And quavering of Chukar and the perfumed breeze of the jasmines flies restless

Dedicated: Shumayla Tanveer

You are far away from your friends and of your family, but your heart is in Karachi.

You are far, but you sit down, you foresee disemboguing of the rivers in your heart of Karachi.

You are moved away of the mountains of Pakistan, but you conserve their summits in your soul, and the clarity of their snow your spirit, that is always in Karachi light up.

Preserves in your eyes the mirror of the waters of Manchar Lake protected by the immensity of the mountains that they kiss your sky of Karachi.

The noises of the traffic automobile pursue you, and the webs of the crowds entangle you in the streets of Karachi.

And the sincere smiles and the children's innocence follow you as butterflies hovering for under your long and flat hair, because the secret of your paradise is in Karachi.

In you a goddess, princess exists disguised of human, that she renounced the immortality to hug the human beings' of Karachi mortal destiny.

And the echo of your voice kept in the valleys loosens her and it is listened in Karachi.

And quavering of Chukar and the perfumed breeze of the jasmines flies restless because they desire your return, they want your presence in Karachi.

What is that he drinks for here friends?

It is a very funny Republic
he doesn't have electric power
he doesn't have anything
What is the one then that he has?!
Widespread corruption!

One more day of corruption
in the wait
And another of darkness
he despairs us
and nobody is above
of the corruption
Great leader friend
the corruption is
with you
the corruption is the great leader
of this Nation

And a powerful demon arrived and he settled
and of Angola he will never leave, it took oath.
On behalf of the Father
On behalf of the father from Angola, of the children
daughters, so many
friends and of Holy spirits

How much more poverty this factory to manufacture,
more volcanoes will break out
they are already so many, so many
that nobody gets to tell them

So much passed time
of so much wait, desperate
so tired
In the it despairs of the wait of the independence
still no arrival, miscarried
Other liberators
they will do with that she is
freed
With the flag of the corruption
spread
Forward Angola!
quartered
And who doesn't have generator
he waits for him the power, dominant
that horror
Of manufacturing corpses
in the wandering streets
I eat formerly

The houses of the healthy people to devastate
and children with some days
they are for the tractor
to triturate, to kill
And they have tractors babies
that they triturate for the parents' despair
In the bank accounts
Illegal

You of the martyrs of the repression
the all the moment
in TPI he waits for you
the judgement
This is our prison guard
of living in the captivity
The explosion there was been already
of the revolt of the population
her palaces always set on fire of light
and ours in the darkness
of those spoiled, nude
As they can torturers our life to get better
with a hand they promise us
and with the other defrauding us

Angola is a plantation of slaves
of our farmers and foreigners
Angola is bought, he sells himself
it is rented by the worst offer

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Ballad of the Corruption that Passes. Adaptation for our corruption of the Ballad of the Wind that Passes, of Manuel Alegre

I ask the corrupt that it passes
for the corruption of my country
and the corrupt silences the misfortune
the corrupt anything I say.

I ask the oils that they take
so much unsheltered Tchavola
the corrupt ones don't calm me
everything takes of this lonely earth.

Everything takes of this lonely earth
oh Tchavolas of my country
without homeland, without light and water
where you do go? The leader never says.

If the hunger defoliates
you die without country
and the group of the four
that you died for your country.

I ask the corrupt that it passes
because it steals us the bread
Torment - it is everything that in the clue
who lives in the corruption.

I saw to flower the green dollars
in the rioted beds
with such few masters
and so many spoiled workers

And the corrupt doesn't tell me anything
and the leader says anything again
I saw my renounced homeland
in the corpses without arms of the people.

I saw myself pariah in the bandits
of the ship-oil tankers in the sea
as who wants to flee
but it is forced to be.

I saw ship-oil tankers of gold
(stateless persons waters)
I lost my homeland, it deserted
(green dollars, misfortunes, sorrows).

There is who wants you neo-colonized
and they are too many harnessed them
I saw you spoiled, tchavolada
in the corrupt guideless arms.

And the corrupt doesn't tell me anything
he shows me, in the dictatorship it insists
I saw the martyrs without homeland
down-and-out, everything sad.

The corrupt never says anything again
he speaks to the Nation everything omitting
in the raids to the people
I see my homeland vanishing.

And the nights to the candlelight
without rulers, without country
I ask news the corrupt
and the corrupt anything I say.

But there is always a candle
that it illuminates our misfortune
there is always a democrat
that he sings to the corrupt that it passes.

Even in the darkest night
in the dictatorship of the spoliation
there is always a martyr that insists
that he riots against the chameleon

that he says is enough, not to the slavery.
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They were long a lot, but here we are very patient, we knew that they would come, that they would not miss the last encounter of the life

The death is as those rulers that transform the power in graves for in them to bury the uncomfortable corpses that just said in life what felt, the truth. The dictator exercises because with extraordinary efficiency the dictatorship of the death.

Our dear beings continually shaky space, in the ballad of the eternal destiny. And we thereabout walked, always in the attempt of the escape of the inevitable encounter. And them there on the other side they always waive it us, they invite her us to the great party of the commemoration of the immortal encounter. And we refused, and we verified him how the years are so brief. And we began the preparation of the luggage, and the train already gets ready. He arrived our hour, and resigned we left, and on the other side the voices are heard stronger, closer, and father and mother happily as in a blessing of gratitude: They were "long a lot, but here we are very patient, we knew that they would come, that they would not miss the last encounter of the life. Good, finally and this time forever the family is gathered. In the death all together ones will stay. Welcome to the eternal paradise, where who enters in him, never of him he leaves."

Will it be that the love and loving anybody, is an action of international terrorism also already?!

I move for the mazes of the kept apart time, among so many words and anything of politicians notable that already discords to hear me, no longer I feel them, I see them as in another dimension, this time is again in evolution and revolution. That more thing without sense: is it spoken about everything and more some thing, and the love that they did her? Will it be that the love and loving anybody, is an action of international terrorism also already?!

Image: Naltar Lake North Pakistan

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The Republic of the a hundred thousand dollars

Until the fúnji they stole me

I am corrupt!

Here is the built homeland

enclosed, electrified, armed, without moonlight

Oh! This spectacular Luanda

of million of having spoiled

in home prison

I am corrupt!

Glorious, eternal and blessed dictatorship whose people

buried illiterate.

The independence still didn't arrive

who usurped her?!

A handful

of daggers treacherous slave traders

sold to the foreigners by some moneys

And who this to denounce

a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay

Or a year of prison will be hit

And they have dogs Pitbull

that they eat children

how to know

I am corrupt!

No longer in the surplus a piece of our earth

The independence of the corruption arrived

but it still didn't finish

Nor in the streets we can move ourselves

because a safety is going us

to question and to threaten

I am in the poverty, without country

without to know that did

To steal some thing of the petroleum

that I also spoiled

I am really a zero

Electricity, water, marries, health, job

only for who bought Angola

plus the foreigners than they govern us

It is still fake elections that we already know

they are electoral frauds that beforehand

we already expired

And who this to denounce

a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay

Or a year of prison will be hit

And they have dogs Pitbull

that they eat children

how to know

I am corrupt!

Until the banana, the peanut, the jimboa

the fúnji stole me

Do they steal me, thieves are not?!

And me when I steal

they throw me to kill!

They freed everything but they forgot

of freeing the people

That he shows and it denounces

the corruption

They have white banks

that they spoil us, they kill us!

And the dam of Kapanda doesn't have enough capacity

to supply Luanda

but potency doesn't lack him

to supply the corruption

Nobody is not arrested

while the military committee

to enslave us

The water is also to decrease

and it will end, to lack

The final moment approaches

tumbling

The clamor of the people

he is in the air

I am corrupt

And who this to denounce

a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay

Or a year of prison will be hit

And they have dogs Pitbull

that they eat children

how to know

Utah highway shut after 20m bees escape from lorry

A highway in the US state of Utah was temporarily closed after a lorry carrying at least 20 million bees overturned, freeing the insects.

The bees were being transported to California, ready to pollinate an almond crop next spring.

Interstate 15 was closed down for several hours while local beekeepers worked overnight to recapture the bees.

The trip was among the last of 160 truckloads of bees being sent south from Adee Honey Farms in South Dakota.

Authorities closed the southbound lanes of the highway, near the Arizona border, for several hours on Sunday night. The road reopened early on Monday morning, but officials have warned drivers to keep their windows closed.

"The driver lost control, hit the concrete barrier and rolled over," said Corporal Todd Johnson of the Utah Highway Patrol. "Of course, we then had bees everywhere."

'Complete loss'

Driver Louis Holst and his wife Tammie were dragged out of the overturned trailer by first responders, but were swarmed by the escaped bees on the highway.

"We just started swinging our clothes," Mr Holst told the Associated Press news agency. "They stung her all up and down her neck."

Mr Holst said he was stung about a dozen times and suffered a gash on his forehead. His wife also was both stung and bruised.

Two police officers were also stung.

Richard Adee, owner of Adee Honey Farms, said this truckload, worth approximately $116,000 (£72,500) was "pretty much a complete loss".

Local beekeepers worked overnight to capture the bees, but on Monday most of the inhabitants of the 460 hives were gone or dead.

"We tried to move them [the bees] as far out of the metropolitan area as we could," beekeeper Melvin Taylor told the Reuters news agency. "Because when those bees come alive today, they are going to be mad that their house is all [broken] apart."

Earlier this summer, an estimated 14 million bees escaped from an overturned truck on a Idaho highway.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-15439754

Image: No life threatening injuries were reported after the bees escaped

Shakespeare signs covered in protest of Anonymous film

Shakespeare's name is being removed from signs in Warwickshire in a campaign against a new film which questions whether he wrote his plays.

The Shakespeare Birthplace Trust is taping over nine road signs for the day to coincide with the premiere of Anonymous at the London Film Festival.

It criticised the film as an attempt to "rewrite English culture and history".

A memorial in William Shakespeare's home town of Stratford-upon-Avon is being covered with a sheet.

The sign on The Shakespeare pub in Welford, where the Bard is said to have enjoyed his last drink, is one of 10 pub signs that are being covered.

'Enormous legacy'

The trust said it wanted to highlight the potential impact of the film's

"conspiracy theory" that William Shakespeare was the "barely literate frontman for the Earl of Oxford".

Anonymous stars Rafe Spall as the Bard, Rhys Ifans as the Earl of Oxford, Vanessa Redgrave as Queen Elizabeth I, and asks "Was Shakespeare a fraud?"

It reignites the age-old debate over the authorship of Shakespeare's work, taking the view that it was Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, and not William Shakespeare who was in fact the true author of the famous plays.

“Start Quote

This film flies in the face of a mass of historical fact”

Dr Paul EdmondsonShakespeare Birthplace Trust

Dr Paul Edmondson, head of knowledge and research at the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, said: "This film flies in the face of a mass of historical fact, but there is a risk that people who have never questioned the authorship of Shakespeare's works could be hoodwinked.

"Shakespeare is at the core of England's cultural and historical DNA, and he is certainly our most famous export.

"Today's activity barely scratches the surface, but we hope it will remind people of the enormous legacy we owe to William Shakespeare of Stratford-upon-Avon."

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-coventry-warwickshire-15440882

Image: Nine road signs have been temporarily taped ove

To live is to struggle to be happy

And you got to reach the human being's ambition, the paradise of being, and you are in your eighth amazes of the world. He lives your happiness now so that later you remember of her. Because they are these moments that lead us to the state of the permanent memory of our soul. Never forget: to live is to struggle to be happy.

Global hypocrisy

Anyway the global hypocrisy expired once again. It is also true that the global manipulation is an acquired case, and us no longer we are part of the pieces of the chess game. Now we are corpses in the global cemetery. We are graves, no longer we are alive, but very dead.

China is major supplier of heavy artillery for African countries

The Angolan army is in contact with Chinese defense manufacturer Norinco, seeking to buy heavy artillery, armored vehicles and ammunition.

Posted by ThunderBolt on February 4th, 2009

China already has been supplying an extensive range of light weapons and ammunition to Zimbabwe and Angola. African militarysources told United Press International that Norinco recently exported a number of 155mm howitzers to North African countries, including Algeria, Sudan and Egypt.

One source told UPI that Algeria purchased enough 155mm auto-propulsion howitzers to equip a battalion. Algeria traditionally has not been a purchaser of Chinese ground-force equipment, but seems to have taken its lead from Sudan, which first bought the howitzers.

One company of Chinese auto-propulsion 155mm howitzers consists of six artillery vehicles, one 704-1 positioning radar and one 720-D meteorological radar. One battalion is composed of 18 155mm howitzers, one command vehicle and onesurveillance vehicle.

This type of auto-propulsion 155mm howitzer originated from the 45-caliber PLL01 towed howitzer, which uses extended range full bore, base bleed or rocket-assisted — ERFB-BB/RA — ammunition with a maximum range of 50 kilometers (30 miles).

Other ammunition used for the howitzer includes the 30-kilometer (18 mile) range ERFB/HE — high explosive — and the 39-kilometer (24 mile) range ERFB-BB/HE. The weight of the artillery weapon is 13 tons.

Analysts from the African military industry believe China has fitted Russian Krasnopol semi-active laser-guided gun launch projectiles on its 155mm howitzers. The United Arab Emirates uses the Chinese-version Krasnopols, which are almost one-third cheaper than the Russian originals.

A military source also told the author that Norinco has delivered WMZ-551 6X6 wheeled armored vehicles to both Zambia and Kenya in the past three years.

Kenya is not a traditional market for Chinese ground-force equipment, but as China has been competing fiercely with Russia and South Africa in selling arms in Africa, it appears to be opening up new markets.

The Royal Guards of Oman have imported 50 of these vehicles, and the Sudanese army also has them.

The WMZ-551 uses a new turret and is equipped with the 2A72 30mm gun produced under license from Russia. The armored vehicle can be fitted with a 12.7mm machine gun, 105mm smooth-bore gun, 120mm mortar and four HJ-8 anti-tank missiles.

It has been reported recently that the Chinese army’s light mechanized brigades have received batches of WMZ-551 wheeled armored vehicles fitted with 120mm mortar guns, 105mm smooth-bore guns and 2A72 30mm cannon guns. A source from theChinese military industry told United Press International that the turrets of the WMZ-551 can be transferred to 8X8 wheeled vehicles once those have been developed.

Aside from the weapon systems fitted on board, the WMZ-551 has a combat weight of 13.5 to 19 tons. It is powered by one 235-kilowatt diesel engine, has a maximum speed of 85 kilometers per hour, a maximum duration of 600 kilometers (360 miles), a length of 6.69 meters, width of 2.86 meters, and its speed in water is 8 kilometers per hour. ( UPI )

IN http://www.armybase.us/2009/02/china-is-major-supplier-of-heavy-artillery-for-african-countries/

Corruption in Angola: an Impediment to Democracy. Rafael Marques de Morals

Introduction

On April 1, 2011, the National Assembly of Angola voted for a bill criminalizing the use of the Internet and mobile phones to send information, photographs, or text messages without the prior written consent of those mentioned in the contents. The “Law to Combat Crime in the Area of Information and Communication Technologies and of Information Company Services” establishes a maximum penalty of twelve years in prison for such violations, while online child pornography is given a more lenient maximum sentence of two years. To date, the proposed legislation is in a state of political limbo.

Two weeks later, on April 19, 2011, the National Assembly established one million US dollars as the minimum threshold investment for any individual to qualify as a private investor and receive state incentives. The rationale for the “Law on Private Investment” was that it would attract bigger foreign investments and enable Angolans to be more competitive with their foreign counterparts.

These two legal initiatives illustrate both the current state of democratization in the country and its political economy. Examining these laws is critical in addressing what has become the most defining issue in Angola, both in official discourse and for the society at-large: the untrammeled, high-level corruption in the country. Following the purging years of the Marxist-Leninist era and the continuous civil war (1975-2002), this paper argues that violence is no longer the key feature of governance in Angola: corruption is. At a time when citizens’ demands for democratic reform, economic opportunity, and political accountability have led to upheaval in the Middle East and North Africa, both laws demonstrate the government’s response to the fundamental question of how it plans to rule Angola within this period of regime change and democratic transformation.

This paper is divided into three sections. The first section discusses the consolidation of presidential power in Angola, demonstrating that the power of the executive has been historically strengthened through the use of constitutional and legal measures. This shows that Angolan law rarely serves as a check on power, but instead is used as a tool to enable an environment of high-level corruption and impunity.

The second section introduces the proposed “Law to Combat IT, Communications and Information Society Services’ Crimes” as a case study illustrating the shrinking space of civil society and independent voices in Angola.

The third section addresses the role of the new “Law on Private Investment” in ensuring a presidential monopoly over the levers of Angolan economic power. This section will also present an overview of available legal mechanisms to combat corruption and provide a narrative of the country’s current political economy and its modus operandi in the banking and oil sectors. The expansion of private banking ventures in the country necessitates close scrutiny, as high-ranking public officials who comprise the shareholding structures of these private banks increasingly use these ventures as venues for money laundering. On the other hand, oil is increasingly central to the nation’s realpolitik. In 2010, Angola was the largest oil producer in Africa, with an estimated output of 1.9 million barrels a day. Crude oil represents more than 95% of the country’s total exports.

In conclusion, the paper reflects on the current state of governance in Angola, and what it would take for Angolans to engage in a nation-building process anchored in the separation of powers and its attendant checks and balances, as well as public accountability.

http://makaangola.org/2011/10/english-corruption-in-angola-an-impediment-to-democracy-3/?lang=en

Where the hypocrisy reigns

It is above all don't forget, never she let to dominate for the hypocrisy. At this time there are hypocrites that try at the whole cost to impose us their false moralities. It is that we are in the ideal moment for the victory of the wolves disguised of lambs. She don't let to drag for the populist currents of the chaos and of immense so many revolutionaries. The true, the genuine revolutionary appear along the History just a, or other, very few, now suddenly so many, so many, is the revolution like this confused, who is not known is who, it is not?!

Let us avoid to fall in the temptation of one more Victory of the Pigs. Where the hypocrisy reigns, that it is the case, it will come because the decline.

The Republic of the a hundred thousand dollars

Until the fúnji they stole me

I am corrupt!

Here is the built homeland

enclosed, electrified, with weapons, without moonlight

Oh! This spectacular Luanda

of million of having spoiled

in home prison

I am corrupt!

Glorious, eternal and blessed dictatorship whose people

illiterate persists.

The independence still didn't arrive

who usurped her?!

A handful

of daggers treacherous slave traders

sold to the foreigners by some moneys

And who this to denounce

a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay

Or a year of prison will be hit

And they have dogs Pitbull

that they eat children

how to know

I am corrupt!

No longer in the surplus a piece of our earth

The independence of the corruption arrived

but it still didn't finish

Nor in the streets we can move ourselves

because a safety is going us

to question and to threaten

I am in the poverty, without country

without to know that did

To steal some thing of the petroleum

that I also spoiled

I am really a zero

Electricity, water, marries, health, job

only for who bought Angola

plus the foreigners than they govern us

It is still fake elections that we already know

they are electoral frauds that beforehand

we already expired

And who this to denounce

a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay

Or a year of prison will be hit

And they have dogs Pitbull

that they eat children

how to know

I am corrupt!

Until the banana, the peanut, the jimboa

the fúnji stole me

Do they steal me, thieves are not?!

And me when I steal

they throw me to kill!

They freed everything but they forgot

of freeing the people

That he shows and it denounces

the corruption

They have white banks

that they spoil us, they kill us!

And the dam of Kapanda doesn't have enough capacity

to supply Luanda

but potency doesn't lack her

to supply the corruption

Nobody is not arrested

while the military committee

to enslave us

The water is also to decrease

and it will end, to lack

The final moment approaches

tumbling

The clamor of the people

he is in the air

I am corrupt

And who this to denounce

a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay

Or a year of prison will be hit

And they have dogs Pitbull

that they eat children

how to know

Image: SOS WILLIAM TONET. It kills himself the man but never their ideas

10Out11. Dr William Tonet, the national hero of the Angolan democracy.

Condemned by the military committee of Angola to the payment in the period of five days of a hundred thousand dollars, or a year of prison.

Collect of bottoms to pay the fine requested by the Tribunal of Luanda, in favor of the journalist's freedom, director of the weekly publication FOLHA8 and pled Dr William Tonet. The deposit is to be done in the Banco de Fomento de Angola in the bill number: 383111031009.

After all we thought

Philosopher is the individual that ends philosophically after endless interior dissertation that we were born, we died and that we acted as the internal incentives attack us and external that they stroll to our turn. And that we reached the incommensurable truth when leaned over about the abstractions of the endless Universe, because that the more vast to least conclusions we arrived. And that after all due to the such smallness got lost confined us universes. And that after all the cosmoses are the key of the truth of the philosophy. And that in being able to of that key we didn't get to decipher the door, how to open her. And when finally the door is disappointed, oh discovered addition, oh last evidence. The door stands back from us to the speed of the light, she was surprised, it was stunned because it also sought the truth of the cosmogony and it deciphered her: that after all we thought.

And you see the distant love

He goes; it follows your steps, the last of your ephemeral destiny that, disguised there is a lot desire for you. In spite of the masks that you invented, that you inculcated in your face, to the end of your terrestrial adventure, he will close up the last mask of your misfortune. Oh! Only now, in the end, you don't want to perish, you resist, you don't want to go, and in your last moment probes an inhuman effort, reinforcement of living. You go definitively and you see the distant love to waive you for sinking of your Titanic.

Meditate: the love is the only winner.

Until already in our refuge, leaned us disenchanted. The waves of the sea challenge the immutableness of the venereal time, and they whip us with beating metal basins. Actually, in the Nature everything gets lost and anything if it transforms. And the waves of the sea air cross the more discharges and daring human protections in the challenge: everything that the human being projects and it builds, always stronger, more powerful, the waves of the marine fantastic cavalcades more they strengthen, and so easily they penetrate, they leave rocks and they smile at the men's bad projects that fall so without mercy for the storm. It is that the humans persist in the fundamentalism of the matter, of the material. For everything to resist to the fury of the elements it is necessary, fundamental, primordial a raw material: the fortress of the LOVE. It builds your projects with love and you will never be expired. The forces of the Nature will follow you and forever they will obey you. Meditate: the love is the only winner. He thinks about that.

Our eternal source of the youth is the love.

It is suddenly stopped as that alerted by a mysterious force that it imposes us a discovery. And as that it jumps us, he assaults us a sparkle in our mind. Were we never possessed before by something what understood, my God that this will be?!, did we ask in the frenzied ones. And we looked and anything we seem to surprise. There it is the uncertain virtuosity of the crowd in the promised agony; there are anxious millennia for the promised liberator. The crowds come out mechanics, messianic of the prisons of the home for the another of laboring. They vegetate in the blockade of the announcements that they promise them a life better, very healthy. Will it be that they will get to meet again them outraged and millenarian mazes of the love that the vampires suck us? Renounce, abandon everything, the human being becomes pregnant her with love, and with him it should continue. Our eternal source of the youth is the love.

Eternal absence

After your odyssey in the slavery of the life, suddenly the death called you, it was your time, it sought, and the bill of your life paid off.

And your adventures in the highways, years, so many years of lost expectations. And you continued, you turned to the limits of the destiny.

It is deceived so many times insisted on the slaves' route. More years, so many years without remuneration.

It is the more suffering, more food for God that later will reward you, it will guide you, it will feed you in this life and in the other it will follow you.

The reward is in the earth that we stepped and in the sky we just looked at him.

We lived of promises, and of tortuous hopes of the electoral politicians' assemblies.

And the times always so difficult, easy for the ones that they adulterate the History, always more and more difficult for the crowds that perish in her without they glimpse the promised better future, forgotten, lost.

To remember the watered earth of tears. Of so much time in her past in the fight against the sadness of the poverty, in the certainty that the death is the left faculties' continuation so that the alive ones in them are inspired and continue in opening of the doors of the Universe.

Image: fun95.com

Miss Universe of everyday

I always await the infinite wait of the delay

as in the magic of the margins of my sky it despairs an angel

I will never forget my gesture of tenderness

always dedicated to my son in the distant abandoned

for promises that will never be accomplished

I will never forget the waits of my countless worms

Human lines to get the essential of everyday

Centuries and desperate centuries to affirm me as woman

With dignity I became used to support

the contempts that it has been throwing on me

And in this provoked human condition

it is reborn me the black existence, and leaning:

I am black about the brown sun of the afternoons

As the moonlight of the nights, and naturally

spotted of the yellow dawns of the annual marigold

Because I am beautiful, as the dawn of everyday

I am black because I am deigns, African descending nobleman

The immensity of the Universe is microscopic, such and which is as the love.

The spirit of the waters still didn't rejuvenate her because her poetry is frozen, cold. The noises of the drums are listened in the savannas caressing him moistened grass of the vigil nights without roofs. In the distance it is heard agitating of wings of the perished bThe spirit of the waters still didn't rejuvenate her because her poetry is frozen, cold. The noises of the drums are listened in the savannas caressing him moistened grass of the vigil nights without roofs. In the distance it is heard agitating of wings of the perished birds of the contagious uncertain direction. The fights and our aspirations lead us to the convulsions of the glances loaded of betrayal, humiliation and spoliation. To live is to combat, for better life conditions to obtain. Revolutionary is just a mere word that is it of facto, never uses her. Poet is to know to meditate, to savor the movements of a stopped screen but showing us the movements of the History of the slavery and of the human infamy. Glance is to show, to prove that the immensity of the Universe is microscopic, such and which is as the love.

Image: Mountain of Baltoro - Pakistan

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To martyr, Lady Ermelinda Freitas, Angolan Joan of Arc

The militant of the BD – Block Democratic, prey with other demonstrators in a total of fifty, some tortured, martyred and others disappeared to the May 27. They faced with unheard courage the most repressive and ferocious forces of the world that are entitled of democratic. Another process of the 50 wins body, the history repeats. But now it is of facto and of it swears the fight for the true independence that is locked. The democracy will expire and of their executioners it will be freed, it will silence them.

The soft morning breeze attracts us

We already reached finally the sunset where the love keeps our desires privately. In the foams of the transparent and irreverent tides of the cycles that seem repetitive, we walked uncertain in chiseled them sands that are slippery, they lie down wavy. The soft morning breeze attracts us for the boundaries of the irreversibility of the time of the love. The murmur of the ancestral fossils invades our memoirs of the beginning of the first love. And we rejoiced because finally we met again the lost love, and of him we didn't want more to leave, because we feared to faint in the unfathomable roads of the passion glances no rewarded, no understood

Image: Nanga Parbat (Pakistan)

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The woman's tears fecundate the Earth of the jasmines.

Woman is a pearl always present, doesn't need oyster. It is the smile that makes to live us. It is the infinite beauty of the gestures of the remarkable feat of the charm. It is a potent light bunch that in the guide and in the abducts for the roads/nests of the love. The mystery of her glance does with that our heart stabilizes, normalize the blood pressure. To be woman is the astral ecstasy. A woman is several dimensions, several Universes. It is a rose of eternal petals. It is our salvation stairway for the paradise. The World moves, the World is woman. Their caresses are not tender, they are divine. To love her is to know to listen the sounds of their silences. The time is infinite; he was the woman who invented him. Peace, silence, harmony, wisdom, patience, to forgive, to believe, tenderness, love, and a lot, much more of the divine essence that it originates the WOMAN. The woman's tears fecundate the Earth of the jasmines.

Three years later

The last images are recorded, very clear in the heart of my photographic memory. Your smiles of pride pursue me when you saw me, you protected, in my child games always in the challenge of the eminent danger, and your hands and your heart always in alert state, as if you were a great protecting eagle with two great homelike wings and you flew, and with your claws affectionately you caught me and you suspended in your touching lap.

And for among laughter’s, rushes and shouting’s the time of the years elapsed and child's body no longer if he saw, juvenile he felt.

The maternal love is only in the Nature and in the World, and if he disappears, of the life it will just remain a memory string, of one times in that a species existed what somebody called human.

It is abandoned to the days of the life memorized each gesture, each sound… he discovered, it foresaw the future.

Of the monsters of the human cruelty you protected me, almost that you didn't sleep. Humans and inhuman they belong to the same animal species.

And when in my child ingenuousness it pulled the flowers that you affectionately watered, you caressed as if they were other children, your children, and between screams and harsh gestures it squeezed them, showing that among us humans, the violence is always present. But easily corrected by the lessons of the mammy's demonstration that it explains to us that the flowers when mistreated cry also.

And in rumbling of the storms, and in the orange of the rays he woke up of fright, because he heard trembling deafening of the stranger, he screamed desperate: Mammy! Mammy! Mammy!

And you always loving: ready my son, be not afraid, the mammy is already here.

And full of peacefulness and happiness agglutinated back to sleep to her body, in a desire that such it never ended, and that my mother never lacked me.

While we lived didn't recognize our mothers' deserved value. And after her departure forever, lying in the arms of the death we remembered, we wanted, we felt the lack of her presence, of their suits pieces of advice, of their constants words transformed in smiles.

The time passes, it perishes, but mother's love never forgets, forever it stays.

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Thick fog of the mute pianos

And the storks moved without sea

and in earth everything buried

vegetated

No, it just finished somebody

that it sought the lost time

of the word

The nights fall asleep dehumanized

with so many spoiled souls

awake, heartless

So much fake love in a gift to a child

until the flowers they are have enough

they are thinned

of hypocrisy?

It is enough smiling of just a woman

that the World is satisfied

he moves

And as in her the smile finished

the world was displeased, reverse

And many of us

they disappeared in the bitterness of the life

they were distended

A suit smile arrives to the fastest heart

of the one that a flowing body, polluted

The strident, (he stopped softening) sparrow in our Gothic windows

in withering of the death of the works concreted in adorned them

that they succumb us in the pollution of this stipulated civilization

our future is made of concrete

And afflicted we walked, not!

in the love we tripped

I always dream about high mountains to hover in mine to fly

Awake diligent

panicky

a hunter human/dehumanized

he aims at me, he throws me to kill

We got tired of seeking in the external roads

because our interiors

they continue ignored

Still nobody sang them a psalm

of sighs, of loves

The love stays unconquered

When we are not free are not able to, nor we know as loving. Only the freedom allows to savor us dreaming of loving. As it is very curious on these times of so many and so many conquered freedoms, the love stays unconquered. Did anybody see, or does he have knowledge of the conqueror's of the love shadow? I believe that I never again heard the famous scream messenger: I "love you with all my being and with all my forces. I am yours and you are, you will be mine forever. We just have to unite our hearts."

As everything the more until the rules of the love is forgotten, abandoned in a castle ghostly, dismal, fence, kept by curses. Free the love of the slavery of the dictatorship of the curse.

What things, that times these, where did one already see to love without love?

Angola. ANGOLAN ENDO COLONIALISM AND FORCED DISPLACEMENTS

Luiz Araújo SOS-Habitat
In the picture nude woman that undressed front to the wreckers to protest against the demolition of her house.

Let us invest in the power of the Love

We have the power of the love. He sees, when we are happy everything to our turn if it rejoices, everything surrenders to the happiness of our love. The best project than we can do, to invest, of our lives is the love. And as in him already nobody invests, the world economy lost the passion and he lives in the illusion of the love. Let us invest because in the love and let us save our lives.

It is one more love hymn that resumes.

The days of sun bloom and they rejuvenate the fortresses of our love. Where exists human beings, there are always some that trust the honesty of the love. Our fight, our hope, they are always the smiling springs announced in peeping of the near sparrows in our window, in the search of something for sustenance, and also, because no, of our eternal love.

The old trees contemplate us in the garden of our childhood, in the children's company that they learn how to live. Let us don't lose the hope of the days without love. To plant the love, here is our future, here is our crop. The love is the power of our secret.

The crowds are disoriented because they lost, they don't know the direction of the love, and they torture our souls. We have to get to catch the last carriage of the love, before it is late. Let us think, let us renew the gestures and the caresses of the love. There is always time to take some love sips.

When we feel bill, we verified that most of our thoughts is going to the love. To love is not to die, it is to live. The love is our army, the key of our successes.´

When I contemplate the watered fields of sun, wavy for the soft and inviting breeze, and the planting flown over by amounts of insects and birds, it is one more love hymn that resumes.

Don't leave the love given to her luck

Happy birthday. They say that it exists the lost city of the love somewhere. All the lovers are attracted mysteriously for her. And you? Don't you want to unmask the mystery of that city?

The corruption is so taken root that endangers in a such way the empire of the love, that can tumble.

The source of the love of the water divine, aphrodisiac, is the balm that inspires the in love ones. Don't leave this source to dry, except the in love ones they will end.

There was a kingdom where the king and the queen if they always loved intensely, they never dismayed. Many years passed, until that in one day, unexpectedly the queen died. It is soon the kingdom entered in ruins. Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him.

Don't leave the love given to her luck. They are necessary deep reforms in the democratic system. We have to create the democracy of the love, before we attend the great final catastrophe.

The human catastrophes, slaughters in holocaust, also accompany the natural and environmental catastrophes. In spite of everything, the roads of the love continue safe.

When we contemplated a flower, we let to arrest us for her air white, attractive. It is like this that the love works.

There is a false love that uses tentacles to arrest us, to snatch. When later we discovered the fraud, we felt vastly unhappy. Therefore, he loves the love, and no their tentacles.

Paraphrasing: violent if he says of the love. But they are not said violent those that oppress him.

To build a pyramid, it is to reach the summit of the perfection. And you, when do you build your pyramid of the love?

And they insist on the declaration that the money everything purchase, including the love. But, passed some time the love riots, because the impurity of the money is momentary.

When the trees undress, they show us the nakedness of their trunks, and later they relive, they get dressed of glory. It is likewise with the love.

Until reaching her climax, the love it expires, it jumps many obstacles, a lot of barriers. And you? How many walls of the shame and of the incomprehension you did move to you impassion yourself for your love?

The complicity of the closed doors, of the places, "here we are more comfortable, nobody annoys" us, in the disposition of the objects, in the constant heads in the air, disoriented. It is this the potion, the symptomatology of the love.

When the doors of the love close, it is complicated to reopen them. It is as a valuable safe that just rare people know the secret of her lock. And the love is as a safe, a lot of secrets that only opens up with the passion of the loving ones.

Paraphrasing: violent if he says of the love. But they are not said violent those that oppress him. Because they don't free the manifestations of the love?

Luanda. Murder of two militant of the Democratic BD-block

FRIENDS OF THE DEMOCRATIC BLOCK, BD. This weekend was Tragic here in Cacuaco. The Police KILLED 2 (two) young to I remove! They were both Militant of BD. The first on Saturday July 16, 2011, Mr. Rui Castro André, was 40 years old, the second in the July 18, 2011 with only 19 years!!

In AMIGOS OF THE DEMOCRATIC BLOCK ANGOLA IN FACEBOOK

We went to the land, we spoke to the families and with people that were present in the height that the " Gentlemen agents if like this call"committed these crimes are been able to, while Our Companion Mr. Francisco Guedes, was in the it sleeps of the Hospital Maria Pia, to try to solve the autopsies of our Murdered Siblings. Did I go to speak with the Mr. Commander of the Division of Cacuaco, where was I informed what Rui was armed!!! If Rui was armed and ready to shoot, because it took the shot in the backs? This history is very badly counted. There are still more things, only that it doesn't suit to expose for the time being... the second young Mr. Jacinto, went out with a group of more seven young with drums and basins at the four hours, for us to go in search of water, because EPAL, (A company that provides water) broke all of the private tanks and the residents of the neighborhood Paradise, they are without drop of water! To the they pass it some 50 meters of the house of the 1st boss of the police, the Mr. he remembers to open the window and he shoots for the group, it reached the youth in the right leg and as he didn't have the First Aid, it died. As Angolan I feel Turbulent, as the things they are directed and they try to solve these CRIMES. He hurt A lot to be in the middle of those families, completely Destroyed by the Pain. It is time really to say is Enough. The DEMOCRATIC BLOCK won't leave that the Police continue to Kill. Is this Rotten Paz, is this development, and is this the democracy that PR/MPLA announces the all of the hours in TPA (Public Television of Angola, before People) and in the Radios? Thank you very much but we don't Want More... it is ENOUGH, Mr. JES ARRIVES...

Image: Neighborhood of S. Pedro to the Head, Luanda

The fabled roads of the love

The love is always in first place, but nobody has courage of attributing her the prize. The medal of gold goes because for the love. He is the winner of all of the medals.

They guarantee that in the politics the silence is not made of gold. But in the love it is, it is enough to feel the silences of the glances.

They say that on the whole side the life is full of heroism. Yes, it proves him the fight of the heroic love.

When the electric circuits of our heart suffer a voltage overload, it is commonly this the one that called love.

It is finally it Lord it went down, it was long but it arrived. But no longer there was nobody for loving. He has a lot that the love had gotten lost in the Earth.

The heart short circuit is what felt when we are betrayed for who loved. The fuses of the love are founded.

They say that it doesn't exist eternal. Playful, it is what are. He exists yes gentleman, the eternal love.

In the first times the hunt of the love was to the blow. Then it was the kiss. To follow kiss with flowers and the whole luck of offerings. Today, in the love it is worth everything.

Without physical contact, without caresses, the love is suffering. Never stand back of the love. Never leave him only.

The life in the Earth extinguishes very quickly, because no longer there is nobody that knows love. Or will it be that we attended the last pair's of lovers end?

Shady they are the roads of the darkness. Clear, of intense brightness they are the roads of the love, where all got lost.

In any activity of our life, the time is always present. In the love no, the time stops, I eat if it didn't exist. The love is the time.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. He/she always smiled lovingly that the love will contemplate you.

When we remembered our last lives, we verified afflicted that those that left very early for the eternal, it was because we didn't love them convincingly. We confused selfishness with love.

The fight for the love is never in vain. Be always persevering, and the love in you will wake up. Therefore, don't waste time with futile things. He/she dedicates you, he/she gives you to the slavery of the love.

Because it is that we make love in public immoral, susceptible to prison is considered? But the animals make him/it, and we found very natural. He/she wants to say that the walls of the shame of the love still were not demolished.

The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

I lost the love, and I move in the hope of the rocks of the sad times. So many lives that I already lived and I saw lost. Of them it remains me the memory of the sweetness of the love.

The nostalgia of the keys of the piano presses me, they transport me for the past of the lost times. The music reminds us always the dear beings that we lost and her love.

He comes us always to the memory the committed mistakes of the inexperience in the things of the love. Of the people that we loved truly and that we will never forget. Yes, the love is unforgettable, inexplicable.

The love is for all, but just some know their secrets and they are not willing reveal us to her. The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

If love didn't exist, we would just see nights because the days are the awakening of the love. And we would only live of nights the cruelty of the non existence of the love.

Never perches time in the search of the love, because he is very close of you. Does he look to your turn, don't you see it?! Does he look inside of you, is he always there.

There is who does long trips for the stranger in the vain attempt of the discovery of the roads of the love. After very exhausted, the traveller returns and she sees stupefaction that the love waits for him. Will it be that their trips were vain?

So many times that we loved along our lives and we were not corresponded. We were always with the hearts betrayed. We are the victorious eternal slaves of the love.

And those loving ones that they explore seas, mountains, forests, rivers, storms, pursued by all of the misfortunes. And alone in the moment of the death they discover finally what is the love, and they take that divine secret with them.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. It is as if other being left our interior and it hovered and that he not wants more to return, not to lose those moments and slowness eternally.

To love they are necessary two beings. Cannot a being be loved himself? The love is not only one. Without lovers there is no love.

The wise persons keep the love in their hearts. The fools keep it in the games of their words.

The ones that use the roads of the falsehood of the love, they leave to her passage such desolation that they dry until the plants, everything disappears. On the contrary, the ones that use the roads of the truth find the happiness of the love.

It remains us the stairway of the love

So many inventions for us to benefit us the life, they enchant us. So many marvels that privatize until our souls. So many promises that atrophy us the spaces and our steps. No longer there is nobody what gets (did they forget?) of inventing the love?

After one more dizzy day, the noisy night approaches. The tired eyes close rested in the agitated silence of the lost love.

The publicity that besieges us to every moment shows us the paradise, the announcement, the climax of the finally return of the Lord. And which is the day of the redemption, of the filiation of our love?

The stairways of our lives are solemnly left. The promised stairway for the kingdom of the sky also. It remains us the stairway of the love. But, who will her builder be?

We fled to and fro, in the constant it seeks of the peacefulness that we desired, but we didn't find. In the reality we escaped from the love that we transformed, monstrous. Fugitives of the despair, of the buried love.

And it rained intensely, as usually. Two wet passionate youths took refuge in a homelike tree. And the rain didn't stop, it increased, it seemed other flood that approached. And them strange in the passion, rapt. A flood of unequalled love if it instituted, he promised.

Leave the doors of your hearts opened so that the love in them among, triumphal

So many inventions for us to benefit us the life, they enchant us. So many marvels that privatize until our souls. So many promises that atrophy us the spaces and our steps. No longer there is nobody what gets (did they forget?) of inventing the love?

After one more dizzy day, the noisy night approaches. The tired eyes close rested in the agitated silence of the lost love.

The publicity that besieges us to every moment shows us the paradise, the announcement, the climax of the finally return of the Lord. And which is the day of the redemption, of the filiation of our love?

The stairways of our lives are solemnly left. The promised stairway for the kingdom of the sky also. It remains us the stairway of the love. But, who will her builder be?

We fled to and fro, in the constant it seeks of the peacefulness that we desired, but we didn't find. In the reality we escaped from the love that we transformed, monstrous. Fugitives of the despair, of the buried love.

And it rained intensely, as usually. Two wet passionate youths took refuge in a homelike tree. And the rain didn't stop, it increased, it seemed other flood that approached. And them strange in the passion, rapturous. A flood of unequaled love if it instituted, he promised.