Help us! Free journalist Mr. Armando Chicoca

Journalist Angolan victim of the cruellest, ferocious, insane, voracious, cannibal injustice of the last dictatorship in Africa.

We lost the friendship of the Nature

And the Earth was proud, she felt very it holds. Everything in her lived the happiness, the harmony, the charm, the freedom and the balance. The god of the Nature blessed them regularly, and all of the beings' prayers went to the trees, for the vegetation, for the rivers, mountains. And all if they respected and they loved. Oh of who dared to mistreat a tree, but no, the divine essence was there, in the paradise. They loved the Nature and she corresponded them. Until that one day appeared for there a human being, a man, and he saw that there was good to build central nuclear.

We know where go, but our future no longer. With so many exasperations human, inhuman, our planet knows: our extinction. It was previsible that such happened, but the damned habit of challenging the forces of the Nature triumphed and everything keeled over and nothing else remained. Just wreckage of a progress inexistent, dangerous. And after the destruction of this planet, the man already thinks about the conquest of the chaos of other.

The profit is enemy of the civilization, because to exist, to survive, it uses the destruction of our planet. Constantly it fills the Earth of wounds, because it belongs to her that the humus is extracted that becomes money, for enrichment of some and the poverty of the other ones. In spite of there is a lot if they emit constants alarms that to continue to live like this, in the disordered spoliation of the Earth, the tragic end would appear. And it seems that they got to destroy what still remained us: a tiny hope.

The eternal ones and suits moments of the silences of the love

They happened in an idyll, in an oasis, the vacations in that Northeast of that beach, always Atlantic. Your feet levitated, they caressed, and they played in the superficial sand. As something new, an unknown pleasure. Agitating of the water sounded you in the ears: "Come! It comes! “And you let to caress you for the current coherent, lukewarm, and still marine. You gave as offering, your corporal universe to the god of the cast on the shore Northeast. I navigate a lot in my boat always in the hope of meeting, to navigate in the South of your Atlantic Ocean.

We are still so distant, but very close of your silences contagious, inebriant, and however so perennial, inspiring. No, no… I agreed with my mind, it has her, it is you totally she given. It is been speak to me of love… no longer I remember what that means. Just a tenuous memory of other lives, of other times, of other last eras. There was already a time in that the people believed immaculately in the love. But nowadays it was reserved as merchandise. In my youth it believed strongly in him, it carried him, it took him very seriously. But with the age I discovered, I learned, and that he is a lot for besides us… it is metaphysical, one cannot play of light vitality with him. I know that he is there in our Northeast, that it is where I am in this precise moment… to your wait.

Will it be that this is the civilization of the silence?

The times continue agitated, extraordinary. The symphonies of the Nature go by us in lunatic would run. It is for that, that we lost, didn't apprehend her melody. Until crying of the children it seems uncomfortable perishes. And the wars for the freedom are reborn us and they agitate the dictators. They are the constant winds of the change that transport us for the future of the that is of all of us and not just of some.

We dreamed a lot that we flew and we crossed all of the obstacles flying much higher, always. But to the we wake up verified stupefies that we continued at the same place, and of him we didn't get to leave, because to him they tied us. And we let to lean us in the eternal silence of the lost and desperate wills of the laments of our unconscious walls. Will it be that this is the civilization of the silence?

One of the most fearsome weapons of the slavery is the doctrine that we owed the all the moment obedience to the superior entities. That is extremely pleasant for the religions and political dictators. The imposition of the permanent superstition so that it is easier our dominance. The holders of the power always have the pretension of they decreed laws for us to control us the steps and the mind day and night. Will it be that in a very close future will sleep and will we dream in another dimension Matrix?

All the ones that aspirate to the power promise us so much happiness as if a parallel planet existed. Near to the power, the garden of the paradise is revealed as planted carnivorous plants, and our oasis again the hell. Always with the same verbalization of the economic conjuncture that is us very unfavourable. And the scientists that there are dozens of years prevent us for if they don't build houses close of the margins, because the sea level is to arise. But even so many build and the sea later destroys. It is business, just as the politics. Are we condemned to the voting of eternal elections?

Our poverty spreads because there is always somebody that makes business of that. The most whopping example is the bank activities in countries where the populations live in the poverty, and the banks get to present profits astronomical. And healthy regimes that are said democratic because leaning for the richest countries. He wants to say: a democracy for rich and other for poor. And because it is that those fortunes gotten in collusion with spoliators dictators are not immediately frozen? Because the democracy also writes right for crooked lines.

Military/secret police threat weekly paper publication death FOLHA8 and it impedes her publication.

Our lives run danger, at any moment…

Luanda, Angola. MPLA REIMPORTS THE TERROR OF THE MAY 27

The newspaper FOLHA8 this week, edition of 05Mar11, was not published due to that the employees of the print shop where it is printed, received many threats for cellular phone of strangers, threatening them that if they printed it, the responsibilities for their murders would relapse on them, the workers of the print shop. And the fear did with they paralyzed the work, so that Folha8 didn't come out for the newsstands.

And the authors of the anonymous phone calls decreed that Folha8 is a weekly paper that incites to the violence.

Without a doubt that our lives run danger. MPLA is to urge her war machine for the physical elimination of everything and of all that are not in agreement with her political line that is: the corruption, the spoliation, and the maintenance of the concentration camps of the death, dispersed for all to Angola.

Angola burns, Angola is the hell.

Who accusation the corruption commits the incitement crime to the violence.

Stalin is alive, and it waives us with the death.

The one that MPLA intends is very simple: he wants to be alone with her family and with Angola as deprived property. And who is not of agreement, bang! bang!

MPLA wants the total and complete war. Never who did a war highly fratricidal it is in conditions of speaking in peace, could only make him with the devil. In fact as always he made it and he does.

To listen the radios, TVs and the newspapers of Mpla that now bomb us more than never, at night and in the daytime with propaganda orthodox Stalinists, this is not incitement to the violence?

But, more war against who? Against the flies and mosquitoes that infest us, and for the ones which no solution there has be more than thirty years, and is the population that already crossed him what considered poverty?

The return at the old good times of the slaughters returned.

We waited that the Angolan ones she don't let to kill as the Nazis did. That they transported millions of human rags for the they chirps in the gas chambers of the fields of massive extermination.

To Gestapo and SS they opened branches in Angola, and it seems that they already exercise activities. It is only to listen the news sections of the means of communication of Mpla.

The incredible of this everything, is that with the borders of very insecure Angola, grow up one more internal conflict than certainly it will provoke the chaos once again. Won't this be one more suicide?

To force million of Angolan to the poverty, that is not an indecent incitement to the violence?

When, how now, do they threaten us in thousand and a mortal way that is not incitement to the violence?

When can Mpla only make manifestations, and more nobody can him, is it prohibited categorically, that is not incitement to the violence?

The whole mineral wealth… everything that smells to dollars is in being able to of the famous group of the six of Mpla. That also incitement is not to the violence?

When there is no intellectual possibility of debate the violence of Mpla appears. And in this he is very underneath, because who doesn't have cerebral capacity… it uses the shot and the death, because he doesn't know how to talk. The important is the universities of the illiteracy, and the birth of a new homeland with the unconditional support of the new life of the Oil Church that gives the Angolan people to the cemeteries of Mpla. This also incitement is not to the violence?

Is the way with what arrested and do they condemn the political opponents, this is not incitement to the violence?

MPLA pleads the Angolan population to maintain vigilant. It can only be surveillance of the corruption and of the poverty that they don't stop, until they already broke the world record.

To end with the markets, how the one of Roque Santeiro, and to force the thousands of salespersons to beg for her in the streets, this is not a cadaverous incitement to the violence?

To flood foreigners' Angola and to offer them our jobs, this is not an incentive to the violence?

At this time Mpla has at least four factions: the Faction-JES, of Mr. José Eduardo dos Santos, actual President of Angola, the Mpla-Ut, and the Union of the democratic Tendencies, Nito Alves' followers, and Committee of the Change of Mpla. Which of them will win him? It is due to their serious internal problems that Mpla tries to divert the attentions for Unita, as traditional scapegoat. But is it that anybody manages to do a war, or a coup d'état with four containers of ammunitions of an apprehended ship of the United States of America, from when and done keep in the arbour of Lobito in Angola?

We won't leave that Mpla-JES contains the democracy in the prisons of the dictatorship.

And because it is that Mpla maintains to her service mercenary journalists and incendiaries, as the sadly famous Mr. José Ribeiro, of the Morgue Newspaper of Angola. This is not a more instant incentive to the violence?

The fight among the oils and spoiled them of everything intensifies. That it wins the best.

And we swore that we will do a homeland oil of Angola… when we free ourselves of the extermination of our populations.

This is not a homeland, it is an oil volcano.

For this walk we have more candidates to TPI. Angolan dictators: the International Penal Tribunal waits for you!

In Angola, to denounce the corruption is defamation crime

The Calvary of one more Angolan journalist, Mr. Armando José Chikoka, convict the year of prison for corrupt judges. Now, even to a monumental garbage hill if he calls democracy.

And when breathing, he fells down the intense smell of the dictatorship that still pollutes the air and our hearts.

This petroleum smells the death, the corruption, the poverty.

A terrible Mafia that it divides the billions of dollars of the petroleum amongst themselves, and as if it didn't arrive them… they privatize Angola and the Angolan ones. Yes! Until the populations they are deprived property, because they live in the slavery and to the blind obedience of the life and their gentlemen's death.

It maintains private armies that they spread the terror in the populations. Armies strongly armed and munitions, a hymn, a flag and a palace, and here we have one more dictatorship, to impose us the daily savagery.

The following times are guessed merciless, bloody, humiliating. The slaves have that they learn her lift the head, and they say, it is ENOUGH! NO!

The important is to defend very especially, the interests Chinese, Brazilian, Portuguese, etc., so that our slavery stays, and a group of tyrants devours us the bodies and the souls.

Everything this under the glance of dead fish, of the complicity and indulgence of the corrupt Church, that to beg for a oils surpluses sells the few believers' human flock that they remain them. The church is, and it will always be, the church of the devil. Of canons and priests frustrated that they resell the souls to the dictatorship, because of such low intellectual quotient, the only exit that remains them of their vile and vain existences, it is the useless priesthood in the churches to the flies, but infested of priests paedophiles. And they insist that they nail the Gospel in the earth.

Yes, the Gospel according to Paedophile Holy.

It is for that that the populations adhere to the sorcery and the more and more any improvised church. It is that our Church is too much oil. They obtain dividends then and he sells her flock to the colonization.

No, the Church is not a dictatorship as those with a dictator there is more than thirty years in the power. The Church is a millenarian dictatorship.

If God is omniscient and omnipresent, as it is that Pope asks her to intercede in the human conflicts, and in other poverty?

Theology is the diabolical trick of intending to prove a superior entity that doesn't exist.

As it is sad to verify that they are to create the conditions that will lead to the inevitable life fight or death. Yes! Because the one that happens is the fight of a people that doesn't want more if it lets to take to the slaughterhouse of the extermination.

A jasmine is always the best therapy

I don't know how they get to rob more spoiled them of the anything that they have. But they obtain incomes; they are the inventors of the excellence of the cruelty. And all have to obey to her will. After all the history of the times is the history of the dictatorships. And to her passage until the plants wither, they dry. He leaves them the glance so much danger that nothing to her turn resists them. It is later, that nerve, they bind us with speeches that were they that gave up us, implanted us the democracy. Who is still thereabout there doesn't believe in the devil?

I spurred my set up furiously because in the castle of the shady figures, it was there my lover, I don't know if chained, or already violated. The dictator of the day and of the night it kidnapped her, and fortifies him. And he shows off for the fields that nothing has of green, that my damsel was her promised to pay off an old slavery debt. Him, as he doesn't know, he will never know, what did the democracy already finish (?) with such shame, did it compose a damned ballad of glorification to the dictators. And threat that who dares to attack with my love it will end. Oh! But didn't these times still end?

For the whole disease a therapy exists, and where that not to happen, there is not to faint. The therapy of the soul is a wonderful alternative. Yes, alternating is the key of the dictatorship of loving. And in the silences of our souls jasmines break out with immortal, glorious perfumes. A jasmine is always the best therapy. The dictators are tireless in the appetite of jasmines of blood. It is for that that they are frequently said indispensable and that the people under their armies are the happiest of the world.

They diverted the course of the river because it is more important, gratifying a hotel to build. In an apex he left the flora and the fauna. The water before pure he benefited with human spots. Fast the work finished and the hotel was inaugurated. And the flatterers elevated the mentors and the builders of such magnificent enterprise. They praised the democratic talents of the bank loans that a lot contribute for the development of a nation and of the civilization. Oh! As healthy so perennial these democratic times.

I only hope they don't mistreat, they don't hate the jasmines. But that finds strange, brave sensibility. Oh! Now the fault is of the jasmines. Never a plant so perfumed was so hated. There is already who intends to invent, or it seems that it already invented, a weapon of laser beams to burn, to devastate the jasmines forever. There is who doesn't also sleep, be shocked with nightmares nocturnal and of the day. Especially to wake up with a manifestation of tons of jasmines in the bed. The dictators already walk from house to house, from door to door, in the implacable hunt of the ones that insist on the cultivation of jasmines. Then they don't know that some dictatorships, still how some resistant bacteria to the antibiotics, decreed the extinction of the jasmines? They say that this idea brilliant vein of an oil canon, also great follower of the prohibitions of manifestations.

I passed at random and I saw the clinic nature. I approached for to greet, but it seemed aching, sick. He didn't understand the clinical torpor, so without natural, abnormal. Until the greenish it did impede, but after all that it happened? Close, a small group of children that danced to the sound of a celestial orchestra that as the water of a river was born in their small heads. It is then understood the discouragement of the clinic nature: it is that the children never again got sick, and they stopped like this frequenting the clinic, and she very only felt, sad, very abandoned, as the senior people.

Paraphrasing Albert Camus: you would not shoot so much on the crowds if of them you knew how to extract the maximum.

There I acquired the certainty; I am entitled of rioting because they don’t let to feed. Almost stocking century badly driven for the forbidden traffic of the sharks where one cannot love. Nor the wheat lets to sow us. In the fields no cultivated weapons in them will plant. The problem of the hunger is already resolved, they will eliminate us and they won't have more expenses to support us. They have a long time for us to shoot, for us to kill us. Nor one second for us to love. They spent us our lives in the falsehood of the elections. And we suffered with those disillusions, because until they prohibited us the formation of a political party of the love.

They see each other in the faces of the crowds, the avidity of the retreat of the mask of the democracy and of the liberation that they never happened. Anything if it moved, just the overpowering slavery of some that call him the new life found in the committees of defence of the revolution. Finally the people follow her glorious march and the power waits for them. And everything rejuvenates in a matured jasmine and in another that blunts and they perfume us the life. It is not possible in the times today to live side by side with dictators. Their minds are as very, very dry deserts, they snap her, they burst her, and they stun her.

Paraphrasing Albert Camus: you would not shoot so much on the crowds if of them you knew how to extract the maximum.

The desire that if he doesn't sit down, it stays insensitive

Our senses, pursued by the sales of the unconscious system, they accomplish; they buy in agreement with the programmed instructions. There is a lot that we stopped being who are, proceeded in a highway to the rhythm of the consumption of the imposition that our senses only distinguish, a direction: the acquaintance's direction, because of the stranger nothing knows, because they don't leave us. They fear that the mysterious side of the life appears and reveal us the truth.

Those on whom we voted for drive our destiny for the grandiose is worth of the poverty. It is think still they are illuminated, you guarantee of our everyday one and of our future.

And we continued in this stagnation because they reduced us the secrets of the pyramids. And no longer have we known how to build them.

More and more they limit us, they steal us the time, until that we are hopelessly without him. Is it later, what will make? Is it possible to live without time?

The mother caressed her tender little daughter's head, but she didn't get that she stopped with the cry. No, she was not hungry, it was not also sick, it was healthy, beautiful as her progenitor. But, because it didn't stop her then of crying? Already one had searched and leaned over many doctors with their medicines, but anything. Until that they disenchanted a mystic doctor, of those that nickname of nuts, but crazy nowadays it is who knows of the things, and him, in an apex it cured her. The disease? It was one more victim of the epidemic of the civilization.

To rest, to navigate, to walk, and to dream the love, as in a feminine face of damsel to garden in the perfume jasmine. With love he is born a woman and a jasmine. And their perfumes exalt us, because with love our mother generated us. And with love you will always be mother, and you will never complain. With love you will be universalized, immortalized.

Hercules is the force; the political parties are the farce, our fork. Our weakness lives in the actual political class of the bank democracy and oil.

House salts, you enter in the street and in her you get lost. And however you walk for instinct, as all do automatically. And in that noisy agitation you don't get to think. That primordial function, merge of our outraged aspirations. We always moved in the turbulent waves of the sea multitudinous, without time to love, without time to dream. Just to lament the past, in the hope that finally they invent the machine of the time, and in her we travel in the infinite of the love and of the dream. He is very difficult to meet again the love, because the diabolism peeps us, he waits for us in the cliffs of the palaces. And you predict: without love you will never be mine, nor of anybody, nor of you.

Two democracies: a Westerner, and the other?

The slowness (for not saying cowardice) with that the western countries - especially the one of Europe reacted, hesitating first face to the that was to happen and, soon after, with empty declarations of good intentions in favour of a negotiated solution, instead of supporting the rebels, he will have to have caused a terrible deception to the millions of demonstrators that left to the streets in Arab countries, asking for "freedom" and "democracy" and they discover that the free countries looked at us with distrust and per times panic. And to prove, among other things, that the political parties of Mubarak and Ben Ali were members actives of the International Socialist! “- Mário Vargas Llosa, Nobel Prize the Literature

The virus of the democracy

"The bug of the democracy bit and the virus will disperse quickly for the political organism of the Arab world. The rest of the humanity should help this good virus to spread and to generate the pandemic of the democracy." - Mondi Makhamya, South African commentator

That banality, to present the love as merchandise

The green vegetation flowed in the water of the river, and the agitation of the it goes and it comes from the gentle wind, it threw silver sun drops on the surface of the river. Birds, thankful for so divine gift, they typed in yours to chatter. Everything thanked, because it seemed, no, everything is a symphony of Beethoven.

The girl played in the creek, and the flowers pursued her. She moved away them obstinately, and the flowers folded again the persecution. The girl laughed, laugh, and laugh. She looked and he forced the creek to change of position. And the flowers were so embarrassed, and the very angry girl, beat them a lot, of kissing. And them, the flowers, cried a lot. The moved girl said for the creek to return to the that was before. And the flowers returned to the persecution. And the girl laughed, laugh, laugh.

Everything is composed of symphonies. Without a doubt that the Universe is you of this discloser. Our life is a symphony very badly orchestrated in those that we voted for the power, and whose orchestra is always very badly out of tune. Never forget: he always struggles for happy beings.

Our brain gets happy, he surprises with the musical sounds that they penetrate him. And the stress is expired. It is very easy be happy, but a small group that governs the world, that doesn't want exists, and it hates us when we exhibited the love. The perfect balance of the Nature exists because there they govern the sublime laws of the love. The Nature is God, and the rest a waste of time. With so much evident dislike, it is latent the revenge, the extermination of the human species. To love the love of the Nature is the fundamental.

If all are children of the Universe, because only some do the same ones, of him always benefit? To be poor is a sin; to be rich is good to the eyes of God. I will never understand him the more the Church shouts for God, and our poverty doesn't stop increasing. No, it is not because we left of believing in God, but the Church with her millenarian hypocrisy, easily destroyed God. Putting an end to the hypocrisy of the Church, God will approach us, and he will judge, and it will condemn the false priests that insist on speaking on behalf of the kingdom of God, always chosen fraudulently.

And they grew up many roads and none knows which our destiny is. And the winds are anxious dropping the only destiny that remains us strongly: the love. We are a lost crowd in the sands left by driving shore of the marine to revolution. And their grains are mixed, they are anxious, such and which us. And they proceed rapturous for skimming of waving of the sea.

We convinced ourselves that we are very strong, but before an unexpected misfortune we revealed our proverbial weakness. The viruses attack us, because we are the ideal receptacle. In the bottom, we are a laboratory viral in constant mutation for us to destroy our fellow creatures.

They promised us that the cities would be an oasis where we would live eternally happy. Now, to believe on who promises us the paradise of the life, the Sky in the Earth, strengthens the ingenuousness, and it leads the imbecile and rabbles unavoidably to the power.

There is always an immense pleasure, when the real estate speculators, leaning for the power, clear, they destroy the trees that purify our oxygen, the maintenance of our lungs and they prolong the life of our hearts. For these situations I defend the creation of militia’s popular for us to defend the Nature of her main predator: the real estate speculators that they are shielded in the false democrats.

At this time in that you walk cannot affirm that you make him with full freedom. On the contrary, you move with extreme caution, because the enemies of the love pursue you and neglect your defences. You never imagined seeing uncommon people to sell love in all of the lost corners of the life. That banality, to present the love as merchandise. And us so cowards that we consented him. It is that horrible thing to see the love ballast in the streets of the perdition. And the only thing that remains us: will it be that we will get to relive the suits connections of this passenger love?

But, what does intend him more to spoil the Bank Millennium Angola?

Illegally located in the street Rei Katyavala 109, Zé Pirão, Luanda. He spoiled the land, they maintain a generator that murders slow and certainly for the death the residents of the building. Now, 13 Jan11, two Portuguese mercenaries removed about a three dozens of pictures, to who was or it appeared at the balconies of the building, and other places, as in an espionage mission. In fact they seek an excuse for us to spoil us the building. The Portuguese the banks are failed and Portugal also, evident. Now they do come for Angola to restart another colonization war? It is not them enough the destruction of Portugal? Look! The economic situation and social for here it is too dangerous. Don't incite more the spirits, because only of thinking in the one that at present happens, and to proceed it will happen, it causes chills.

Winds of our soul

And for among storms they still move our subdued longings, destroyed millenarian. And in the power barbaric dictators that close us in the hateful dungeons on behalf of the love insist. But the winds blow the dictators to her origin place: the Hell. That strange, until the flowers they take delight in her beauty frees.

The Sun freed her light and the insects renewed her work of floral adoration. The moved Nature hugged them and they restarted the dance of the day by day. And all became enchanted, they celebrated. Fast, the end of the day approached, the Sun hid. And already all tired, they returned to their rest places. To proceed another day it will come, and again it will be celebrated.

When we noticed that the days are short, it is because we reached the summit of the maturity. It is more and more the days if they reduce us, and us, already expenses for the time of the age that seems us weigh as lead. It is then, we intended to accomplish in a short life space that we didn't get in the long trajectory that we travelled. But even so we didn't give up, and we tried the final ardour.

Strong’s or weak as the destiny? Maybe never we know him. To live is to dream with the inconstant to can that in the mismanage, it consumes us. And the politicians commit the same mistakes. Until that they already crossed the scale of the foolishness, and we abandoned ourselves to the flavour of their politics without sense. Until that we ended in the poverty moral, social and economic. There are democracies that healthier than a pure breakdown.

We looked at the streets of our cities and he seems to see us an immense colony of human ants that they move seemingly in the same direction. This is living of the mazes that impose us, the poison that everyday is given a present us. There is a lot that we moved without sense. The cities developed a lot, now they are gigantic concrete cemeteries, and we cement him.

During the day we make many desires for the other that we didn't accomplish. It is equally in the other following. We make promises to us same that we didn't value. We are not honest with our soul. It is slowly felt to destroy us. And we renewed the promises to us same that we insisted on not accomplishing. I believe that it is this that he calls himself still to play to live.

For something to insist in the models of the cities if there it governs the disorder, the robbery, the organized crime. We always walked in the fear of at any moment suffer an assault. So much and tender youth disappointed precocious, abated, lost. And our heart sufferer observes so much dislike. The end of the cities approaches, because her conception is brilliant of aberration.

To free a society

One of the consequences of the lack of freedom is the underdevelopment economical, scientific, technician and cultural.

The explored countries became economically weak and in many cases, thrown in a chaotic situation that he forces them to retake or to continue her dependence of the other countries more developed.

To free is to transform for the violence a social order established by minorities.

And for that reason to free a society, it is to do the revolution.

It is necessary to free the Man not only of the colonial slavery, but still in any way of social dominance inside each country. No class can explore other.

In Agostinho Neto. January 20, 1978. Speeche in the University of Ibadan, Nigeria.

Until already the love appears us in extinction roads.

As it is always pleasant to hear a celestial voice sing and her song to become to inebriate. Our existence depends on the dictatorship of the Nature and of the dictators without her. However, they want to convince us that the world for us is one brevity, and for them the eternity. And the offences and humiliations continue to good rhythm in this raft of petroleum to the drift. We are entitled of we struggle for the that remains us: the love.

We are our Universe, but some idiots until the non right of we look at the sky want to ordain. It is for this that the revolutions are happened as galaxies. Like this being, the human being will always be the eternal rioted. Our home, our family and everything the more than it surrounds us, they are not property of any group, bank, or of any government. Until already the love appears us in extinction roads.

The terror came unfastened as ferocious dogs, and like this continuing our children will never be happy. They will live in an universe without stars, without sun, without laughter’s. Until it seems that they are born other new revolutionary roads. It is that the illiterates are going conquering the podiums of the power. Will this unfortunately steer for another conflict - but what more the human being knows how to do? - because when the fire of the love fades, another war resumes. If no longer you get to love the love, he loves the Nature in flower.

All of the roads of the life take us unavoidably to our hopeless end. Everything is a subject of time. Maybe that Shakespeare made a mistake, and he should have writing: to be or not to be, here is the time. And we let to take us in the temporary waves and suddenly we woke up in the evening of the life. The great discovery of all of the times: we are old and the time that despairs is us short for us to render the longings of our aspirations. It remains us the preacher's time: there is a time for everything.

We ran, we ran without sense, operate by remote controls for the forces of the destiny that he wants want, he not wants, it is us imposed. All of the actions of the government are an imposition. Without any doubt that this is not any mystery. Only that we always walked very distracted for fashions that blind our eyes and senses. On these times we have to walk extremely with very care, because it will be able to a bomb at any moment to explode, a volcano to enter in eruption, a hurricane or a violent storm, an ocean of water, a earthquake and other storms. And no longer we lived, we just faked it. But that this doesn't darken your happy birthday.

Never so much was stolen as on these democratic times

The dictators are convinced that their dictatorships are eternal. And they are built in palaces surrounded by armies of Special Forces for us to sleep and if they protect of the spoiled populations, unemployed, martyred. And curious case, they promise us frequently that the democracy already comes to road. But she never arrives; on the contrary, every time stands back plus, there for very far, in the Hell. Only an eternal dictatorship, the one of the love exists.

We lived among walls that move and they want to squeeze us. We went again deceived with the promise of freedom and democracy by the revolutionaries that after all wanted the power for us to steal us everything… in the legality. To see who are the best friends of the unscrupulous banks is enough. And they continue to promise us the oasis in this earth.

So many years, so many birthdays elapsed that finally they ended under regimes that cut us until the expirations, they put an end us to the privileges that we conquered along a fight life. It is now apply us the most common democratic dictatorship. Where was a worker already seen to lose him what conquered, what did work? And the bankers that destroyed us, and they destroy, they laugh her in our backs.

Never so much was stolen as on these democratic times. Never so much was destroyed as in these beautiful times of governments elect democratic spirit for the popular vote. And new elections and the elect ones are made that they govern us, they careen the boat of the government, and they sink us. And that it is everything well, it is enough to see the inflation tax. Yes, it is everything well… in the boxes of the garbage. Where the voters look for something for us to survive.

Index of Instalment of the African Presidents. The good, the bad and the villain

Mr. Santos (Angola) in 3rd in the tyrants' list, to proceed to the Brother Kadaffi and su hermano Teodoro Obiang-Nguema; the Comrade boss meets in the 11th position, to count of the last, the 52nd of the list among the worst African presidents.

Rafael Marques makaangola.com

In agreement with the classification, Zedú, (Mr. José Eduardo dos Santos), is the last in the presidents' step whose government way deserves Intensive Cares. Below itself, the form of government of the homologous ones that they proceed doesn't have him any reanimation hypothesis: It is the step of the it sleeps.

In that Angola can be proud. He just needs intensive cares.

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Luanda, Angola. Bank BESA in the bankruptcy

The way as the banks began to install in Luanda after the coming of the peace in 2002, with hundreds of agencies to open almost like the proliferation of cancerous cells, invading spaces with own characteristics, transfiguring them of thread to wick to them to be identical to the invader and they assume all their functions of predators, he made to think us in a removing of Thomas Jefferson, in 1808, see well: I "believe that the bank institutions are more dangerous for our freedoms than ready whole armies for the combat.

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Now what happens for the moment is that, more and more, the country continues to be invaded by an avalanche of agencies of a great number of institutions bank, Angolan and international. They came because the profits are fabulous. They came to accede them. And what at this time frightens is us that one of the most opulent Portuguese banks, of the last ones to install in Angola, BESA, be to give signs for other clearings of finding to the edge of the bankruptcy. They ask for a thousand dollars to open account and they don't have money to reward their customers. They say that they are awaiting money of Portugal. Very disturbing. They remember Lheman Brothers's bankruptcy and of the world crisis that was proceeded. Is BESA been to fail now, in Angola, that crisis type will be us done reserve? It is simply terrifying.

A light string

It is as that a divine revelation, the awakening with the solar light, and to hear the to fly and to see turning green, and the others that it insists still, and it resists. Before so much groundless destruction there are still politicians that guarantee us well-being and social harmony. And we felt the life shorten without redemption, always in the sonority of the same words without sense.

We continued without we know where push us, because before so much tastelessness more and more lean us to the abyss of the to go and not to return. There is a lot of speed in the destruction of everything that in the fence, and a lot of slowness in the future of our lives. It seems that until the hope and the love destroyed us.

Still a light string echoed at the forest, but, the humans didn't understand the reason of the balance that hovered ancestral. And they everything, they planted trees, and concrete light. And they were very happy. When no more our eyes rest not in the vegetable green, then we can say: my good-bye Earth and my World loved.

And we were in the irreversibility of our years, in the laments of the lost time. If it returned behind would not commit such mistake. But returning and the repaired mistake, we verified that we continued arrested of the time. We aged, but however our spirit more and more rejuvenates her. We were as that static in the cells of the time, to see it pass so hopelessly. The time stays, some of us are not forgotten, but most is as if it never existed, they are never reminded.

They are many the roads of the life but we ignored which of them to proceed. We usually followed the wrong. We decided to choose other, and other, and we verified that we continued in the wrong direction. Until that finally we learned, we discovered the right road. It is here that we reached the summit of the Truth, the last moments, the ecstasy at the end of our life. I believe that it is this that one calls to live.

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To love is to want the memory of the lost time

When the sun of the evening extinguishes one is born other sea. The waves as that they disappear, they hide of our vision, but her sound stays triumphant. He seems to work always in the same way, but no, it is in continuous revolution. The whole Nature changes and we insisted on yours and in our destruction. However, a year end approaches fast and another is commemorated.

We would want that everything and all if and they surrounded us of flowers. And that never their petals withered. With so much noisy and ruinous activity, as it is so difficult to obtain a moment of silence. Because to listen it is more important than to fake speaking. The silence is our best dialogue. Only that nobody wants to manufacture it because there is the refusal of anybody wanting to sell.

So many passed years and no remembered, forever having lost in the mist of the time. As a profusion of youths green leaves that quickly turn pale and they abandon us, they leave our company. To love is to want the memory of the lost time. It is only one love is more valuable than all the others that we sought and we didn't find.

The free hair in the wind wave in the acquired freedom. This is the most elementary true. Just what remains us, we loosen ourselves of our prison and we let to crawl for the free windstorm. Because we shielded ourselves when did we love and didn't we reveal it? Yes! We still didn't free ourselves of that prejudice, because it is still shameful to declare to the four winds that we loved. So many millennia plotted in the verb of the love.

Our monotony is broken once a year. We reflected that we are going aging, while the past increases relentless, our future is shortened. I believe that it is this the sensation of the lost and reminded years of when in time.

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Luanda, Angola. Journalist, Mr. Armando Chicoka, one more "ready process to condemn"

Our Gbagbos won black wings, formerly they were white, they returned, they revolutionized, they were reinforced blacker sinister. They only know, they impose us the law of Lynch, because not having Blocks that cut them the wings, they are going winning wings, flying, always in the appetite of going beyond, always higher, but they will fall with notable noise.

It is it is done justice on behalf of the petroleum in our eighteen bastilles.

That is to play to the colonialism; it is to wall in lives the upstarts' youth democracy. The power has so many shameless to judge, but he fakes justice judging innocent in ruins the one that calls tribunals, when in the reality they are ruins of the mills of the sugar in the slaves' new gentlemen's hands.

Of facto and of it takes oath, Angola is still for own will, trench strong of the dictatorship in Africa. And everything will end badly because everything began badly.

Always in the stigma of the return at the old good times, in that somebody was arrested because it dressed a nightgown with a drawn eagle, or a simple dollar bank note was enough to accuse and to arrest: internal "agent of the imperialism."

We don't want more those times of Stalin, Pol-Pot, and of the still comrade Kin...

But doesn't the May 27 arrive them?! Didn’t they still lose the thirsty taste for corpses? The example of the one what in the Ivory Coast happens is not you eloquent?

And when the things if they return, of course will return to the opposite, and you will be seating in the bank of the defendants that won't support your weight, just as you do in Mr. Armando Chicoka's hypocritical judgement.

And in of the Ivory Coast it is the continuation of our fight!

Image: my only crime was to believe in the freedom of press and in the preponderance of the public interest on the others… in Namibe the judges are that they order. In morrodamaianga.blogspot.com

Happy birthday

Our life in the world was granted to build us eternally a melody wonderful. However, monsters that destroyed everything that we got up, appeared and nor a love string wants to leave us. Soon, of our future and of the humanity they won't remain more birthdays.

The times change, us no. I believe that we stayed obstinately same.

I believe that we didn't like plants but of the flowers that they give us. It is as the people that we just looked at them externally, but however in her interior they have countless perfumed celestial gardens of intense love, that we still didn't discover.

The fundamental difference that it exists among the human beings is the following: some healthy one very persevering and convicts of their aspirations that drive them for the victory. Others live in the shadow, betraying and destroying the lot of work that the persevering ones do. Her order word is the uselessness.

It is with immense bitterness that I see ours live as a river that dried, to disappear. They want to dry off our desires and to steal us our hope. The one that remains is we reinforce him more and more the love, that invincible weapon that everything expires and it convinces.

Dream

That the dream and the perseverance illuminate your mind and your heart.

While we lived there is always the memory that pursues us once a year, it is the happy birthday.

We lived many moments, but there is one that is us wanted always: a happy birthday.

The years add and they proceed and us also. We just remembered that when we do years.

To do years is to age the body and to rejuvenate the mind.

After so many passed years, lived, we reminded the nostalgia of the time foreseeing the future.

Luanda, Angola. Our Voltaire's Bastille, Mr. William Tonet

(FOLHA 8, is the only Angolan weekly paper that it still remains... free, combatant for the freedom of expression)

The Process to "Ready-to-condemn

Next Monday, December 13, he will have beginning a judgement, that in the reality, they correspond to three processes manufactured to the measure of the regime, he wants to say, of the "ready type to condemn", as they are unhappily almost all of the processes that say respect not only to manifestations of popular against decisions of the Executive or of the National Assembly, or of an any member (tentacle) of the political power, but also the simple way to express her indignation against the same ones. A word harsher, more contusing, arrives to lift the spectrum of the slander and of the treachery.

It will be like this in the judgement behind referred (whose sentence is already cultivated very probably before him to have begun), concerning a complaint introduced against our director Mr. William Tonet by very influential members of the instituted power, although of fleeting passage for the corridors of the State.

They will be three the processes in judgement, moved by the former-boss of State-larger General of the Armed forces (CEMGFAA), Mr. Francisco Pereira Furtado, through the process: 972/08-D; the Procurator of the Military Attorney's office of FAA, Mr. Hélder Pitagroz, process 659/08-D and the famous general, considered by many of their collaborators and family (they know, certainly, that they say), multimillionaire, Boss of the Military House of the Presidency of the Republic and Former-boss of the Cabinet of National Reconstruction, Mr. Manuel Vieira Dias, Kopelipa, process n.º 1449/08-D.

The crimes that our director is accused were of committed facto, if it is that that is crime, in the extent of the freedom of expression and information, in the extent of the attributes that they are privilege of F8, that continues to exercise an unalterable pressure since he not few) for the died government's high employees and of the condemned Executive actual to disappear, not to lose temper the partial and discriminatory form of administration of the public thing and of the autochthonous people.

Lawyer Mr. David Mendes, responsible for the defence he believes to treat of one more cabal of the regime, because the published news don't constitute any defamation slander. The reality is that these generals say to support the democracy but they are not prepared for her exercise", it assured F8, this defence lawyer.

In another dimension he didn't stop referring to the facto of this "attitude to mean, per times, a pressure on the system of the justice, with base in the force, in the sense of this and the tribunals if they subdue to the interests and appetites of the generals instead of the law and of the right. In any way we believed that a nucleus of new judges is more and more committed with the Justice and not with the economic power and intimidator of the considered powerful."

Of recalling that this judgement of Mr. Wlliam Tonet, that will have beginning in the next 13, is one of the almost two hundred that weigh on her person. In her smashing majority all of them were formatted at the workshops of Futungo, (Kremlin in the city of Luanda surroundings) of SINFO (military/secret police) and of other appendixes of the regime and they have for characteristic a clear function and common objectives: to annihilate, to silence, or to put out of the game media effect F8.

Only to give an example, it is of recalling another well educated process for the Public prosecution service that sooner or later will have to pass to the bar of the tribunal.

Those Excellencies, that saw each other armoured for the prestige of the position that they occupy, they moved processes to F8 for that organ of social communication to have unmasked the truth on a case of movement of bottoms in the exterior of the country, namely Portugal and published the barbaric form as the former-president of Guinea-Bissau was murdered, Nino Vieira. Pictures published with the approval of the family of the died, that it doesn't consider an outrage her honour. In fact as later this was verified found of several bottoms, that they were not lost (as the 300 million BNA, (Bank National of Angola) nor discoveries (also as the one of BNA) but that stopped partly uncertain in the uncertain people's pockets and, hateful crime to the eyes of certain sector’s of PGR, (General attorney's office of the Republic) they had also left (as the one of BNA), but very legalism, of the safes of the State, only, for the or their signatories be prominent illustrations of the Executive (the business of Bank BANIF).

With base in this plot the politician, Mr. Fenga Miranda makes the following picture that F8 thanks. "To the subject of your audience on the 13, it lets to presage that the fence crowds together more and more and incredibly all the linked forces the dynamics so much political, as social and associative they continue distracted. Each one thinks that has been roofing of concrete or lead parasol, he wants to say that the neighbour’s fire will never reach her house. The regime or "supposedly", it seems to be to win the battle of the drowsiness and in a calculated way, very veiled and extremely dangerous it will push us for the hole, without the world notices that, because the smile is always present and as everything it is made subtle and sensible, above all the international community interprets as "faits-divers". He is urgent to organize an appeal or a letter to the Nation and the International Community, species petition of associations, intellectuals, academicals, teachers, journalists, on the state actual of the democracy in Angola and the risks of the future."

The director of F8, Mr. William Tonet, was refuted, and when the process ran their procedures was verified that everything that had been revealed corresponded to the reality of the facts. Which something? It was not heard a single protest voice against the defamation woven by PGR, because her complaint had as exclusive objective to dirty the good name of F8.

We will see what she will pass. But a thing is right, F8 won't die. It can go to the rug, as already before it happened. But he will get up. Reinvigorated and it will follow her march heading for a country fairer, less corrupt and discriminatory and with better distribution of the Angolan wealth.

Faces and faces

That the green force of the vegetation is always with you, and that the sun of your dreams contemplates you. Unhappily the many days bad drag the good ones.

It puts everyday of your dreams in day. He always struggles, above all it avoids that the dictatorships, again democratic, become overcast the mind.

A feminine face, I see him always very attractive as the foam of the sea in the life to jump. Where eye, I want that you also look, I see everything, splendour of green.

Mr. Justino Pinto de Andrade. BD. Democratic Block of Angola

The Democratic Block promises that everything will do so that the coming times are of Peace, Concordance and Progress, with the contest of all, without exclusions nor discriminations.

Mr. Laurindo Neto. National Alliance of Angola

We went betrayed! What can be summarized, summarized in the process of alienation of the minds, manipulation of the law, of the justice and of the society, outrage to the homeland and widespread corruption without limits, will have to be white in this swinging.

35 YEARS OF SOLITUDE

Anonym said...

Dear Mr. Reginaldo, pay attention to the following and see what can do to denounce in her blog or in another sphere any: the atmosphere in the newspapers recently bought by hand of the State is of cutting to the knife. The censorship makes home. Once the ready newspaper has to be submitted to the shareholders that, for her time, they take the material to a laboratory for us to decide on what owes or it should not be published, and as it should also be.

In morrodamaianga.blogspot.com

Critics to the Boss of State are forbidden, even cartoons have been censured. See that a certain newspaper, in the case The Capital, had to lock the edition because of a layer that denounced the murder of an Angolan one perpetrated by Chinese. They had to do, for there of the dead-line, another layer. The atmosphere, in the newsroom, is critical, with the unhappy journalists to threaten, only see, to abandon the newspaper in block. Pay attention: they want to leave in block. And it is what will happen if those attacks to the freedom of press and of expression they subsist.

Image: "of which planet they are?”

FNLA of Angola

It is in this context and at this time historical, that it is exalted strange entities to our liberation process, to the detriment of those that in weapons in the hand, they freed the Country.