Don't leave the love given to her luck

Happy birthday. They say that it exists the lost city of the love somewhere. All the lovers are attracted mysteriously for her. And you? Don't you want to unmask the mystery of that city?

The corruption is so taken root that endangers in a such way the empire of the love, that can tumble.

The source of the love of the water divine, aphrodisiac, is the balm that inspires the in love ones. Don't leave this source to dry, except the in love ones they will end.

There was a kingdom where the king and the queen if they always loved intensely, they never dismayed. Many years passed, until that in one day, unexpectedly the queen died. It is soon the kingdom entered in ruins. Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him.

Don't leave the love given to her luck. They are necessary deep reforms in the democratic system. We have to create the democracy of the love, before we attend the great final catastrophe.

The human catastrophes, slaughters in holocaust, also accompany the natural and environmental catastrophes. In spite of everything, the roads of the love continue safe.

When we contemplated a flower, we let to arrest us for her air white, attractive. It is like this that the love works.

There is a false love that uses tentacles to arrest us, to snatch. When later we discovered the fraud, we felt vastly unhappy. Therefore, he loves the love, and no their tentacles.

Paraphrasing: violent if he says of the love. But they are not said violent those that oppress him.

To build a pyramid, it is to reach the summit of the perfection. And you, when do you build your pyramid of the love?

And they insist on the declaration that the money everything purchase, including the love. But, passed some time the love riots, because the impurity of the money is momentary.

When the trees undress, they show us the nakedness of their trunks, and later they relive, they get dressed of glory. It is likewise with the love.

Until reaching her climax, the love it expires, it jumps many obstacles, a lot of barriers. And you? How many walls of the shame and of the incomprehension you did move to you impassion yourself for your love?

The complicity of the closed doors, of the places, "here we are more comfortable, nobody annoys" us, in the disposition of the objects, in the constant heads in the air, disoriented. It is this the potion, the symptomatology of the love.

When the doors of the love close, it is complicated to reopen them. It is as a valuable safe that just rare people know the secret of her lock. And the love is as a safe, a lot of secrets that only opens up with the passion of the loving ones.

Paraphrasing: violent if he says of the love. But they are not said violent those that oppress him. Because they don't free the manifestations of the love?

Luanda. Murder of two militant of the Democratic BD-block

FRIENDS OF THE DEMOCRATIC BLOCK, BD. This weekend was Tragic here in Cacuaco. The Police KILLED 2 (two) young to I remove! They were both Militant of BD. The first on Saturday July 16, 2011, Mr. Rui Castro André, was 40 years old, the second in the July 18, 2011 with only 19 years!!

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We went to the land, we spoke to the families and with people that were present in the height that the " Gentlemen agents if like this call"committed these crimes are been able to, while Our Companion Mr. Francisco Guedes, was in the it sleeps of the Hospital Maria Pia, to try to solve the autopsies of our Murdered Siblings. Did I go to speak with the Mr. Commander of the Division of Cacuaco, where was I informed what Rui was armed!!! If Rui was armed and ready to shoot, because it took the shot in the backs? This history is very badly counted. There are still more things, only that it doesn't suit to expose for the time being... the second young Mr. Jacinto, went out with a group of more seven young with drums and basins at the four hours, for us to go in search of water, because EPAL, (A company that provides water) broke all of the private tanks and the residents of the neighborhood Paradise, they are without drop of water! To the they pass it some 50 meters of the house of the 1st boss of the police, the Mr. he remembers to open the window and he shoots for the group, it reached the youth in the right leg and as he didn't have the First Aid, it died. As Angolan I feel Turbulent, as the things they are directed and they try to solve these CRIMES. He hurt A lot to be in the middle of those families, completely Destroyed by the Pain. It is time really to say is Enough. The DEMOCRATIC BLOCK won't leave that the Police continue to Kill. Is this Rotten Paz, is this development, and is this the democracy that PR/MPLA announces the all of the hours in TPA (Public Television of Angola, before People) and in the Radios? Thank you very much but we don't Want More... it is ENOUGH, Mr. JES ARRIVES...

Image: Neighborhood of S. Pedro to the Head, Luanda

The fabled roads of the love

The love is always in first place, but nobody has courage of attributing her the prize. The medal of gold goes because for the love. He is the winner of all of the medals.

They guarantee that in the politics the silence is not made of gold. But in the love it is, it is enough to feel the silences of the glances.

They say that on the whole side the life is full of heroism. Yes, it proves him the fight of the heroic love.

When the electric circuits of our heart suffer a voltage overload, it is commonly this the one that called love.

It is finally it Lord it went down, it was long but it arrived. But no longer there was nobody for loving. He has a lot that the love had gotten lost in the Earth.

The heart short circuit is what felt when we are betrayed for who loved. The fuses of the love are founded.

They say that it doesn't exist eternal. Playful, it is what are. He exists yes gentleman, the eternal love.

In the first times the hunt of the love was to the blow. Then it was the kiss. To follow kiss with flowers and the whole luck of offerings. Today, in the love it is worth everything.

Without physical contact, without caresses, the love is suffering. Never stand back of the love. Never leave him only.

The life in the Earth extinguishes very quickly, because no longer there is nobody that knows love. Or will it be that we attended the last pair's of lovers end?

Shady they are the roads of the darkness. Clear, of intense brightness they are the roads of the love, where all got lost.

In any activity of our life, the time is always present. In the love no, the time stops, I eat if it didn't exist. The love is the time.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. He/she always smiled lovingly that the love will contemplate you.

When we remembered our last lives, we verified afflicted that those that left very early for the eternal, it was because we didn't love them convincingly. We confused selfishness with love.

The fight for the love is never in vain. Be always persevering, and the love in you will wake up. Therefore, don't waste time with futile things. He/she dedicates you, he/she gives you to the slavery of the love.

Because it is that we make love in public immoral, susceptible to prison is considered? But the animals make him/it, and we found very natural. He/she wants to say that the walls of the shame of the love still were not demolished.

The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

I lost the love, and I move in the hope of the rocks of the sad times. So many lives that I already lived and I saw lost. Of them it remains me the memory of the sweetness of the love.

The nostalgia of the keys of the piano presses me, they transport me for the past of the lost times. The music reminds us always the dear beings that we lost and her love.

He comes us always to the memory the committed mistakes of the inexperience in the things of the love. Of the people that we loved truly and that we will never forget. Yes, the love is unforgettable, inexplicable.

The love is for all, but just some know their secrets and they are not willing reveal us to her. The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

If love didn't exist, we would just see nights because the days are the awakening of the love. And we would only live of nights the cruelty of the non existence of the love.

Never perches time in the search of the love, because he is very close of you. Does he look to your turn, don't you see it?! Does he look inside of you, is he always there.

There is who does long trips for the stranger in the vain attempt of the discovery of the roads of the love. After very exhausted, the traveller returns and she sees stupefaction that the love waits for him. Will it be that their trips were vain?

So many times that we loved along our lives and we were not corresponded. We were always with the hearts betrayed. We are the victorious eternal slaves of the love.

And those loving ones that they explore seas, mountains, forests, rivers, storms, pursued by all of the misfortunes. And alone in the moment of the death they discover finally what is the love, and they take that divine secret with them.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. It is as if other being left our interior and it hovered and that he not wants more to return, not to lose those moments and slowness eternally.

To love they are necessary two beings. Cannot a being be loved himself? The love is not only one. Without lovers there is no love.

The wise persons keep the love in their hearts. The fools keep it in the games of their words.

The ones that use the roads of the falsehood of the love, they leave to her passage such desolation that they dry until the plants, everything disappears. On the contrary, the ones that use the roads of the truth find the happiness of the love.

It remains us the stairway of the love

So many inventions for us to benefit us the life, they enchant us. So many marvels that privatize until our souls. So many promises that atrophy us the spaces and our steps. No longer there is nobody what gets (did they forget?) of inventing the love?

After one more dizzy day, the noisy night approaches. The tired eyes close rested in the agitated silence of the lost love.

The publicity that besieges us to every moment shows us the paradise, the announcement, the climax of the finally return of the Lord. And which is the day of the redemption, of the filiation of our love?

The stairways of our lives are solemnly left. The promised stairway for the kingdom of the sky also. It remains us the stairway of the love. But, who will her builder be?

We fled to and fro, in the constant it seeks of the peacefulness that we desired, but we didn't find. In the reality we escaped from the love that we transformed, monstrous. Fugitives of the despair, of the buried love.

And it rained intensely, as usually. Two wet passionate youths took refuge in a homelike tree. And the rain didn't stop, it increased, it seemed other flood that approached. And them strange in the passion, rapt. A flood of unequalled love if it instituted, he promised.