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.

quinta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2011

Thick fog of the mute pianos

And the storks moved without sea
and in earth everything buried
No, it just finished somebody
that it sought the lost time
of the word

The nights fall asleep dehumanized
with so many spoiled souls
awake, heartless

So much fake love in a gift to a child
until the flowers they are have enough
they are thinned
of hypocrisy?

It is enough smiling of just a woman
that the World is satisfied
he moves
And as in her the smile finished
the world was displeased, reverse

And many of us
they disappeared in the bitterness of the life
they were distended
A suit smile arrives to the fastest heart
of the one that a flowing body, polluted

The strident, (he stopped softening) sparrow in our Gothic windows
in withering of the death of the works concreted in adorned them
that they succumb us in the pollution of this stipulated civilization
our future is made of concrete

And afflicted we walked, not!
in the love we tripped

I always dream about high mountains to hover in mine to fly
Awake diligent
a hunter human/dehumanized
he aims at me, he throws me to kill

We got tired of seeking in the external roads
because our interiors
they continue ignored
Still nobody sang them a psalm
of sighs, of loves

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