In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

segunda-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2011

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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1 comentário:

José María Souza Costa disse...

Passei aqui lendo. Vim lhe desejar um Tempo Agradável, Harmonioso e com Sabedoria. Nenhuma pessoa indicou-me ou chamou-me aqui. Gostei do que vi e li. Por isso, estou lhe convidando a visitar o meu blog. Muito Simplório por sinal. Mas, dinâmico e autêntico. E se possivel, seguirmos juntos por eles. Estarei lá, muito grato esperando por você. Se tiveres tuiter, e desejar, é só deixar que agente segue.
Um abraço e fique com DEUS.

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