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.

sábado, 26 de dezembro de 2015

Saint Paul Hymn (Brazil) (01)

In her geography 
She makes her poetry 
She walked through the sidewalk 
And in the walk she was enchanted 
And in the glance it bewitched 
In her camera she photographed 
Possessed of life she walked 
She frees nobody tied her 
She felt that the destiny she loved 
And she knew that a hymn praised 
In the flora of the Atlantic she kept 
The geography that a lot studied 
A lot, a lot for beyond looked 
And secret in the shells shot 
In the sun of the sand it jumped 
It is seduced solemnly was 
The water came and it went left him 
A conspiracy prepared 
Always alert if it didn't tire 
For besides the infinite it traveled 
In the human jungle sat down 
The drama of the paradise captured 
A strong wave played 
In her body it hopped 
The mute foam if it approximated 
The sun of the end of the day waited for her 
She calmed her 
The ash gray water of the yellow sun 
Saddened, no, it praised the beautiful 
The vegetation of the margin hid 
For the marvel of a new day 
As a camera the sun photographed 
The waves that were mirrored 
In the sky they gathered 
The divine nature painted 
How to create a dream and in him to live 
In a palm tree a wave to beat 
And in her house of the sea to go to bed 
And to leave the sand to be slippery 
In the dawn of a new day 
Forgetting the previous nostalgia 
A deep hope she invaded 
Oh! As it is difficult to feel happiness 
In her geography 
She makes her poetry 


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