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 


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