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.

sexta-feira, 25 de março de 2011

Help us! Free journalist Mr. Armando Chicoca


Journalist Angolan victim of the cruellest, ferocious, insane, voracious, cannibal injustice of the last dictatorship in Africa.

quarta-feira, 16 de março de 2011

We lost the friendship of the Nature


And the Earth was proud, she felt very it holds. Everything in her lived the happiness, the harmony, the charm, the freedom and the balance. The god of the Nature blessed them regularly, and all of the beings' prayers went to the trees, for the vegetation, for the rivers, mountains. And all if they respected and they loved. Oh of who dared to mistreat a tree, but no, the divine essence was there, in the paradise. They loved the Nature and she corresponded them. Until that one day appeared for there a human being, a man, and he saw that there was good to build central nuclear.

We know where go, but our future no longer. With so many exasperations human, inhuman, our planet knows: our extinction. It was previsible that such happened, but the damned habit of challenging the forces of the Nature triumphed and everything keeled over and nothing else remained. Just wreckage of a progress inexistent, dangerous. And after the destruction of this planet, the man already thinks about the conquest of the chaos of other.

The profit is enemy of the civilization, because to exist, to survive, it uses the destruction of our planet. Constantly it fills the Earth of wounds, because it belongs to her that the humus is extracted that becomes money, for enrichment of some and the poverty of the other ones. In spite of there is a lot if they emit constants alarms that to continue to live like this, in the disordered spoliation of the Earth, the tragic end would appear. And it seems that they got to destroy what still remained us: a tiny hope.

quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011

The eternal ones and suits moments of the silences of the love


They happened in an idyll, in an oasis, the vacations in that Northeast of that beach, always Atlantic. Your feet levitated, they caressed, and they played in the superficial sand. As something new, an unknown pleasure. Agitating of the water sounded you in the ears: "Come! It comes! “And you let to caress you for the current coherent, lukewarm, and still marine. You gave as offering, your corporal universe to the god of the cast on the shore Northeast. I navigate a lot in my boat always in the hope of meeting, to navigate in the South of your Atlantic Ocean.

We are still so distant, but very close of your silences contagious, inebriant, and however so perennial, inspiring. No, no… I agreed with my mind, it has her, it is you totally she given. It is been speak to me of love… no longer I remember what that means. Just a tenuous memory of other lives, of other times, of other last eras. There was already a time in that the people believed immaculately in the love. But nowadays it was reserved as merchandise. In my youth it believed strongly in him, it carried him, it took him very seriously. But with the age I discovered, I learned, and that he is a lot for besides us… it is metaphysical, one cannot play of light vitality with him. I know that he is there in our Northeast, that it is where I am in this precise moment… to your wait.

segunda-feira, 7 de março de 2011

Will it be that this is the civilization of the silence?


The times continue agitated, extraordinary. The symphonies of the Nature go by us in lunatic would run. It is for that, that we lost, didn't apprehend her melody. Until crying of the children it seems uncomfortable perishes. And the wars for the freedom are reborn us and they agitate the dictators. They are the constant winds of the change that transport us for the future of the that is of all of us and not just of some.

We dreamed a lot that we flew and we crossed all of the obstacles flying much higher, always. But to the we wake up verified stupefies that we continued at the same place, and of him we didn't get to leave, because to him they tied us. And we let to lean us in the eternal silence of the lost and desperate wills of the laments of our unconscious walls. Will it be that this is the civilization of the silence?

One of the most fearsome weapons of the slavery is the doctrine that we owed the all the moment obedience to the superior entities. That is extremely pleasant for the religions and political dictators. The imposition of the permanent superstition so that it is easier our dominance. The holders of the power always have the pretension of they decreed laws for us to control us the steps and the mind day and night. Will it be that in a very close future will sleep and will we dream in another dimension Matrix?

All the ones that aspirate to the power promise us so much happiness as if a parallel planet existed. Near to the power, the garden of the paradise is revealed as planted carnivorous plants, and our oasis again the hell. Always with the same verbalization of the economic conjuncture that is us very unfavourable. And the scientists that there are dozens of years prevent us for if they don't build houses close of the margins, because the sea level is to arise. But even so many build and the sea later destroys. It is business, just as the politics. Are we condemned to the voting of eternal elections?

Our poverty spreads because there is always somebody that makes business of that. The most whopping example is the bank activities in countries where the populations live in the poverty, and the banks get to present profits astronomical. And healthy regimes that are said democratic because leaning for the richest countries. He wants to say: a democracy for rich and other for poor. And because it is that those fortunes gotten in collusion with spoliators dictators are not immediately frozen? Because the democracy also writes right for crooked lines.

sábado, 5 de março de 2011

Military/secret police threat weekly paper publication death FOLHA8 and it impedes her publication.


Our lives run danger, at any moment…
Luanda, Angola. MPLA REIMPORTS THE TERROR OF THE MAY 27
The newspaper FOLHA8 this week, edition of 05Mar11, was not published due to that the employees of the print shop where it is printed, received many threats for cellular phone of strangers, threatening them that if they printed it, the responsibilities for their murders would relapse on them, the workers of the print shop. And the fear did with they paralyzed the work, so that Folha8 didn't come out for the newsstands.
And the authors of the anonymous phone calls decreed that Folha8 is a weekly paper that incites to the violence.
Without a doubt that our lives run danger. MPLA is to urge her war machine for the physical elimination of everything and of all that are not in agreement with her political line that is: the corruption, the spoliation, and the maintenance of the concentration camps of the death, dispersed for all to Angola.
Angola burns, Angola is the hell.
Who accusation the corruption commits the incitement crime to the violence.
Stalin is alive, and it waives us with the death.
The one that MPLA intends is very simple: he wants to be alone with her family and with Angola as deprived property. And who is not of agreement, bang! bang!
MPLA wants the total and complete war. Never who did a war highly fratricidal it is in conditions of speaking in peace, could only make him with the devil. In fact as always he made it and he does.
To listen the radios, TVs and the newspapers of Mpla that now bomb us more than never, at night and in the daytime with propaganda orthodox Stalinists, this is not incitement to the violence?
But, more war against who? Against the flies and mosquitoes that infest us, and for the ones which no solution there has be more than thirty years, and is the population that already crossed him what considered poverty?
The return at the old good times of the slaughters returned.
We waited that the Angolan ones she don't let to kill as the Nazis did. That they transported millions of human rags for the they chirps in the gas chambers of the fields of massive extermination.
To Gestapo and SS they opened branches in Angola, and it seems that they already exercise activities. It is only to listen the news sections of the means of communication of Mpla.
The incredible of this everything, is that with the borders of very insecure Angola, grow up one more internal conflict than certainly it will provoke the chaos once again. Won't this be one more suicide?
To force million of Angolan to the poverty, that is not an indecent incitement to the violence?
When, how now, do they threaten us in thousand and a mortal way that is not incitement to the violence?
When can Mpla only make manifestations, and more nobody can him, is it prohibited categorically, that is not incitement to the violence?
The whole mineral wealth… everything that smells to dollars is in being able to of the famous group of the six of Mpla. That also incitement is not to the violence?
When there is no intellectual possibility of debate the violence of Mpla appears. And in this he is very underneath, because who doesn't have cerebral capacity… it uses the shot and the death, because he doesn't know how to talk. The important is the universities of the illiteracy, and the birth of a new homeland with the unconditional support of the new life of the Oil Church that gives the Angolan people to the cemeteries of Mpla. This also incitement is not to the violence?
Is the way with what arrested and do they condemn the political opponents, this is not incitement to the violence?
MPLA pleads the Angolan population to maintain vigilant. It can only be surveillance of the corruption and of the poverty that they don't stop, until they already broke the world record.
To end with the markets, how the one of Roque Santeiro, and to force the thousands of salespersons to beg for her in the streets, this is not a cadaverous incitement to the violence?
To flood foreigners' Angola and to offer them our jobs, this is not an incentive to the violence?
At this time Mpla has at least four factions: the Faction-JES, of Mr. José Eduardo dos Santos, actual President of Angola, the Mpla-Ut, and the Union of the democratic Tendencies, Nito Alves' followers, and Committee of the Change of Mpla. Which of them will win him? It is due to their serious internal problems that Mpla tries to divert the attentions for Unita, as traditional scapegoat. But is it that anybody manages to do a war, or a coup d'état with four containers of ammunitions of an apprehended ship of the United States of America, from when and done keep in the arbour of Lobito in Angola?
We won't leave that Mpla-JES contains the democracy in the prisons of the dictatorship.
And because it is that Mpla maintains to her service mercenary journalists and incendiaries, as the sadly famous Mr. José Ribeiro, of the Morgue Newspaper of Angola. This is not a more instant incentive to the violence?
The fight among the oils and spoiled them of everything intensifies. That it wins the best.
And we swore that we will do a homeland oil of Angola… when we free ourselves of the extermination of our populations.
This is not a homeland, it is an oil volcano.
For this walk we have more candidates to TPI. Angolan dictators: the International Penal Tribunal waits for you!


sexta-feira, 4 de março de 2011

In Angola, to denounce the corruption is defamation crime


The Calvary of one more Angolan journalist, Mr. Armando José Chikoka, convict the year of prison for corrupt judges. Now, even to a monumental garbage hill if he calls democracy.
And when breathing, he fells down the intense smell of the dictatorship that still pollutes the air and our hearts.
This petroleum smells the death, the corruption, the poverty.
A terrible Mafia that it divides the billions of dollars of the petroleum amongst themselves, and as if it didn't arrive them… they privatize Angola and the Angolan ones. Yes! Until the populations they are deprived property, because they live in the slavery and to the blind obedience of the life and their gentlemen's death.
It maintains private armies that they spread the terror in the populations. Armies strongly armed and munitions, a hymn, a flag and a palace, and here we have one more dictatorship, to impose us the daily savagery.
The following times are guessed merciless, bloody, humiliating. The slaves have that they learn her lift the head, and they say, it is ENOUGH! NO!
The important is to defend very especially, the interests Chinese, Brazilian, Portuguese, etc., so that our slavery stays, and a group of tyrants devours us the bodies and the souls.
Everything this under the glance of dead fish, of the complicity and indulgence of the corrupt Church, that to beg for a oils surpluses sells the few believers' human flock that they remain them. The church is, and it will always be, the church of the devil. Of canons and priests frustrated that they resell the souls to the dictatorship, because of such low intellectual quotient, the only exit that remains them of their vile and vain existences, it is the useless priesthood in the churches to the flies, but infested of priests paedophiles. And they insist that they nail the Gospel in the earth.
Yes, the Gospel according to Paedophile Holy.

It is for that that the populations adhere to the sorcery and the more and more any improvised church. It is that our Church is too much oil. They obtain dividends then and he sells her flock to the colonization.
No, the Church is not a dictatorship as those with a dictator there is more than thirty years in the power. The Church is a millenarian dictatorship.
If God is omniscient and omnipresent, as it is that Pope asks her to intercede in the human conflicts, and in other poverty?
Theology is the diabolical trick of intending to prove a superior entity that doesn't exist.

As it is sad to verify that they are to create the conditions that will lead to the inevitable life fight or death. Yes! Because the one that happens is the fight of a people that doesn't want more if it lets to take to the slaughterhouse of the extermination.

terça-feira, 1 de março de 2011

A jasmine is always the best therapy


I don't know how they get to rob more spoiled them of the anything that they have. But they obtain incomes; they are the inventors of the excellence of the cruelty. And all have to obey to her will. After all the history of the times is the history of the dictatorships. And to her passage until the plants wither, they dry. He leaves them the glance so much danger that nothing to her turn resists them. It is later, that nerve, they bind us with speeches that were they that gave up us, implanted us the democracy. Who is still thereabout there doesn't believe in the devil?

I spurred my set up furiously because in the castle of the shady figures, it was there my lover, I don't know if chained, or already violated. The dictator of the day and of the night it kidnapped her, and fortifies him. And he shows off for the fields that nothing has of green, that my damsel was her promised to pay off an old slavery debt. Him, as he doesn't know, he will never know, what did the democracy already finish (?) with such shame, did it compose a damned ballad of glorification to the dictators. And threat that who dares to attack with my love it will end. Oh! But didn't these times still end?

For the whole disease a therapy exists, and where that not to happen, there is not to faint. The therapy of the soul is a wonderful alternative. Yes, alternating is the key of the dictatorship of loving. And in the silences of our souls jasmines break out with immortal, glorious perfumes. A jasmine is always the best therapy. The dictators are tireless in the appetite of jasmines of blood. It is for that that they are frequently said indispensable and that the people under their armies are the happiest of the world.

They diverted the course of the river because it is more important, gratifying a hotel to build. In an apex he left the flora and the fauna. The water before pure he benefited with human spots. Fast the work finished and the hotel was inaugurated. And the flatterers elevated the mentors and the builders of such magnificent enterprise. They praised the democratic talents of the bank loans that a lot contribute for the development of a nation and of the civilization. Oh! As healthy so perennial these democratic times.

I only hope they don't mistreat, they don't hate the jasmines. But that finds strange, brave sensibility. Oh! Now the fault is of the jasmines. Never a plant so perfumed was so hated. There is already who intends to invent, or it seems that it already invented, a weapon of laser beams to burn, to devastate the jasmines forever. There is who doesn't also sleep, be shocked with nightmares nocturnal and of the day. Especially to wake up with a manifestation of tons of jasmines in the bed. The dictators already walk from house to house, from door to door, in the implacable hunt of the ones that insist on the cultivation of jasmines. Then they don't know that some dictatorships, still how some resistant bacteria to the antibiotics, decreed the extinction of the jasmines? They say that this idea brilliant vein of an oil canon, also great follower of the prohibitions of manifestations.

I passed at random and I saw the clinic nature. I approached for to greet, but it seemed aching, sick. He didn't understand the clinical torpor, so without natural, abnormal. Until the greenish it did impede, but after all that it happened? Close, a small group of children that danced to the sound of a celestial orchestra that as the water of a river was born in their small heads. It is then understood the discouragement of the clinic nature: it is that the children never again got sick, and they stopped like this frequenting the clinic, and she very only felt, sad, very abandoned, as the senior people.