To free a society

One of the consequences of the lack of freedom is the underdevelopment economical, scientific, technician and cultural.

The explored countries became economically weak and in many cases, thrown in a chaotic situation that he forces them to retake or to continue her dependence of the other countries more developed.

To free is to transform for the violence a social order established by minorities.

And for that reason to free a society, it is to do the revolution.

It is necessary to free the Man not only of the colonial slavery, but still in any way of social dominance inside each country. No class can explore other.

In Agostinho Neto. January 20, 1978. Speeche in the University of Ibadan, Nigeria.

Until already the love appears us in extinction roads.

As it is always pleasant to hear a celestial voice sing and her song to become to inebriate. Our existence depends on the dictatorship of the Nature and of the dictators without her. However, they want to convince us that the world for us is one brevity, and for them the eternity. And the offences and humiliations continue to good rhythm in this raft of petroleum to the drift. We are entitled of we struggle for the that remains us: the love.

We are our Universe, but some idiots until the non right of we look at the sky want to ordain. It is for this that the revolutions are happened as galaxies. Like this being, the human being will always be the eternal rioted. Our home, our family and everything the more than it surrounds us, they are not property of any group, bank, or of any government. Until already the love appears us in extinction roads.

The terror came unfastened as ferocious dogs, and like this continuing our children will never be happy. They will live in an universe without stars, without sun, without laughter’s. Until it seems that they are born other new revolutionary roads. It is that the illiterates are going conquering the podiums of the power. Will this unfortunately steer for another conflict - but what more the human being knows how to do? - because when the fire of the love fades, another war resumes. If no longer you get to love the love, he loves the Nature in flower.

All of the roads of the life take us unavoidably to our hopeless end. Everything is a subject of time. Maybe that Shakespeare made a mistake, and he should have writing: to be or not to be, here is the time. And we let to take us in the temporary waves and suddenly we woke up in the evening of the life. The great discovery of all of the times: we are old and the time that despairs is us short for us to render the longings of our aspirations. It remains us the preacher's time: there is a time for everything.

We ran, we ran without sense, operate by remote controls for the forces of the destiny that he wants want, he not wants, it is us imposed. All of the actions of the government are an imposition. Without any doubt that this is not any mystery. Only that we always walked very distracted for fashions that blind our eyes and senses. On these times we have to walk extremely with very care, because it will be able to a bomb at any moment to explode, a volcano to enter in eruption, a hurricane or a violent storm, an ocean of water, a earthquake and other storms. And no longer we lived, we just faked it. But that this doesn't darken your happy birthday.

Never so much was stolen as on these democratic times

The dictators are convinced that their dictatorships are eternal. And they are built in palaces surrounded by armies of Special Forces for us to sleep and if they protect of the spoiled populations, unemployed, martyred. And curious case, they promise us frequently that the democracy already comes to road. But she never arrives; on the contrary, every time stands back plus, there for very far, in the Hell. Only an eternal dictatorship, the one of the love exists.

We lived among walls that move and they want to squeeze us. We went again deceived with the promise of freedom and democracy by the revolutionaries that after all wanted the power for us to steal us everything… in the legality. To see who are the best friends of the unscrupulous banks is enough. And they continue to promise us the oasis in this earth.

So many years, so many birthdays elapsed that finally they ended under regimes that cut us until the expirations, they put an end us to the privileges that we conquered along a fight life. It is now apply us the most common democratic dictatorship. Where was a worker already seen to lose him what conquered, what did work? And the bankers that destroyed us, and they destroy, they laugh her in our backs.

Never so much was stolen as on these democratic times. Never so much was destroyed as in these beautiful times of governments elect democratic spirit for the popular vote. And new elections and the elect ones are made that they govern us, they careen the boat of the government, and they sink us. And that it is everything well, it is enough to see the inflation tax. Yes, it is everything well… in the boxes of the garbage. Where the voters look for something for us to survive.

Index of Instalment of the African Presidents. The good, the bad and the villain

Mr. Santos (Angola) in 3rd in the tyrants' list, to proceed to the Brother Kadaffi and su hermano Teodoro Obiang-Nguema; the Comrade boss meets in the 11th position, to count of the last, the 52nd of the list among the worst African presidents.

Rafael Marques makaangola.com

In agreement with the classification, Zedú, (Mr. José Eduardo dos Santos), is the last in the presidents' step whose government way deserves Intensive Cares. Below itself, the form of government of the homologous ones that they proceed doesn't have him any reanimation hypothesis: It is the step of the it sleeps.

In that Angola can be proud. He just needs intensive cares.

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Luanda, Angola. Bank BESA in the bankruptcy

The way as the banks began to install in Luanda after the coming of the peace in 2002, with hundreds of agencies to open almost like the proliferation of cancerous cells, invading spaces with own characteristics, transfiguring them of thread to wick to them to be identical to the invader and they assume all their functions of predators, he made to think us in a removing of Thomas Jefferson, in 1808, see well: I "believe that the bank institutions are more dangerous for our freedoms than ready whole armies for the combat.

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Now what happens for the moment is that, more and more, the country continues to be invaded by an avalanche of agencies of a great number of institutions bank, Angolan and international. They came because the profits are fabulous. They came to accede them. And what at this time frightens is us that one of the most opulent Portuguese banks, of the last ones to install in Angola, BESA, be to give signs for other clearings of finding to the edge of the bankruptcy. They ask for a thousand dollars to open account and they don't have money to reward their customers. They say that they are awaiting money of Portugal. Very disturbing. They remember Lheman Brothers's bankruptcy and of the world crisis that was proceeded. Is BESA been to fail now, in Angola, that crisis type will be us done reserve? It is simply terrifying.

A light string

It is as that a divine revelation, the awakening with the solar light, and to hear the to fly and to see turning green, and the others that it insists still, and it resists. Before so much groundless destruction there are still politicians that guarantee us well-being and social harmony. And we felt the life shorten without redemption, always in the sonority of the same words without sense.

We continued without we know where push us, because before so much tastelessness more and more lean us to the abyss of the to go and not to return. There is a lot of speed in the destruction of everything that in the fence, and a lot of slowness in the future of our lives. It seems that until the hope and the love destroyed us.

Still a light string echoed at the forest, but, the humans didn't understand the reason of the balance that hovered ancestral. And they everything, they planted trees, and concrete light. And they were very happy. When no more our eyes rest not in the vegetable green, then we can say: my good-bye Earth and my World loved.

And we were in the irreversibility of our years, in the laments of the lost time. If it returned behind would not commit such mistake. But returning and the repaired mistake, we verified that we continued arrested of the time. We aged, but however our spirit more and more rejuvenates her. We were as that static in the cells of the time, to see it pass so hopelessly. The time stays, some of us are not forgotten, but most is as if it never existed, they are never reminded.

They are many the roads of the life but we ignored which of them to proceed. We usually followed the wrong. We decided to choose other, and other, and we verified that we continued in the wrong direction. Until that finally we learned, we discovered the right road. It is here that we reached the summit of the Truth, the last moments, the ecstasy at the end of our life. I believe that it is this that one calls to live.

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