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, 29 de janeiro de 2015

And the goddesses of the love abandoned us



 

 
During millennia I traveled the sea 
And in thousands of islands I lived 
But he didn't know in them to inhabit 
A lot of love pyramids lived 
 
That is for all the ones that died 
And for the alive ones that they already died 
And to those that abandoned us 
Because in the dawn they traveled 
 
But we to them will meet 
It is shortly together there we will be 
In the graves of the cut off ideas 
Of the imposture of the robbed lives 
 
I sat down in the secret of your melody 
There is a lot that it didn't shine her 
Because she is the light of my abbey 
And without light it is your candle that illuminates me 
 
The price of the crude oil always to go down 
And the revolt, your love always to grow 
To rejuvenate in a hymn, the dawn 
In the memory of your dreams, to be born 
 
One more field of jasmines makes a debut   
And the tide of our love shrine is 
The poets' jasmine sings the epic poem 
The jasmine of Azores the winter of the faith 
 
And in the castle of the crude oil handcuffed 
For there I will fly in a great cavalcade 
In the drawbridge with my sword  
And to the freedom you will return my lover 
 
And everything the princes of the crude oil dried  
And the prohibition of the love decreed us 
For the streets of the horror we will beg 
Because the petroleum was already is not to give 
 
And a quick wind agitates the waves of the bay 
In the planted rocks the vegetation caresses 
Indifferent the palm trees in her calm 
Sea, sky, clouds, sun, life always in day 
 
The democracy of the Occident is precious 
But for million it is very hideous 
The Occident supports the selfish dictatorships 
The Occident is a factory of terrorists 
 
They are millions of the democracy abandoned 
They are million that hate the whites  
That they terrify the Occident rioted 
For the merciless neocolonialism of their banks 
 
 
 
 
 

segunda-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2015

The republic of the suitcases of the dollars





Chinese is picked in the act crime 
He is not afflicted 
He shows the suitcase paste of the dollars of the code  
To the mwangolé beggar 
 
The Portuguese has a false work visa 
He shows to the simpleton 
The suitcase full of the dollars of the corruption  
The mwangolé doesn't have option 
 
Chinese fishes in the illegal high sea 
No there is legal 
The suitcase of the dollars display 
And he has good answer 
 
In the taverns they leave destroyed eggs 
Properly legalized 
Of the paste they leave some notes 
For the stupid mwangolés 
 
The bad examples come from top 
But that pity 
One more open suitcase 
In the nation that doesn't wake up 
 
This is easy is only to make money 
In the suitcases to swim  
No longer there is law in this earth 
In a State of permanent war
 
At night it seems the martial law 
So impartial 
So silent so dismal 
So unhealthy 
 
The law of the jungle there is a lot that it exists 
It is so sad 
Lawless it is not possible to govern 
The Power has to alternate 
 
The law of the cork insists on being in force 
The paste of the alimentary dollars 
To the people it only remains the hope 
Of an effective leadership 
 
Any one does what wants 
Angola is of rent 
He opens the suitcase and it rains money 
The mwangolé says that he is partner 
 
To continue there won't be like this cure 
That it satiates such conjuncture 
In a depraved State  
In the corruption consolidated 

 
 
 
 
 
 

sexta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2015

This petroleum is our sea of whips that whips us



 

In this stoned sea of hypocrisy 
Where reigns dissolute gentlemen 
He sits down the smell of the paralysis 
And of the rottenness of the corrupt ones 
 
The legitimate swindlers of Portugal 
They come for such Angola and which  
To burst the business fabric 
They don't pay wages, that is legal 
 
Angola and the Angolan ones come to help 
And any one can emigrate 
He becomes like this easier to plunder 
Maidservants and dressmakers to work  
 
They come with the macabre plan 
Of enslaving the Angolan 
If he gives to tolerate one more year 
That is easy for who is gypsy 
 
He makes your work mwangolé, he does  
because near the end of the month  
wage? kumbu?, won't you see him 
 
The old, abandoned combatants 
Stateless persons in the foreigners' homeland 
They perish for you unconscious 
It remains them surviving as bandits 
 
Until there is discrimination in the obituaries 
You of the petroleum are the Nation 
The foreigners live, they have wages 
And the Angolan monkeys? NO!  
 
The ones that think that they dominate us 
For more how long? One days? 
Implacable our lives mourn 
As in the dark melodies 
 
Even in the streets they oppress surviving 
They want a colonial Luanda 
Already nobody more he can sell 
In this celestial Portuguese Luanda 
 
Each tuga at random that here sees the mirage 
It is one more job than it diverts us 
The poverty is exported in this mining 
In this Angola where everything is purloined 
 
It is the effective colonial dream 
Again in present Angola 
In that inglorious people's soul 
The vile depressing cooperation