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, 29 de abril de 2011

The walls of the love

The fires of the chained desires invade our souls and our thirsty hearts, never satiated of love.

The life stopped, he abandoned us and the love also. For something to weave superfluous considerations, if the lost love never turn, is never met again.

On the whole side he sees himself the despair of that in that we believed during the aspirations of our lives. Even in the love that didn't leave us surpluses.

Oh! How are lifelong the unspeakable ways, hiding places of the love. As well as the plants they grow and they bloom, like this loving the love rejuvenates her.

We looked in all of the directions that it is us possible to imagine, in the distorted hope of the love there to find.

In the rocks of the cliffs of our lives, the pyramids of the water of the sea beat at the fort, they like the din. It is like this the power of the love when he flees for among our aching hands, no longer you exasperate.

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