, she felt as the fish in the water, it grew, it shuffled, it was reborn. Concerned, but very romanticized, as if of their lips they were born torrents of jasmines, and the perfume incinerated her lover in a lake of tears of pansies.

- Romeo, Benedictine, blessed, blessed love, I don't feel well. I think I am with malaria.

- I will seek help.

- It is not worthwhile. Nobody will help us. We are just young that love each other. Who does worry about that? He thinks about that my tenderness, my pure essence, and everything will be exalted!

- I trust you, in your celestial root, head office of imperial love.

Juliet felt in a confused sea, she didn't run her of feature. As growth of mangroves that oppress, carpet the margin of the marine soul, of the natural protection. The youth of her strengthened body, always appropriate for any to jump obstacle, in tide of roses always taken care, watered, and that in the forgetfulness he dries off, without watering. But that later receives the water of the life. He gets up again and he sings the aria of the Choir of the Fallen ones. He doesn't forget the final representation to the Creator of the love. The flower with and without pain, always feminine, uterine, capable for the fecundation.

Juliet felt her jasmine plant flower jasmine-mango wither. In spite of very perfumed didn't get to shine. She threw the last request of help maybe.

- Please… it takes me for the maternity.

Romeo didn't know as obeying. What to do of the and in the time, what to think. It felt the sun turn off. It was mechanized as fortune-teller in the maybe the hazy lover's last desire.

- It is well… you don't leave the jasmine of our spring of the life to wither.

- Not! Your floral one will never wither. It is rejuvenated… he already rejuvenated the ecology. Always very awake… for you open.

It arrived at the maternity and it was given to the intensive cares. He sighed; it sought the life that lacked him, of the only that he loved her. In the exterior, Romeo awaited impatient. Maybe it went just one more of those gestures, symptoms that usually the women feel during the pregnancy. But the time passed, and you announce them, he felt, they were uncomfortable. It felt a sparkle in the brain. As if somebody was her to send a message. That strange... it was the first time that felt such in her thought. He seemed a nightmare. He woke up startled. He didn't wait, it went up the stairways pushing, not caring with whom he appeared him for the front. He knew where she was. It parked and he asked:

- Juliet…

The doctor's look predicted that the being of having faith if it didn't shape. He felt to move for the glacial time. The physical geography made dizzy him, with their phenomenon physical, biological and humans. The doctor got to discard:

- It died!

Unhappily it is just with this word that the people of everyone, that they work in the areas of health answer. They are too habituated to the death. As if they bought any product in an any supermarket. They savour with the comfortable largest a good savory-snack to the foot of a corpse. To savour the death is her profession. It seems that they lost the feelings. They just seat the people as any object. While they work are serviceable. When they don't serve us, the destiny is the dustbin, the one that calls cemetery. Sad reality and end of perishing.

Romeo disappeared. He stood back of the reality. The loved of her life… without her? Will mistake be? No! He saw, it felt that she said goodbye to the wall of support of the life that collapsed. He didn't breathe. He remembered that when we left the dynasty of the candle relating to experience didn't breathe. He felt the tenuous calls that remained the soul of her love, already in the departure endless.

Romeo!

They dreamed me that he would discover the Road

that everything would be revealed me

lament! I didn't get

I leave you my last sighs

they are going to you. Everything sees so darkness

he seems night. That moonlight, in this so I find strange place!

And however so beautiful. I see somebody very far

that he hurries. He levitates for me

Romeo! I am afraid! Ah!.. you are you!

don't stay. They come my ardour

it welcomes you in my open arms

He still wanted to live a lot

but they didn't leave me

they don't leave anybody to live

It just remains us the sleep, the eternal dream

of our unhappiness.

A tremendous interior fire travelled him the body. The decision of such cruel death to expiate the guilty conscience that felt… the revenge to an inhuman society. A revenge to the world that didn't know how to welcome them. He acquired the certainty that is not fast more to live. But, it was not him that committed the crime. Unhappily in the epidemic kingdom it is prohibited to love. Everything is prohibited. The noblemen have legal authorization, inquisitorial. Just a thing is not prohibited… the death. In the animal kingdom he is permitted everything. To live to steal, to live to die to the hunger.

He diffused in a container. It was in a service fuel and it filled it with gasoline. He entered home usually, nobody suspected of their intentions. He closed in the fourth well locked. It sopped the mattress with gasoline, he lied down and he caught it fire. The fires took care of her body. A family one feels smoke signs. He tries to open the door of the room, it doesn't get. They wore out fifteen minutes to drop the fortification. They took it fast to the hospital. The burns were intense. Difficultly it would escape. Little later it came the end than it remains us. The invitation of the death was assisted. Happy for stealing one younger, it transported him for her eternal abyss. The last moments were a message of hope, for her Juliet. To who loved, as few know how to do. To the largest, purer and only love of her life.

Juliet!

I am about to exhaust

in the fires of the gasoline of this petroleum

In the darkness of the cold public safes

where keeps the fortunes invisible, insensitive

that they lead us to the death

Mine, our clamour won't be vain

somebody will listen, it will fold again this appeal!

In the shadiest night of the times

I will return, and together we will enchant, we will spread

the human perfume, of the humanity of our Love

Oh!.. My love… we will return!

to annihilate the tyrants that extinguished the love

I see forever finally!

your beauty and your love that follow me

Come! For our eternal home!

where doesn't exist nights

just our glorious Love

If fortune didn't have in the earth

the one of the sky will be our treasure

Your silence will be as an encyclopaedia

Ó Glory! Ó Glory! It follows us

she camps us always Love Victorious, Virtuous

I take with me the Ring of Nibelung

Of our love of the powdered gold

of the symbol of the initiation of the mysteries of our cult

Of the marriage that they invented, with the death married us

this connection that never somebody will separate

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Monangambé. (Contracted). New version

Without real opposition, no there is any interest to fake that democratic intuitions exist in operation.

Sad ending the one of the Angolan people. To perish, to live as the flies and like them to inconvenience.

This is our momentary time of the Chinese illiterate's fissures.

Who depends on other people to work - even in the agriculture (?) - will it never get the freedom. Then that Angola is the barn of the poverty.

This no longer it is Angola, it is an empty thing, without content.

Who doesn't read books; it is slave of those that read them.

Only an illegal government commits illegalities.

And the populations complain of the despair liberator, still more oppressor: "But the settlers didn't do us this!" he wants to say: to free is prolonging, spoiling until never again to gorge.

Monangambé. (Contracted)

In that big presidential palace petroleum is pumped to rakes

it is the spoliation of my body that waters it:

In that big presidential palace he has diamonds

black

they are sanguinary drops of my spoiled cottages.

The petroleum is pumped always

stored, and me, tortured,

I will be very black, black of the colour of the contracted petroleum.

Black of the colour of the contracted petroleum!

Ask the zungueiras (itinerant women that sell in the streets) and to the torture

of yours to pilgrim,

and to the streets of the sad to coil

and to the ghost wind of the abandoned interiors

Until sleeping this government us it banished. And who is that it is going to the tongas (fields to weed) abandoned?

Who drains the products that intentionally

do she let to deteriorate in the fields?

Only luxury cars, and does where hover the dendém* bunches?

Who robbery and in he pays receives million of dollars?

and does he pay us disdain?

To rotten maize flour and the rotten fish they spoil us,

We survived of the imported rags

"thousands of destroyed cottages and blow if grumbles?"

Who?

Who does the petroleum to grow dark

and the diamond to bloom

- Who?

Who gives money for the corrupt ones buy

banks, companies, lovers, houses of million of dollars

and heads of blacks abandoned in the camping tents, Zangados? (Concentration camps)

Who does these corrupt ones prosper,

Alone Angola for them and prisons for us?

- Who?

Ask the zungueiras and the torture

of yours to pilgrim,

and to the streets of the sad to coil

and to the ghost wind of the abandoned interiors:

- "Monangambééé... "

Ah! Leave me at least to sell any thing in the street

to survive

Let to drink, to drink until dying

in that big presidential palace

black of the colour of the contracted petroleum.

- "Monangambééé... "

* palm oil dendezeiro (Elaeis guineensis)

Obtained oil of that fruit, of two qualities, an extracted of the pulp, of red colour, sweet flavour and butter consistence, very used in the Afro-Brazilian cookery, also. Use in I manufacture it of soap, it veils, greases and lubricants and in the industry metallurgical, and other, of the seed, also known as palmiste; andim olive oil-of-smell, palm oil olive oil, palm oil

in electronic dictionary Houaiss of the Portuguese language 1.0