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, 4 de novembro de 2014

Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him


They say that it exists the lost city of the love somewhere and that all the lovers are kidnapped mysteriously by her. And you? Don't you want to unmask the mystery of that city? 
The corruption is so rooted that it puts in danger in a such way the empire of the love, that takes the risk of tumbling. 
The source of the love of the water divine, aphrodisiac, is the balm that inspires the in love ones. Don't leave this source to dry, except the in love ones they will end. 
There was a kingdom where the king and the queen if they always loved intensely, they never dismayed. Many years passed, until that in one day, unexpectedly the queen died. It is soon the kingdom entered in ruins. Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him. 
You are the fruit of the paradise chosen 
Very delicious when blessed 
God composed that human picture 
Exalt score of enrage piano 
Don't leave the love given to her luck. They are necessary deep reforms in the democratic system of the love. We have to create the democracy of the love, before we attend her great final catastrophe. 
The human catastrophes, slaughters in holocaust, also accompany the natural and environmental catastrophes. In spite of everything, the roads of the love continue safe. 
When we contemplated a flower, we let to arrest us for her air white, attractive. It is like this that the love works. 
My eternal love of green leaves, so early ripened, and soon extinguished, in the distorted wind. 
The green leaves carpet your road, they get up to your passage as to greet you.  
Green leaves are desires of rejuvenated love, white, lost. 
Green leaves are currents without waters of our sorrows.  
I don't understand the reason of the lovers' only one day in one year, when everyday the love burns us of desires. 
I still sat down in the stones that thought long walks, even in the time in that the sun finished, no longer it irradiated. And the Moon began, little it shone, what calls moonlight that happened, he loved in the nights of the fluorescent moonlight of the plankton of the sea. The Sun cooled, no longer it felt, he dismissed the sea, and the Moon dragged fluttering, sobbing of the love of the human sea for you. 
There are women that were born to immortalize the beauty. 

A birthday reminds the day in that we were born, the day in that for the first time felt the external adversities. That the twilight of the life of your beauty inspires us and accompany us in endless birthdays.  
Wanted, on this day, that the jasmines of everyone of your soul bloom, and as a beautiful charmed princess, with her perfume you wake up and capture us your congenital spring beauty. That your example the love oceans and the waves smiled with your splendor.  
It is enough a divine smile of a woman so that her beauty blossoms, unmask us the interior of her flower. 

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