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, 16 de novembro de 2014

The abandoned children's landscape without place astonishes me riding

The storm was intense and the waves of the sea seemed a steed without tamer. But even so we embarked in our ship of the love disposed to face the powers of the Nature, because there is a lot knew that anything, nobody wins the power of the love. Yes, the powers of the nature and of the love they are invincible.   
When the love comes unfastened nobody arrests him 
And it seems that until today that nobody learns 
I fear that very few know how to love 
Because the love is not in the glasses of a bar 
When we are present everyday in the loved person's company the love is as shaky. But when we were absent, of our love we stood back, we carried the weight of the nostalgia of that painting and to the we look at the landscapes that surround us easily we see that they waive us with sadness. There is as that an intense electric activity that in everything interferes. When the circuits of the love are interrupted no there are fuses to restore them because easily they are founded. Of the love we cannot stand back with a lot of delay, because if we do him he will reject us pressing. 
In the love without tracks the convoys don't circulate 
They are been ashamed of hearts that stroll in them 
As a ship that the stranger sea 
Ghost ship with passengers of beyond-loving 
The strong wind of the promontories agitates your beauty while your hair waves oppressed. It is listened the tremor of the water that furious he wants to free of the prison guards of the prisons of the stone walls. There are millennia that the crash of that sound pursues us, it pleads us that we save the waves that want to the another of their loves in the high sea to join. 
There are many times that I don't see you 
I conserve unharmed our desire 
I am at a very distant castle 
As Lancelot in the wandering love 
A lot of children astonish me riding 
Of their abandoned small bodies without place 
Victims of the fateful hunters' discounts 
With hypocrisy they call them my loves 

Picture: Carmen dos Santos (Carmen Cardin)  

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