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.

domingo, 28 de dezembro de 2014

In my princess's love without sea



 

There is a long time that I wait for you 
You went you that I always chose 
Although I never met you 
But I continue to your wait here 
 
And in the river of the water of the dominated sun 
In the vegetation of the gold green 
In the margin of the greenish crag 
The clouds hover in the cottoned sky 
 
In the sandbanks white blue foams  
They challenge gray promontories 
In the lonely palm trees the mists 
They are born in the harsh crags 
 
In the tame waters he sleeps the vegetation 
In the sleepy margins the meekness 
The water is anxious and later he rests 
As navigating of the millenarian dance 
 
And the force of the wind bends the palm trees 
And the clear and dark blue water gives jumps 
And their trunks go down, mats 
In the refuge of the dictatorship of the assaults 
 
And the water pursues the power of the sand 
In the constant it struggles between earth and sea 
This will always be the sublime epic poem 
Until our love they want to decimate 
 
Branches is freed and they caress the sand 
And they arrest the inviting shadow 
And you know that there is no more full moon 
Because in this sea of petroleum you are captures 
 
And in this deserted island of the petroleum it is buried 
Another island to the native ones spoiled 
Forbidden of loving there won't be peace 
My princess was expropriated 
 
And of our moved away treasures 
Of the islands of the petroleum outlawed  
I and my princess beheaded 
In the interiors of the beautiful castles 
 
And the fight of our love is irresistible 
In the waters of the rivers still unpolluted 
Our love continues incorruptible 
40 years ago in the absolute majorities 
 
And a palm tree looks at the infinite sea 
My princess will already survive 
Already nothing else has to privatize 
And of our love he will be born rioting 
 


 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

segunda-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2014

The militias of our implacable destruction



 

The militias attack sly 
In the defense of the personal fortunes 
With cannons and battering rams, turbulent 
They protect the marginal foreigners 
And the salespersons of palm trees 
And their anal hair 
Forces of the order no, militias yes 
Of the flatterers type like this 
 
The pink map of Angola 
It is redrawn 
Portuguese, Chinese, Brazilian 
On the whole side 
And the Angolan people in the new life 
Desperate 
In Angola there is a lot to do 
For the foreigner well to live 
And the Angolan ones nor grass to see 
To eat 
 
The great family is of tracks 
He wanders in the direction of triturating 
Of the immense wealth, never full 
The most important is to make money 
It is feel never exhausted 
The rest - us - it is to abandon 
An infested country of safeties 
Of uniforms that hold the abundances 
 
Of Brazil the prostitution comes 
Of the business of the millions of dollars 
The general denies, he says that not 
Leaning for the palace and their pairs 
And that nobody is opposed except 
He will benefit of exemplary torments 
The slaughter of the daily life 
In this breed of people landowner 
 
They live in the hope of his arrival 
In Angola 2014 the year of the growth 
They went up the social indicators of the torpor 
The highways rehabilitated by the bribe 
The objectives of the poverty have to impose 
The Newspaper of Angola will announce virulent 
A strong business class will be born 
The Nation is strong but nothing will grow 
 
The sirens and the escorts of the local power 
And of the power of the economy of the cholera 
So much tomato to deteriorate, national 
Of the economical poverty that here lives 
They prefer to import it of Portugal 
Everything of Angola leaves 
I pay to weight of irrational gold  
In Angola it disproportionate 
 
The injustice there is a lot that it was ordained 
The fields are not cultivated 
The power already knows who bought him 
We only lived of imported products 
The epidemic of the corruption everything took 
In the intense smell to diesel oil eliminated  
In a hand the adulterated Constitution 
And in the other the sanguinary sword 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

terça-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2014

The opposition will take slaps





The mediocrity follows the violence 
The democracy follows the wisdom 
In Rome you are Roman 
In Angola you are corrupt, brother 
 
And in the world the tugas run  
They flee, they take refuge here 
They make her easy money 
With a, with couple 
And third nationality 
They are citizens of the world 
Yes! Each one is citizen 
In this earth of the rottenness 
It is to see who is thief 
In her false profession 
And of her learned inaptness 
 
And in this island of the heartless sirens 
Where nobody knows about anything 
The money disappears for magic 
It is always who does it if it eulogizes 
 
The tugas arrive as ants
In this Eden with their nestlings 
They are for her bill and risk 
Loyal to the corruption, that tidbit 
 
Wild animal to the free for us to devour us 
The slaver sink 
He the sea of the corruption 
The ship Angola without captain 
 
Civilization of the tied hands 
And of the cut off heads 
Of located terrorists 
And other legalized terrors 
 
And the uproar is a serious torture 
He doesn't give to think with stupid people 
The peace already gave a lot of opportunities 
It was already eliminated of the priorities 
 
The duty is to work for the people 
To build the new man's homeland 
With the buried democracy 
Petroleum and money of torrent 
 
The headquarters of the petroleum is not satiated 
In this insatiable plutocracy 
It is been made of the petroleum go friend  
Everything will be well with you 
 
The opposition will take slaps 
It is one more business, taskworks 
With bars of iron executed 
Under the domain of the unknown