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, 19 de junho de 2012

Four years on the way to the eternity

It was the end of Second World War and the beginning of other, because the human beings do of the war yours to live. Of the unforgettable subsequent hunger and your efforts for to mitigate. Everything in the Universe has the deep love, unforgettable of our mothers. What interest does have the life without our mother's presence? It is me difficult to explain like them get with their instincts find food for us not to let to die of hunger. It is also like them support days without eating because her body is prepared for that. That suffering that gives hope in the love in the display our mother, the victory of the love. 
The time passes, but our mother's love stays. Mother's love is only, it is the mystery that invades the Nature, and it is to stick to sweetly when still newly born and to show us the secret of the initiation of the sweetness of the words. Mother is a goddess that unmasks us the rites of the love. Of mother's glance the crowds of feelings that appease our innocent innovations flow. And of the constant dangers that peep us, the mother becomes eagle and she spreads their majestic wings and she involves our body. Everything in our mothers is composed of love, only that we didn't value him because early we see forced to swim in the human jungle, and here many rocks are plentiful, we ended for we forget the caresses in such little time in that we were in the progenitor's of the love protecting arms.  
Mother's love is not equaled, being so pure and touching, he is the conqueror of the love. Mother is the essence, the hope of the love. Same it blinds, deaf, it changes; she is imposed with tenacity demonstrating their children that without love the death won't delay. Mother's love is our oracle.  
He/ would take a risk saying, coloring the ground of the life of the people's world that they try to leave of the political cry of the days, that the politicians invented. For that reason, the jacarandas invigorate the coloration of the new days that they approach. It is that us humans are about always to revolutionize. 
And in the creeks the water runs slowly, it transports, he offers life. Always pursued by insects and birds that screen while it is day, then, in darkening of the night other lives they appear, they resume. And the varied vegetation lets to agitate for the wind that the cycle of the life returns. Everything runs of harmony, to the subjugation of the Nature, until that somebody biped suddenly it arrives, and everything loses temper, adulterous. 

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