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And the love also disappeared of the radars.

It is easy to see, in fact it is noticed at the distance. After the king's death, Angola for succession right passes, divided by the children, for the princes heirs and Voters. It is a democracy reinante.


The times changed a lot, they are always to change… the human being no… it worsened a lot. In the certainty that the family succumbed, she is inexistent. Each one that escapes, is the existence rule that I don't remember who invented. Of course is easy to know who was. Of certainty that was a banker or a speculator. In spite of having forced to eat tons of daily information, however we are alone. Abandoned in the great epidemic of the hunger and of the unemployment. Are millions or will billions be? The numbers always increase her! It was this the promise of the technical miracles of the science for the year 2.000!

Do I await the end of my days, it is not that what happens to all?!
I remember Mark Twain and of the comparison that did between a man and a mouse: "No... it would be to do an injustice to the mouse."
And between a man and a dog: "if you welcome a starving dog and you give him comfort, he won't bite" you.
"When you arrive to the door of the Sky, he leaves your dog outside.
The one that interests is to portray the human being's cruelty. Personally if they gave me to choose between a man and a lion, he would choose the lion soon. Because I know it well, while the man is full of guiles, and only too late met him, we unmasked it.

Because it is that the mice invade the men's houses? Because these steal, they make disloyal competition to the mice, they imitate us, and the unhappy mice don't accept the social exclusion.
He wants want wants not, we always participated in the war of Troy. Everything that up to now happened, of those times, they are imitations that we insisted on them to persist. Who doesn't know the war of Troy, unfortunately, without feeling bill, it will finish in that tragedy. This is the destiny, our destiny. First the New State, later the Revolution of the Carnations and the poverty calendar her. No there are liberators, descolonises. There is renewal of oppressors in the liberation fights.

In Jingola, the honest citizen that he likes to work, have ideas for the community's good, that reveals wisdom, the power accuses him of unpatriotic person, and briefly judged, executed with the seclusion feather.

Two arrived morning. I am going to the window attract for the noise of the rain. But that great shower. It is so imposing that the street seems a river.
She makes to remember my epic poem, my kingdom, that he still lives in the eternity of the past, he gets confused or it lives together with the present, in search of his future. I can affirm that he tries to survive of the archeological ruins. We lived lost in the time present, mixed, shuffled in the past and in the future.

It is not necessary to study a lot to know that there are oceans of abundant idiots.
We are so small before so much immensity. And however, we persisted that we are gigantic, that we are the best ones. We doubted, we didn't accept our origins. Only almost in the hour of the death we remembered the uselessness of our life. On that hour, on that moment, we returned to our true aspirations, but it is too late. We want to return, but the return is eternally postponed. Then during some minutes, some seconds, we remembered the life finally. We lived to remember some tenuous moments before the death. That is the true life.

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I don't remember who told me that: The organized dictatorship gives us some bread, but it remove us the freedom. The democracy gives us the freedom remove us the bread and it freezes us the bank accounts.

Maybe be mere conjecture of politicians that habitually drive us to the misfortune. I remember his propaganda: The political program didn't sound out of tune, it was summarized: we "want our money! "

I saw that if they spent million, billions of dollars in the soccer players' purchase. And the hungry persons in the lawn fields felt at Olympus, invited by their gods of the ball.

I never imagined a kingdom, with coup d'état daily, permanent.

The cruelty won't triumph. We have to squeeze the infamy.

He ends that: if I don't get to survive in a world of absurd cruelty, it is because I am autistic.

The largest mistake than I committed in my life… it went to have trusted the human beings. Then, I began in search of the lost love.

That love Borgiano in that: all of the points of the love are contained in only one point.

Of where come the thought? How do they arise the loving passions?

In the human being, in the mistake of the Creation, of the evolution. And they continue to produce millions of machines for us to destroy us.

The planet Earth was happy, organized, until that the such thing that somebody remembered to call human being appeared. The species that only thinks about destroying to the arrival.

To be discovered the origin of the creative thought will be immortal.

In search of the origin of the creative thought… it is so distant, it is so close, it is here to my side, so close of me… it is the love. We thought because we loved.

Our fellow creatures got a notable feat, worthy of his species. They prohibited to enjoy us of the pleasures of the Nature

The animals respect the human beings, these are despised immense. They are exterminated, they abate everything that moves. We are the first of her list. They have the genetic fatality, as the worshipers of the Evil, that they seat immense happiness in seeing to suffer his fellow creature. This is part of his genetic code that it is: 000 or 0,000.

In 1835, Thomas Babington Macaulay, decided to end with the literary values of India. He intended his millenarian inheritance to disappear of the civilization.

An English commander exterminated several Indian tribes during the American colonization, with the virus of the smallpox in blankets.

Let us make the man to our image, accordingly to our similarity;

And it created the man to her image:

Fructify and multiply, and fill the earth, and subject her;

The horrible that it exists in the dictatorships, it is separating of the families. They seat immense pleasure, in destroying everything to be family bows.

There is who thinks to remove the genes of the cruelty to the birth.

The Humanity's History is the history of the human jungle.

The one that some men invent, for us to dominate the other ones, it cannot be taken seriously. As the apocalyptic vision… everyday, of Christ's second arrival, eternally postponed.

Naively I asked a doctor friend, because it is that the famous heart surgeon, Dr. Christiaan Barnard, died of a heart attack. He answered me: "With the age, the heart gets old… it accomplished his mission."

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Jingola Kingdom also very known by kingdom of the Conferences.

I came to the world in the kingdom Jingola, one more quilombo of concentration of income… and clear somewhere in the Golf of Guinea. I live together with the cynicism and the hypocrisy that cross Monte Kilimanjaro. I don't get to distinguish if it is a kingdom, a republic, or a principality. Also nobody knows what is, or what will be. Actualmente is an enclosed island of fortifications everywhere. He has petroleum, diamonds, a radio, a television, and a newspaper. And the roughness of the nobility is for life.

It is me extremely difficult to walk constantly under sharpened them, pointed threads of the pipes of the weapons always pointed and that to the smallest shout… bang! bum! crash!
Of a side hunger, of the other poverty. For top state of siege, underneath repression. Behind police, ahead prison. It is arduous, the tyrants say, it is the road of the desolation. *
* (allusion to the work of W.S. Maugham, THE Razor Edge. N.A.)

Sincerely… I don't understand! First the Portuguese, later the Russians, Cuban and more the one of the communist European East. To follow some black ones colluded again with the Portuguese, Brazilian and Chinese.

The Portuguese and some black ones drag me again for the wood, to pick lash. They tied my hands again, they undressed me again in the waist. Again with the whip they beat me in the backs, it seems serpent, and they stretched out her of sharp language. The neocolonialism throws her with force, again, as if it was a dart. My backs already have hardening from being hit. I avoid with difficulty that doesn't beat me in the breasts, because I fear to be ugly. Because later my prince won't date myself, to haul up the bowline, I will abandon myself and he will say: your breasts, the settlers stole you… then turn for them…. I don't want you!

After the first whippings no longer I feel pain. I divert the thought for the deepest of my forest, and there it is the river of my childishness. I see myself in him to fish her, and later fish to dry. And I am enchanted with my song: what seems a bird xirico disenchants me, it torments me.


I am super tired, awaiting the eternal moment. Seating, installed in my voltaire. The night looks at me sideways, convict of my vain magnificence. Only the nights are magnificent, eternal, we are just their invited ephemera.

Because it is that our brain feels happy when does he "hear" music?
It lacks serenity in this cursed world, and always for some threatened. The History teaches us the sameness. I misunderstand because we left ourselves for them to dominate, to enslave. If they are always the same ones, and do we already know him, because we accepted her eternal condemnation of they kill us to the hunger? It is because we liked to live in the eternal violence of the revolutions. We liked to diffuse, to struggle with weapons to kill, to do endless revolutions because of the hunger. We finished a revolution… and we feel bill again, that our teeth don't have anything to chew. We are the eternal idiots of the History.

Image: Angola em fotos

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Introduction

To live is to arise in the mountains of the steep to suffer.
To live is the eternal to wait of despairing to die.

No! You will never be converted but, a statue will be you erected, driven. To convert sounds is to communicate with our soul. The world is overcrowded and however we felt very alone. We continued oppressed by the solitude. We are, we hid that we continued alone in this Universe very close of the crowds, but distant of what we loved.

They remain us the prisons of our hearts. The inventions that she do shorten the distances. We travelled very fast for any point of the globe, but our hearts continue in the flotation, hesitant more distant.

No! You won't be converted, squeezed. You are always omniscient... and surfaced, flooded with kisses of the seeds progenitors' of the inclement longings peace. As a ship to navigate in the sea of the longing.

Next times it will be impossible to conceive long term plans because they wrap us in golden paper. We continued in the inhospitable march of the end of one more civilization. Because we were born in the blessing of the illusion. The specialists of the wickedness are in the throne again.

We tried, we struggled for us to be happy but the lethal doses of the political intolerance, religious person, and social and economic strengthen. The men's public powers that in the healthy mismanage as the pandemonium of the canned traffic that it remains of coiling of the cities.

This is the decade of the corruption, of the genetic conspiracy that sheltered, it put beardless in the power. And they will ruin, to file this civilization.

Ah!.. AND for the more time will continue like this (?)

Being wicked by nature, which is the human being's usefulness?

And there was a time, this, actual, that inexplicably ignorant were only born. The time of the contrarily to the century of the lights, this is the century of the darkness. Until the old democracy of Albion it succumbed. We needed a new political system. More democracy no, never, never.

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Introduction

"In the work "Viragem" of Castro Soromenho, in a dialogue that is uncoiled between a granddaughter and his grandmother, arrivals of Portugal in the colonial era, the granddaughter told the grandmother: Africa would be better if she didn't have so many illnesses, illiteracy and other malice’s." The grandmother answered: Africa is Africa, because of this perversity, if she didn't have all this would not be my Africa granddaughter… "
In Domingos of Cruz in it Folha 8

OBVIOUS
Everything is an absurdity, one without sense. Ruler’s make a fool of in the power, solemnly ornamented by the superstition and deception of the religion. And huge doses of soccer stadiums. It is this the social development and economic world.

Democracy is the monumental robbery better organized of all of the times to the global scale. Democracy is the political system invented by politicians, bankers, corrupt and speculators.

The modern democracy doesn't pass of a brave dictatorship. In the reality that exists it is a subtle association of criminals properly legalized before the law. The political parties don't pass of associations of malefactors because in the power they kill us to the hunger, while they are going enriching easily due to the millions of unemployed that dismiss. Before such, who still dares to speak of democracy?

What competes to the workers is take the power and they put an end to the politicians' mob, bankers, corrupt and speculators. This yes it is that it is democracy! The banks have to be nationalized, they be in being able to of the State, never, never in the private hands because they subvert the power, they promote the chaos in the world economy. As brotherhoods of the evil.

Democracy is to concentrate the whole illicit wealth in the power of half dozen of fools. Yes! Because they are said that who is rich is intelligent. Pure lie! The rich stole, it spoiled. It is not like this that the hungry persons' dying armies are explained? They are rich because the laws protect us for they steal us and they reinforce us with forces policemen and military.

They kill us, they terrify us with the hunger, at the same time that they throw us dogs police, horses, shock police, special groups of assault. The whole military paraphernalia never view. Democracies of pigs, of imbecile and rabbles.

And the champions of the democracy are friends, supports of dictatorial corrupt regimes that they arrest and they eliminate political opponents or who expresses contrary opinion.

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Introduction

"Where the last years brought with itself an egg white promotion of the incompetence. To be rector, deputy head or dean won't be enough to have a PhD, especially because it is known that PhD exists whose theories were never deposited at the library of the university, as it orders the rule academic.
Reason? Because they were cut theories or they were theories written by other people that no the authors whose names appear in the layer."
In Paulo de Carvalho, sociologist, in interview to the Weekly publication O PAÍS, in Luanda, Angola.

Jobs only for foreigners. Do they arrive, do they make the restructuring (?) of the company, do they dismiss the luandenses and do they order to come relatives, friends and fellow citizens. This is a great shit of those. Everything is uncontrolled, eclipsed. Now then with the fashion in energy of they pay not, they delay the expirations…

Fundamentally the subject is the following: they apologize in the previous excuse, famous of the: nobody wants anything, nobody wants to stand black. They are to do messages, works of cleaning and similar, or they sell any thing in the streets. Because during almost half century, the formation that they benefitted was the illiteracy. And it is continued to form illiterates.

"Universities deprived more and more disorganized. They seem to be facing the profit than for the didactical. Is it common opinion what the private universities in Angola are an authentic shameful act, true centres of anarchy of the organizational point, does it lack them of everything a little, from laboratories, computer science rooms, until a simple drinking fountain and do they still claim to the right of if they call universities? "
In weekly publication Angolense, in Luanda, Angola.

The most inebriant of this everything is the chaos of the electrical energy. But, the foreigners - always well pays - they affirm categorically that Luanda is the only country of the world that grows, it develops. The only economy of the world that jumps for besides the stars. It can only be an economy of reading in the stars. And everything doesn't pass of barbarism, Chinese.

In the rears of each building he hides a crime.

They entered in OPEP for us to show the vanity of the rotative presidency. And it was one more attacked serious mistake. The petroleum will never be what before it was. The things change, the fashions also.

What future does have Luanda, where does everyone steal and are they stolen?!
The structure Marxist-Leninist-Stalinist lubricate, functional, terrifying. The fundamental subject is that while he doesn't get off the Marxist-Leninist structure that it continues intact, we are not going to side none. Exclude one more state-failed. We were convinced that the nightmare finished. But no… the Dracula continue to wallow in our blood.

They invented another pastime. To do any thing it is necessary a conference national or international. Always the same conferences, with the same lecturers. In the resolution always of the same problems without solution. Fiscal of the popular power of Luanda that appears, it shouts for African Somalia q.b.

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Introduction
It is so habituated in the power of so many accomplished crimes. And the silenced tribunals sentence innocent convicts.

"The problem lives, yes, in the teachers' quality, that it is very debatable here in Luanda. To have an idea than he happens, I tell him just that I know about teachers that kneel down before students, asking them for us not to denounce his incompetence… there are them, yes. And look that, today, some of those educational ones without the minimum of competence drive departments and some other they already drove until universities… "
In Paulo de Carvalho, sociologist, in interview to the Weekly publication O PAÍS, in Luanda, Angola.

And we demanded the price from the barrel of petroleum to 70 dollars or else… we immigrated to Somalia and we will pirate them.
Who promises the freedom and later in the power it removes her, it dirties her, it is just a group of rabbles. Following he grows up a force military, genuine militias, privatized for protection of the eternal to can. The population waits for her the ephemeral freedom of the unemployment, of the poverty and finally the death for the hunger.

He presumed, was certified that the world would be democratized. But what do see? He is so cut into pieces, so tyrannized, so triumphed. Then where it is, was the democracy where? He hovers thereabout, somewhere it forces, virulent. For incredible that it seems the tyrannies are reinforced in the fetid ditch, in the lovers of the bank democracies of the first world.

And Luanda was vulgarized... in one more country of the useless conferences.

It is so habituated in the power of so many accomplished crimes. And the silenced tribunals sentence innocent convicts. Now I have this nightmare of living surrounded of so many criminals. In the way that the things are and they walk, Luanda is just capable for criminals and murderers. It is easy to imagine what will happen in the coming days.

They make the works, they destroy the walks. Wash of cars in the public road, in an ode to the waters that destroy him recently badly built. Music noise the possible most violent day and night. Buckets of filthy waters thrown at random of the balconies of the buildings. Incredible invasions of mosquitoes that pursue us day and night for us to suck the blood that remains us. Generators that smoke and they murder us slowly and make noise day and night. Motorbikes with free escapes that they imitate shots, day and night. To get to rest, to sleep enough is miracle. We lived at a vast corral of concentration of pigs. There is no law, each one dictated yours, private. The law of the sorcery dominates. Luanda is not a “country”, it is one more state-failed.

There are "many sort things out of killing a man. One of them is not to let to sleep him. I am convinced that he doesn't die for fatigue, but because he cannot dream." Eugenics Rich in EL MUNDO

Everything begins to be under foreign domain. What will bring serious consequences for the unemployed slack rope. Many foreigners say on Luanda indiscriminately. And healthy reason of banter because they don't understand anything of Luanda, of Africa. Only lack to put in the power a foreign president. The one that for moving of the tentacles of moment, it won't surprise.

Picture: Angola em fotos

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Introduction
"The sociologist criticizes, with hardness, the incompetence that searches for the corridors of the universities, of teachers and students; he’s says that of each a hundred new licentiates, on average only ten have acceptable quality."
In Paulo de Carvalho, sociologist, in interview to the Weekly publication in Luanda, Angola. O PAÌS

The government stagnated and it stagnated us. Because he chose a very filthy, insecure port, and in him it continues dirtied. In the wait apprehensive, foggy, that other leadership unblocks him, clean him and no more it dirties us. And the nobility fortify smiled, it observes, it of the immense corrals of pigs and monumental brothels.

He is more than of course a government that totally governs sounded out of tune, it is in the path of the invitation to unscrupulous foreigners, macabre adventurers that end for dominating everything and all in the calms. Of course the subsequent consequences are guessed disastrous. He sees himself of that on the whole side in other countries but, the Politburo doesn't have capacity to see, the final solution is inevitable, lamentable.

"The 600 imported bus of China. The available information say that I save rare exceptions, those 600 bus are to suffer mishaps, mainly at the level of the clutch and of the box of speeds, above all when they are manual, as it happens to a significant percentage of those vehicles." SEMANÁRIO ANGOLENSE

It is a power here lies, doesn't do because abrupt he gets complicated, it terrifies the life of the populations. Only an explanation exists for such great government disaster. The structure of the double helix of the ADN undefined corrupts the individuals' genetic characteristics that govern us... for everyone.

Her, the zungueira came out in the morning well early. It gathered all the money and it carried him. It is there went for the purchase habitual, morning, of the bananas for resale for the walks unfortunates, covered in dust, dirtied, sanded. The scoundrels waited for her and: you are put". There if it was the money win honestly, twelve thousand kwanzas, more or less hundred and sixty dollars, because the money that is won obstinately, dreadfully in the dishonesty, that nobody steals. It is impossible to live like this.

And the self-defence militias wait, they will be created, as it is norm. Black Africa of the militias, because the governments (?) do they oppress, do they extinguish the population. Then they are born the militias for us to survive, they struggle against the government anarchy. It is the anarchy against the anarchy. It is there space for the announced extinction.

As Mário Vargas LLosa tells "Many mines are now in the hands of those groups, militias or of the own Army of Congo". "Peace, order, legality, institutions, freedom. Nothing of that exists nor will it exist at Congo for good time. The wars that shake him, left of they be ideological (if some time they were it) and they are only explained by ethnic rivalries and greed of the power of bosses and regional little chiefs or the avidity of the neighbouring countries (Rwanda, Uganda, Angola, Burundi, Zambia) for if they take possession of a piece of the pastry Congolese miner. But not even the ethnic groups constitute solid formations, many became separated and they subdivided in factions, good part of the which they are not more than armed groups of go-give-law that they kill and they kidnap for us to steal". EL MUNDO

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We are freeing the homeland, building the socialism with the workers. These spaces are now of the people, we freed them of the capitalism, they are spaces for the creation of the new homeland. Hugo Chávez.

In Second World War in a concentration camp Nazi, moments before the sending for the gas chamber, a rabbi elevates the hands to the sky and it shouts, convinced:
- Ó God shows them your power!
But nothing happens. Discouraged, it intones convincing:
- Ah… God doesn't exist!

Every outdated moment everything gets complicated. Everything is and all debased, we are despised. This is not good, not. The fear is foreseen that suddenly the volcano will explode. This is unsustainable and police and army will be insufficient. We are foolishly, totally guideless, stagnated in the sea inhuman, so disproportionate, so stormy.

The roars metallic nocturnes that stab our sleep of already almost dying. Those sounds titanic, acidities of colonial, slaves of the constructions of the diverted buildings of her petroleum and only for them. Until the nights they corrupted, they stole us. They are the vampires of the nights in one more concentration camp. In this Luanda, in this Angola, in this black Africa without future. Always with the callous fingers of so much carry in the triggers of the rusty weapons that apprehend us, they surprise us, they arrest us without formed fault, they kill us at random. Everything is so rotten, incompetent, irresponsible and so implanted savagery. They govern eternally in the palaces of the poverty. Gee! Corruption gigantic, no counted, that even of the night they make to be born jungles.

"The transparency lack will stay with the resistance in organizing the technicians of national bills legally and of the national companies of auditing they could make auditing to the great national companies. Project equally the Government to be unpunished to the lack of execution of the established accounts rendered regime, in agreement with the Law of OGE."( General Budget of the State.
In FPD Frente para a Democracia de Angola OGE 2005


It is that this ship miscarried in a port so mire that makes very well to remind for analogy, the actual fraternity of Portugal. That they felt the hands to the banana plantation of the underdevelopment and the two marshy governments smell the rotten of very far.

And of the ruins of the imposing colonial buildings they leave continuous casts of decanted waters, filthy of the first to the sixth floor. Splashing is intense but everything and all stay impassive, impossible in the flavour of the purest savagery. It is the word of silent order. Everything to destroy that remains is necessary. Our master, to Popular Power, it like this us and disunited will lose.

Such moral and material poverty to attack. But no… to spread football stadiums with the money that remains from the bottom to sink. Just to maintain the commanders' of the square of weapons ephemera glory.

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Introduction

In Luanda they resumed the works for the installation of the energy electrical experimental. The American Edison made available the patent of this extraordinary invention. Still to 160 and with a pick maximum of 170 volts, for the yes for the no the population continues refugee in the lamps to petroleum and in the candles.

The electric energy is, she sits down as the power. So schizophrenic, so weakened, so psychopathic, so pathogenic, so epidemic.
Without electric energy we do go where? For side none! No!.. For Zimbabwe!

There is no money to build houses but, it doesn't lack to build soccer stadiums and for more to waste million with trainers. The Fascist, colonialist Salazar ordered to build economics houses. It is are still of foot.

The Stalinism of MPLA continues to deport populations for the concentration camp of Luanda. They are mere ruling to amount and the on the ebb of the system that invented, they concentrated.

Rulers of the silliness that execute as if all went him.
Of nabob’s packs and dislocated if they install. And they already sing:
- Shortly everything will be ours and anything we will escape. The abased blackish is pushed for the sea, and in him they will drown.
That the blacks don't render, that they are stupid. But the whites and other colours just take advantage of that forced condition, it serves them of advantage for us to continue the secular pillage of the slavery.

These rulers that deport us anything have to do with the November 11, with the independence.

The spoliation of the island of Luanda proves once again that: to be a banker is easy, any idiot is it. After all, so rough to steal it doesn't demand intellect. And healthy always the same ones promise her, they tell her the same things. Governed by generals are going only for a side. We are not going the any.

Every day that passes everything gets complicated. Everything is and all debased, we are despised. This is not good, not. The fear is foreseen that suddenly the volcano will explode. This is unsustainable and police and army will be insufficient. We are foolishly, totally guideless, stagnated in a stormy sea.

But, the rulers didn't force, because they are also the champions of the adventure of the illiteracy.
Which is the brain that works with, how such, so much noise day and night? Only brains that no longer the healthy, deteriorated. He will finish like this, not even he will begin.

This fantastic uproar reveals that we are before one more country of playing, one more state-failed.

Then they don't repeat to the Bolshevik that Jonas Savimbi that destroyed Luanda was.

After the Cubans… Chinese

Motorists, care with Chinese!

SEMANÁRIO ANGOLENSE, Luanda, Angola

The Chinese motorists have a great share-part in the increase of the number of casualties that if register in the Angolan highways, revealed a source of Department of the Interior to the SEMANÁRIO ANGOLENSE. According to the source, such Chinese, that majorly come to the country to the service of the Cabinet of National Reconstruction (GRN), that they usually drive vehicles and heavy machines, they are exempt of requirements the one that others expatriated they are subject for if they enable to drive in Angola.

For instance, while to the others are demanded that, in the period of three months, substitute the letter of foreign transport for the Angolan, going by a previous exam, the Asians don't submit the such demand. The facto of China to grant credits to Angola and of here to have their citizens to work, it cannot implicate that they are above the law, that all, without exception, they should accomplish. Any day still Chinese will be untouchable and they will begin to commit atrocities and, for the facto of here be under the parasol of GRN, they can think that they are unpunished.

This treatment differentiated that it is been to check to Chinese will encourage them the such. Attempt to episode that comes in that mat. Certain day, in a photographic house, in Sambizanga, (Luanda) a Chinese missed the respect the an official of the Police, that in the occasion he was to the in civillian clothes. Then, the police held the Asian for the pants, demanding that it accompanied him to the closest squad, but this, that he didn't speak Portuguese, and encouraged by a her relative that already here lives there is more time, he refused to accomplish the order, resisting.

The one that got express Portuguese made a phone call and he intended to give the cellular phone to the official of the Police so that he talked with the individual that was on the other side of the line, to the that the agent of the authority denied, insisting that expatriated would have him that accompanying. For badly of the sins, a patrol was passing through and the official made sign so that it stopped and after a conversation of this with the boss of the effectives of the vehicle, Chinese, that it also disobeyed to the order of arising for the vehicle, it was thrown for the chassis of this and they steered for the old 9th squad. Later we knew that Chinese that he speaks Portuguese had called for an Angolan of the sphere of the power that we didn't get to identify.

It is logical that if the official had assisted the phone call, the individual on the other side would give order so that he loosened Chinese, without mattering with the facto that this had hurt the official's of the Police dignity. And, unhappily, it is like this our country, where many of their citizens are impunity reviled by having expatriated that they enjoy the protection of elements affects to the power. At present, many Angolan they travel to China in businesses and we don't have news that our compatriots enjoy means or privileges. They have the same treatment that any other foreigners: tswaneses, Greek, Russian, Brazilian and other. To finish, an appeal to the motorists that circulate for the highways of Angola: open the eyes well and have a lot of caution when they come vehicles driven by Chinese. They are dangerous!
PM

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Introduction
There will only be peace in Angola when we disassemble the Marxist-Leninist orthodox structure of MPLA. Because the colonialism and the slavery still didn't end not. It is urgent the foundation of another liberation movement.

Oh our dear one and copy Zimbabwe
Still no there o arrive in?!
Already! Such and which, much more infernal,
to Zimbabwe we will dock
we will approach

Our minds are seeds Zimbabwe
With them our fields will cultivate
we will furrow, we will be ashamed
of corpses

We accomplished the millenarian will of ours
sacred, consecrated ancestral
Sordidness, in the darkness to concentrate
all the ones that no longer they are, that they still remain
torn starlings, dying people
buried in the palatial outskirts
of the nabobs oilfields

Rulers travestied of black gold
With the surpluses oilfields and diamantiferous
They invest in concentration camps
To concentrate the population
Eminent black Nazism
Specialized in the easiest timeless
priestly to Kill! To kill!

We spoiled to the egg whites, clearly, evidently
With our friends' approval
enemies of our People
As the destructor, backer, fighter
submerged, José Sócrates

We didn't get to know that already the absolute zero
we reached
we are not anything, nobody
What do make? We don't know!
Then so that we governed?
To feed the popular illusion
That it comes the new life there
That everything will get better
But, other I terrify Zimbabwe
He is to arrive
We are going in him to dive

Does he need a concentration camp? Contact in any point of Angola, an agency of MPLA.
MPLA, world leader in the construction of concentration camps. Thank you for the preference. We guaranteed superb destruction.

The Day than it still remains of Africa (end)

Here is Africa of the coelacanths.

And Africa is, they are the refugees' camps, where not very far they are military apparatuses, militias and palaces. And the presidential guards are another continent, other power… that terrifies us. To remove pictures is still very dangerous… he gives summary prison, always without formed fault. Any one arrests any other.

Between this Black colonialism and the White, we still preferred it more clearing.

Our fight is the constant moments for the survival of the democratic dictatorships.

"Still Bulengo is much more seated and organized that the one of Hewa Bora, the life quality is tiny. The huts and places, very precarious, are attested and anywhere it is announced malnutrition, poverty, dirtiness, discouragement.
No longer they wait for anything, they vegetate, repeating their complaints in a mechanical way - plastics, medicines, water, schools - when visitors arrive, knowing a lot albeit that so-little it will be for anything. Many of them are already more died than alive and, the worst, they know him.
And that is maybe the most terrible spectacle that offers oriental Congo: he is the one of dozens of thousands of men and women to the that the violence and the poverty reduced the little less than to the zombies condition.”
In Mario Vargas Llosa in Congo EL PAÍS


There are people that are born to inconvenience, to annoy, infernal our life. The popular power stays, it still was not deforested, dismantled.

Those, true patriots that suffered in the prison, just went by a loss of inglorious time.
The money that remains, more the incomes extraordinary oil-producing, become exhausted in the presidential lust, in the African megalomania of ministers, vice ministers, governors, vice governors, generalship infinity, endless directors of cabinets. It is impossible the money to arrive for so much people. It is madness. And who demonstrates opposition… it is going to the blacklist of the objectives to abate.

In the way that the things retrogress, in a terrifying symphony of destruction, systemic contamination, unhappily also can match that at this time Africa is the imbecile continent and rabbles.

It is as any one that at present in any part of the world can be a banker… it is enough to be recognized thief or corrupt… the democracies protect us, they are family, similar.

I already see other fields of battles and hells in the streets. Yesterday it was the hecatomb of the religion, today it will be the bankers' immolation.

Picture: Chinese did a drainage ditch of this street.
In weekly publication AGORA in Luanda, Angola.

The Day than it still remains of Africa (2)

Smoked sausage, wine, soccer and corrals for the pigs, black bodies. Africa is in a short circuit without electrician. Africa of Luandas where the generals order to their militias shoots to kill. Africa restarts the new cycle from Berlin. Africa of those exiled and of the import of the human garbage and other exhaled products, adulterated. Africa, where the only things that work are the triggers of the weapons to the extravagance.

"Many dismissed that worked in companies wants of the district of Panty, he wants in the district of Viana of Castelo are also to try her luck in Angola. "Up to now these workers' great majority already went with contracts, linked to the great companies. At this time space to the luck to seek her own job."
www.correiodominho.com

Africa is as a ghost ship, just yours is noticed to hover in the vacancies of the illusion. Africa is still… any one is general. Africa is a heap of generals with their disorganized militias, for Bang! Bang! Bum! Bum!

Luanda is another Africa where a motorcycle reigns with free escapes that they shoot shots and nocturnes of buildings. That is Luanda, a state-failed because nobody gets to sleep. And nobody gets a true book to read. Luanda won't get to subvert the movements emerging contesters.

And a lot of money to I never scratch out back solutions, only problems.
Oh! Now they are some black with the Portuguese of this again.
When the heads don't work, the government dysfunctions are present and the instability social, total, also.

And the noise that the Chinese bus does to the they insult in the streets, it seems a earthquake. Infernal uproar… the buildings won't tolerate, they will tumble, the streets also. But in Africa it is everything for life, including the wars to the exhaustion and extinction. And the churches undo the black man, they reduce him to confused human remains. The churches and their religions destroy Africa.

They made god, that diabolical invention. The churches and their gods get rich in the poverty more and more black. And how much more poverty, more the church is idle. In Africa there are a lot of fairs of weapons, of books… none. There are also a lot of fairs of hungry persons and of slaves still colonized.

"On there being doctor's degree, I will mention a case that was told me by a friend (Dr. Víctor Kajibanga) and that it is even written in a sociology magazine. When the idea of creation of the first course of Sociology appeared in Angola, who she opposed were (unlike the one that she can imagine) sociologists. Reason? For they fear competition. Only the incompetent ones fear that their students can overcome" them.
In Paulo of Carvalho, sociologist, in interview to the weekly publication O PAÍS

Africa has a lot of schools and universities in the concentration camps. Africa is a zoo where tourists observe the human fauna to extinguish, to disperse. Africa, where the best means of transportation of luggage’s continues to be the stateless women's heads. No longer Africa exists, just deformed things with human appearance.

Pic: Angola em fotos

The Day than it still remains of Africa (1)

After all our lives don't pass of miserable colonialisms.

The day of those state-failed, of the soccer stadiums inaugurated.
The day of the generals and of their militias that militate in their laws and they dictate the existence of the most merciless slavery.

Where the foreign appetite continues to corner the black always in the same I disenchant stagnated, canned of the sardines. Caged blacks electronically encapsulated. The new ones White that arrives is more terrifying than the previous ones. The new settlers are bestial trappers of what remains of the abandoned ships, shipwrecked, rusty.

Some in the caravels, other with piranhas and more others of torn eyes, of jade coveted, decorated. The sarcastic caravels with the amazed face of crow’s gaggle: He "arrived the hour of Africa." Yes! He arrived the hour of Africa, of Angola. The prisons massive of the new liberators resumed. Other and more other process of the fifty began. They appear in the horizon more and more contesters nail her it the continuation of the promised freedom, forgotten.

«There are "no human conditions in the cells. The one that worried was not me my detention but the detainees' situation with whom I approached there inside. The washing youth of cars for instance, it was arrested without process and other similar register. He takes the risk of there to be in the forgetfulness. There are other similar cases that there are to weeks and months without some register.
The prisoners were very solidary. They twisted that I left to moderate here had been the unjust situation the one that are submitted. They sleep in the dry ground. Her in conditions doesn't breathe due to the bad urine smell. It is eaten same there" his message" concluded». Detention of José Gama.
Edna Van-dunem Club-k

Africa of the churches and of the religions tumultuous, deceiving.

Police and armies are, they will be a fiasco. Did they forget, for life owners of the power?! Is THE power in Africa of families, of parents that force, do they uncover the children to the hunger. And the imposition of the illiteracy is idiom is dominance. The People are recycled as the garbage of the sanitary embankments. And they are not the rains that destroy Luanda, that deform Africa; they are the commissions of the task works.

Africa burns, she has water and some firemen but the value-add it is ineffective to extinguish the fire. Africa is the Luxury of the fires, it succumbs in the conferences. Always ill to form smoked sausages, wine-coloured, stigmatized of the colonial regression.

"Who doesn't take the deposit of the generator or the own generator electrical to the position of sale of fuels of Futungo, in Luanda, it doesn't take gasoline."
Mesu Ma Jikuka

Image: Luanda, one authenticates nursery of mosquitoes. Weekly paper AGORA.

In the incipient democracy until the dogs are hypocritical

This civilization is very developed, they say. But we didn't lose the habits of the age of the stone.
The religion and the dictatorship are the handcuffs of the mind.
The dictators don't leave the democrats to rest.
Screams of the death in the dark night. One more hungry person than he said good-bye to the dictatorship.

I need a key to open the seven keys of the lock of this dictatorship.
In the incipient democracy until the dogs are hypocritical.
In the modern societies the prisons are always with the out of print capacity.
The corners of the politics fill with adventurers.
We always lived in the fear, that the prison of the night in the gown to the door.
We are always to relive the moments of Monte Christ's Count.
The best party politician is the hunger, and this is the best counsellor.
The vultures are in the power, but the albatross is in force them.
The military columns move forward in the dawn. They will send candies to the hungry persons.

The hunger is proportional to the politicians' speeches.
If more petroleum there had been, there it had arrived.
There is always further on a ditch, one more oil well.
Until the deaf he hears murmuring of the promises of freedom.
The structures of the power are rusts, they will fall for maintenance lack.
The cruelty is the dictators' Bible.
To feel the wind of the freedom an open window it is enough.
We are as birds caged in the dictatorship.

Until the deaf starving she gets to hear the noise of the hunger.
The incompetent ones are eternalized in the power, but they are not eternal.
The waves of the sea rest in the sand, the dictators sleep in the quicksands.

The night finishes, the morning begins, and the day of the power doesn't end.
The light of the lights blinds us, they stole the lamps.
The secret bank accounts are for some. The hungry persons' bank has many deposits to period.

I fear that tie me the thought.
Many generals little democracy.
The religious sects give us the fallen food of the sky, the great corporations remove us the petroleum.
Friendly! Of the high of this palace million of hungry persons we meditate.
I am still in the prison as Monte Christ's Count but, of there I will leave.

Pic: http://ingridcerveira.blogspot.com/

Mother's eternal love

I escaped from taking, when I saw to steal motorized to the blow. I avoided the sorcery of the cockroaches in single line, and the black cat that always meowed at midnight. Boys and girls burned, tortured, sorcery accused, or used in the roast cannibal ritual. Now, they get complicated for any thing, and they catch fire, or they are shot, they kill themselves of imported scourges.

As Trajano, the empire Bush exported the violence in the reconquest of Iraq. Such and which as before it happened, the retreat is inevitable, and the violence re-export. The magnetic field of this slavery is very intense. To live in the cruelty of this society, it is the self-destruction in five seconds. The death is the short circuit of the life. After a short circuit, the fuses of the death are irreparable.

Of my eyes tears reigned, when I read the announcement of the deceased’s' mass. The prayer, memory of mother's eternal love for his baby… that got to live some months. "My son, 21 years are passed, but actually it is as if it had happened yesterday. My love, words, would be immense necessary newspapers to express, as big it is my suffering. A thing I say, and I will always say: he hurts, it hurts, it hurts, as it hurts, my God. Rest in my peace baby, and that you are well together of ours Lord."

ODE TO THE HUNGER

In the era of the globalization
The world is of the multinationals
Millions of workers
For them they work
The wage is paid
With the hunger

As universal preachers
They corrupt the governments
Everything extracts that exists
Then they say that not
They support corrupt governments
They don't punish the governments
They punish the populations
With the hunger

They continue to extract the petroleum
And the diamonds
They say that democracy doesn't exist
While they wait that such it happens
They are going plundering the fish of the sea

We are going living of their threats
We are corrupt, badly governed
We don't have elections, nor democracy

Meanwhile to happen
We go being exterminated
For the multinationals
The help that they give us
For the payment of our work
It is the eternal hunger

Modern Nazis exterminate
to the hunger
The modern concentration camps
In Black Africa

The empire of the sorcery

Angola is alone for foreigners.

Tuia ko Mussulo Kossota o wanga ko Kaxito. We are going to Mussulo to look for the strong sorcery the sorcery of Kaxito.
In Ângela Ferrão

At this time the suffering of the population of the concentration camp of Luanda, is merciless. The rain falls heartless and abundant. He takes advantage the false engineers' false works, servants that still sip the true dollars that remain of the real treasure very well.

The waters invade the false city of the generals, and Gilgamesh is done present in a Luanda without direction, without sense, without prow. This is one more Luanda of the death. It is silent, human as the rage of the dogs and furious humans.

With conniving governments with any banker, idiot, saddlebag, any entrepreneur enriches from one day to the next. And those entrepreneurs cat-dripped have fun that will be published as of the richest of the world. It is evidenced that who enriches like this, the poor crowd impoverishes. Finally, any stupid is ruling, entrepreneur or banker.

The rulers of the nation’s world actuals are not it. They are criminal highly dangerous.

Almost fifty years…

I hear almost fifty years ago, so many and so many spoken project’s. The short, the medium and long term. Always with surplus value… never any he took place, he will take place.

The victory of the hunger announced by the political commissaries of the economy of the crisis. At this time, the world is a horrible place to live. When the people are stupid, the rulers are smart.
And no longer have countries, nations existed. Only aberrations.
It is interesting to notice that on this time of total destruction, only the injustice works.

The politic actual is the art of as just with words, they are destroyed, they sink in the boat of the poverty of the hunger, nations, worlds.
And after the economic chaos, the Age of the Darkness.
What happens at present with the chaos world economic, it is the evident proof that the politicians and the politics don't have any value. Maybe that in the recycled garbage have some use, who knows.

What happens at present in the world economy, it is like other Vietnam.
The actual world crisis is as a soccer game, among depositing and bankers. At this time the bankers win for ten to zero.
When the militants militate in the economy, the country is of fib.
Without incomes, the slave cannot pay imposed.

Again the process of the revolutionary crisis, in that suddenly so many political commissaries appear, now contemplated medical democrats, for us to cure the crisis

Everything is turned. Now, good government is to empty the public safes. It is to alter constitutions for, already corpses, skeletons; they continue the seating skeletons in the armchairs of the power. Everything is shuffled. Already nobody knows what democracy is. The computer Matrix is there… it governs us.

Pic: Angola em fotos

The rain already arrived in Benguela

The rain already arrived in Benguela
It will rain in Huambo
the children will play
a lot of times in the lakes of the rain
The children will be seafaring
and to navigate at the lakes without life

They don't leave wheat to sow
the fields are cultivated
weapons in them will plant
The problem of the hunger is resolved
they will eliminate us, they won't have expenses
to support us
There is time to shoot, to kill.

My despair of living is close
he is to delay, I know that will arrive
then I free myself

We were born desperate, we grew chained
we wanted to jump over mountains
When a simple hill human
if it turns an insurmountable obstacle
We let to win us, to obey
the any command voice

And obedient we won't expire
we will never triumph

Pic: Angola em fotos

The Cave

Is "Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa militant of MPLA? " "No!.. it is unemployed."

This is good! Without electrical energy, is there economic development?
The great depression announces herself with force uncommon, supernatural. In Luanda the electrical energy left. Innovation is not for anybody, it is not?! Doesn’t she get to work? She doesn’t manage to do anything, clear. Also for something! Illuminated for the caves, we continued arrested in the Marxist-Leninist rope. Our road is only a… for the bottom.

Bank Millennium Angola, recruits trainees for robbery of lands.

Here Angola! A paradise where any recession, depression (but after all the one what is this!?) will it win us, and much less it will convince us.

As it is possible to trust this people, if all have two irresponsible faces. Smuggled and systematic cripples.

And the disturbing snore, death rattle, of the motorcycles continues in the nights of the medieval darkness of the Geena. And where there is no law, the disordered jungle is imposed, enlarged… the fools' jungle.

With our petroleum and diamonds… we went too far. To work the earth?! Gosh! He gives a lot of work, to commission is so easy.

And to deceive the incautious, new words for us to designate old thing.

And it was the corruption of the petroleum of Angola that didn't ferment and it corrupted the bread of Portugal. And he sank definitively of well in ditch oil-producing. And when a nation weakens, the adventurers strengthen.

And the days of the darkness oil-producing waive us, they press in the heavy ones as dense lead.

But, where are the poet’s Angolan bunglers?

Because not to give the administration and maintenance of the system electrical that it supplies Luanda, for instance, to Siemens?

Elections pastime

Insured transport (participation in the operation of vehicles of construction companies, Teixeira Duarte SA, Odebrecht, Chinese, etc.). Free distribution of beer (CUCA) and light foods in the place.  

Supports to the assemblies of Mpla in Luanda. Source  Club-k

 

The difference that exists between a horse and a man is the following: The horse has four paws, the man has two hands and two feet. The man has brain, a lot of mounts no. 

 

Badly to govern is to die quickly, it is a suicide 

no necessary, but it is always present 

It is to play with the fire, to burn, to abandon the people,  

dismissing him of the elections 

He still remains something 

The serenity lost is returned never 

  

If it stole would be rich. This is the only middle to enrich. That they prove me the opposite, there won't be anybody, that he throws me the first million of dollars to undeceive me. Because the law protects them. 

 

The powerful ones are protected and the weak ones failed to protect it doesn't advance to appeal because two legal professions exist One for poor, other for rich… and disinherited them… it was not in vain that this word was pronounced for the first time. 

 

Disinherited… because the powerful ones inherited her it. The warranty of my recent freedom was to shoot for the garbage the technical books left by the colonialists, because in the new life they would not have any advantage. It was as soon as thought in the new revolutionary ideology: only the Marxist books were edifying. The technical books, the Universal Works… they were imperialistic, capitalist. 

 

When we gave for the allure, it was too late 

Return us to the caves, to the tunnels of the spirit without light 

Again in the claws of the vampires 

 

To hear cicada sing… there were not ants to keep. 

 

Pic: Angola em fotos

 

 

  

Three years later

Already three passed years, still initiate for besides the eternity. 

 

In that landscape where you rest, that the bankers still didn't destroy, where you walk with the mother, she reveals the Universe of the silence that in the wait, after so much to walk in the it despairs. 

 

I don't doubt, I am the sure that shortly there will be. It is then will talk, we will smile and we will walk… finally together, united. 

 

Never nobody dies, he is just absent during some time. Without years, without months, without moments. Because in our minds they stay alive, perennial. 

 

And we will celebrate, we will sing, we will eat and we will drink the silence. 

 

And the water of the river reverberate, smoothly caressed by the solar, and it will silver her. And Gauguin will repaint her, it will caress, it will mold. 

 

And in the summits we will fix, we will be, and united forever we will rest.  

And in our minds we will meet again ourselves. 

 

 

  

Angola. He needs her

ANNOUNCEMENT OF VACANCY

POLITICAL OPPOSITION


He needs her, political opposition to face a political party in Angola that is in the power half century ago.

They are preferential conditions of admission:

Immediate readiness
Honesty
Fearless, as an errant horseman
Initiative spirit
Integrity and frontal manner
To work in spirit of it equips
Dislocations for seventeen provinces
Readiness for contacts with populations in the most hidden places.
The candidate, has all of the conditions created for to act in the land.

Money is not problem. That is what more is plentiful.

They are not necessary qualifications academicals. We are infested - an epidemic - of that. We valued more the experience. Of the academics he doesn't say the History. The historical facts - in his majority - they are filled of individuals with few qualifications, without formation. See her the Portuguese case.
Physical robustness is condition sine qua non. Marshy areas are that they don't lack.

We sent the ticket of aerial passage of here.

We kept secrecy

In the paradise of the beyond

No, you are not like Fernando Pessoa said. You are not reminded just twice a year. In the day of your birth and in the day of your death. You are reminded, conserved every day, in all the moment.

First year. First birthday, other to be reborn

I imagine you in that landscape walk her
Eternally you stare her
In a peace ode and harmony
That in the earth obstructed you
He reminds you of me
I am also in the final going aboard
to lean against me, to lean
to you

Your suits smiles stay
Always presents, inundations
In whispering of the cups of the pine forests
And olive groves

You are in the eternal paradise
of the death
I continue, I await in the jungle
of the inhuman life