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, 27 de fevereiro de 2014

Marvels of the Nature


The green of such ripe love 
That he does of him to depend the all the 
Always in growing movement 
Making to believe us in the paradise 
In the wait of the permanent amplexus 
The love is the most powerful drug 
Always of awake senses 
The beauty of the love is our praise 
It is the altar of ours to love 
It is saving of tumbling 
It is giving hope of meeting again 
It is the glance of the heart to jump 
It is sailing in yours to anchor 
It is to jump of moving 
To love is to forgive 
To wander is also to love 
That more can sprout  
besides loving 
if nothing else has to want?  
Who for the love if it doesn't enslave 
he will never know how to love! 
I leave you without words, you admit 
In my eyes the silence of the glance 
In your heart the promises live  
Of your smiles a lot there is to wait  
She is replete of enchanting 
In flower for the bee to date 
Happy one will find 
The sap will suck him 
For the honey to manufacture 
The love cannot wait 
Or else he is born despairing 
You that get to accomplish the dreams 
in your hands 
You that stare darkening of the clouds  
in your hands 
You that always see walls to your turn  
You that seating you study the sand and the  
winter waves  
You that live in the fight of the shadows 
that they surround you 
You that step the soil look and nothing sees 
in a to walk so slow  
Taken in the lightness of your healthy conscience 
You leaning that it is alone! 
But no… I will always be with you! 

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