As if a very rainy afternoon pursued me

Alive those moments, as if they were the last ones, of the only to hear the soft lost chords of a piano, as if a very rainy afternoon pursued me. Does it seem that we don't know, or did we fake, what everything the one what in the fence of sadness also fills with joy, that little or does he swim remains already of our longings? My God! As we are so colonized again! Because we hoped anybody frees us and again do enslave us? Because we didn't free ourselves?  

To hear the murmur of coiling of the water of a creek, sweet, sad, as sliding of the fingers in the keys of a piano of the lost Freedom, spoiled. It is this the sonority of the fortress of the Freedom that moves us, it encourages us.  

Everything consumes energy, the Freedom also, it just awaits for our energy, so that it wakes up of the sleep artificial, heavy.

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Then it stops, expired, she wants to cry

I want to be fantastic 

as a rainbow 

but I don't want to be star 

because I am already it 

and in the revelation of mine 

sensibility, I am 

 

Yours to walk it is very funny 

of free hair, to wave 

to walk in the sand of the beach, insecure 

then it stops, expired, she wants to cry

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SOS. Há 25 dias, banco millennium Angola faz crime. ATENÇÃO UNICEF! A um metro vivem e brincam crianças. PAREM COM ESTE HORROR!

UNICEF! MUITO URGENTE! A um metro vivem e brincam crianças. Parem com este horroroso crime. As crianças vão morrer porque os seus pequeninos pulmões não suportam o veneno que 24/24 horas respiram. Isto não é mais um crime contra a humanidade?

Será suficiente uma indemnização de um milhão de dólares?

TERROR no banco millennium Angola

Este banco abriu uma agência na rua rei Katyavala, frente à ANGOP, espoliou o terreno, instalou super gerador nas traseiras do prédio e deixa-o ligado mesmo com a energia eléctrica da rede, o barulho é demais, e o fumo tóxico é mortal, 24/24 horas como convém à morte. Onde estão as milícias com as suas barras de ferro e acabarem com a manifestação arruaceira deste banco? A nossa fonte garante-nos que para dormir têm que fechar as janelas, senão acorda-se morto.

Na imagem, em primeiro plano a chaminé do gerador. E ao fundo um mercenário português ao serviço do banco millennium Angola fotografa moradores para mais espoliação, tipo cárcere privado?

You are for besides the reality

It carries me in your thought 

but you don't leave me already over there 

I want to read you, to travel you 

he returns, he returns, he returns 

it carries me in the clouds 

of your originality 

because finally I discovered 

you are for besides the reality 

 

Those waves as they never saw me 

we cannot go 

we cannot be 

we cannot say 

I cannot take you 

because I know that where is 

you will never return 

 

and I am going like this wasting the time 

that he never returns 

my dreams don't end tomorrow 

one day, one night, a woman 

in a dream 

in a kiss, in an affection 

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