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.

terça-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2011

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.




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