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, 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.

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