Don't leave the love given to her luck

Happy birthday. They say that it exists the lost city of the love somewhere. All the lovers are attracted mysteriously for her. And you? Don't you want to unmask the mystery of that city?

The corruption is so taken root that endangers in a such way the empire of the love, that can tumble.

The source of the love of the water divine, aphrodisiac, is the balm that inspires the in love ones. Don't leave this source to dry, except the in love ones they will end.

There was a kingdom where the king and the queen if they always loved intensely, they never dismayed. Many years passed, until that in one day, unexpectedly the queen died. It is soon the kingdom entered in ruins. Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him.

Don't leave the love given to her luck. They are necessary deep reforms in the democratic system. We have to create the democracy of the love, before we attend the great final catastrophe.

The human catastrophes, slaughters in holocaust, also accompany the natural and environmental catastrophes. In spite of everything, the roads of the love continue safe.

When we contemplated a flower, we let to arrest us for her air white, attractive. It is like this that the love works.

There is a false love that uses tentacles to arrest us, to snatch. When later we discovered the fraud, we felt vastly unhappy. Therefore, he loves the love, and no their tentacles.

Paraphrasing: violent if he says of the love. But they are not said violent those that oppress him.

To build a pyramid, it is to reach the summit of the perfection. And you, when do you build your pyramid of the love?

And they insist on the declaration that the money everything purchase, including the love. But, passed some time the love riots, because the impurity of the money is momentary.

When the trees undress, they show us the nakedness of their trunks, and later they relive, they get dressed of glory. It is likewise with the love.

Until reaching her climax, the love it expires, it jumps many obstacles, a lot of barriers. And you? How many walls of the shame and of the incomprehension you did move to you impassion yourself for your love?

The complicity of the closed doors, of the places, "here we are more comfortable, nobody annoys" us, in the disposition of the objects, in the constant heads in the air, disoriented. It is this the potion, the symptomatology of the love.

When the doors of the love close, it is complicated to reopen them. It is as a valuable safe that just rare people know the secret of her lock. And the love is as a safe, a lot of secrets that only opens up with the passion of the loving ones.

Paraphrasing: violent if he says of the love. But they are not said violent those that oppress him. Because they don't free the manifestations of the love?

Luanda. Murder of two militant of the Democratic BD-block

FRIENDS OF THE DEMOCRATIC BLOCK, BD. This weekend was Tragic here in Cacuaco. The Police KILLED 2 (two) young to I remove! They were both Militant of BD. The first on Saturday July 16, 2011, Mr. Rui Castro André, was 40 years old, the second in the July 18, 2011 with only 19 years!!

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We went to the land, we spoke to the families and with people that were present in the height that the " Gentlemen agents if like this call"committed these crimes are been able to, while Our Companion Mr. Francisco Guedes, was in the it sleeps of the Hospital Maria Pia, to try to solve the autopsies of our Murdered Siblings. Did I go to speak with the Mr. Commander of the Division of Cacuaco, where was I informed what Rui was armed!!! If Rui was armed and ready to shoot, because it took the shot in the backs? This history is very badly counted. There are still more things, only that it doesn't suit to expose for the time being... the second young Mr. Jacinto, went out with a group of more seven young with drums and basins at the four hours, for us to go in search of water, because EPAL, (A company that provides water) broke all of the private tanks and the residents of the neighborhood Paradise, they are without drop of water! To the they pass it some 50 meters of the house of the 1st boss of the police, the Mr. he remembers to open the window and he shoots for the group, it reached the youth in the right leg and as he didn't have the First Aid, it died. As Angolan I feel Turbulent, as the things they are directed and they try to solve these CRIMES. He hurt A lot to be in the middle of those families, completely Destroyed by the Pain. It is time really to say is Enough. The DEMOCRATIC BLOCK won't leave that the Police continue to Kill. Is this Rotten Paz, is this development, and is this the democracy that PR/MPLA announces the all of the hours in TPA (Public Television of Angola, before People) and in the Radios? Thank you very much but we don't Want More... it is ENOUGH, Mr. JES ARRIVES...

Image: Neighborhood of S. Pedro to the Head, Luanda

The fabled roads of the love

The love is always in first place, but nobody has courage of attributing her the prize. The medal of gold goes because for the love. He is the winner of all of the medals.

They guarantee that in the politics the silence is not made of gold. But in the love it is, it is enough to feel the silences of the glances.

They say that on the whole side the life is full of heroism. Yes, it proves him the fight of the heroic love.

When the electric circuits of our heart suffer a voltage overload, it is commonly this the one that called love.

It is finally it Lord it went down, it was long but it arrived. But no longer there was nobody for loving. He has a lot that the love had gotten lost in the Earth.

The heart short circuit is what felt when we are betrayed for who loved. The fuses of the love are founded.

They say that it doesn't exist eternal. Playful, it is what are. He exists yes gentleman, the eternal love.

In the first times the hunt of the love was to the blow. Then it was the kiss. To follow kiss with flowers and the whole luck of offerings. Today, in the love it is worth everything.

Without physical contact, without caresses, the love is suffering. Never stand back of the love. Never leave him only.

The life in the Earth extinguishes very quickly, because no longer there is nobody that knows love. Or will it be that we attended the last pair's of lovers end?

Shady they are the roads of the darkness. Clear, of intense brightness they are the roads of the love, where all got lost.

In any activity of our life, the time is always present. In the love no, the time stops, I eat if it didn't exist. The love is the time.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. He/she always smiled lovingly that the love will contemplate you.

When we remembered our last lives, we verified afflicted that those that left very early for the eternal, it was because we didn't love them convincingly. We confused selfishness with love.

The fight for the love is never in vain. Be always persevering, and the love in you will wake up. Therefore, don't waste time with futile things. He/she dedicates you, he/she gives you to the slavery of the love.

Because it is that we make love in public immoral, susceptible to prison is considered? But the animals make him/it, and we found very natural. He/she wants to say that the walls of the shame of the love still were not demolished.

The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

I lost the love, and I move in the hope of the rocks of the sad times. So many lives that I already lived and I saw lost. Of them it remains me the memory of the sweetness of the love.

The nostalgia of the keys of the piano presses me, they transport me for the past of the lost times. The music reminds us always the dear beings that we lost and her love.

He comes us always to the memory the committed mistakes of the inexperience in the things of the love. Of the people that we loved truly and that we will never forget. Yes, the love is unforgettable, inexplicable.

The love is for all, but just some know their secrets and they are not willing reveal us to her. The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

If love didn't exist, we would just see nights because the days are the awakening of the love. And we would only live of nights the cruelty of the non existence of the love.

Never perches time in the search of the love, because he is very close of you. Does he look to your turn, don't you see it?! Does he look inside of you, is he always there.

There is who does long trips for the stranger in the vain attempt of the discovery of the roads of the love. After very exhausted, the traveller returns and she sees stupefaction that the love waits for him. Will it be that their trips were vain?

So many times that we loved along our lives and we were not corresponded. We were always with the hearts betrayed. We are the victorious eternal slaves of the love.

And those loving ones that they explore seas, mountains, forests, rivers, storms, pursued by all of the misfortunes. And alone in the moment of the death they discover finally what is the love, and they take that divine secret with them.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. It is as if other being left our interior and it hovered and that he not wants more to return, not to lose those moments and slowness eternally.

To love they are necessary two beings. Cannot a being be loved himself? The love is not only one. Without lovers there is no love.

The wise persons keep the love in their hearts. The fools keep it in the games of their words.

The ones that use the roads of the falsehood of the love, they leave to her passage such desolation that they dry until the plants, everything disappears. On the contrary, the ones that use the roads of the truth find the happiness of the love.

It remains us the stairway of the love

So many inventions for us to benefit us the life, they enchant us. So many marvels that privatize until our souls. So many promises that atrophy us the spaces and our steps. No longer there is nobody what gets (did they forget?) of inventing the love?

After one more dizzy day, the noisy night approaches. The tired eyes close rested in the agitated silence of the lost love.

The publicity that besieges us to every moment shows us the paradise, the announcement, the climax of the finally return of the Lord. And which is the day of the redemption, of the filiation of our love?

The stairways of our lives are solemnly left. The promised stairway for the kingdom of the sky also. It remains us the stairway of the love. But, who will her builder be?

We fled to and fro, in the constant it seeks of the peacefulness that we desired, but we didn't find. In the reality we escaped from the love that we transformed, monstrous. Fugitives of the despair, of the buried love.

And it rained intensely, as usually. Two wet passionate youths took refuge in a homelike tree. And the rain didn't stop, it increased, it seemed other flood that approached. And them strange in the passion, rapt. A flood of unequalled love if it instituted, he promised.

Leave the doors of your hearts opened so that the love in them among, triumphal

So many inventions for us to benefit us the life, they enchant us. So many marvels that privatize until our souls. So many promises that atrophy us the spaces and our steps. No longer there is nobody what gets (did they forget?) of inventing the love?

After one more dizzy day, the noisy night approaches. The tired eyes close rested in the agitated silence of the lost love.

The publicity that besieges us to every moment shows us the paradise, the announcement, the climax of the finally return of the Lord. And which is the day of the redemption, of the filiation of our love?

The stairways of our lives are solemnly left. The promised stairway for the kingdom of the sky also. It remains us the stairway of the love. But, who will her builder be?

We fled to and fro, in the constant it seeks of the peacefulness that we desired, but we didn't find. In the reality we escaped from the love that we transformed, monstrous. Fugitives of the despair, of the buried love.

And it rained intensely, as usually. Two wet passionate youths took refuge in a homelike tree. And the rain didn't stop, it increased, it seemed other flood that approached. And them strange in the passion, rapturous. A flood of unequaled love if it instituted, he promised.

Freedom house. The freedom in Angola.

Overview

A new constitution approved by the parliament in January 2010 abolished direct presidential elections and the role of prime minister, stipulating that the leader of the largest party in the legislature will automatically become president. Also in January, an attack on the Togolese soccer team in Cabinda prompted the arrest of four prominent Cabindan human rights activists. A journalist was killed in September, marking the first such murder in Angola since 2001.

Angola was racked by civil war for nearly three decades following independence from Portugal in 1975. Peace accords in 1991 and 1994 failed to end fighting between the rebel National Union for the Total Independence of Angola (UNITA) and the government, controlled by the Popular Movement for the Liberation of Angola (MPLA), but the death of UNITA leader Jonas Savimbi in 2002 helped to spur a successful ceasefire deal later that year. UNITA subsequently transformed itself into Angola’s largest opposition party.

The conflict claimed an estimated one million lives, displaced more than four million people, and forced over half a million to flee to neighboring countries. Many resettled people have remained without land, basic resources, or even identification documents. The resettlement process was slowed by the presence of an estimated 500,000 landmines and a war-ruined infrastructure. The United Nations concluded its voluntary refugee repatriation program in 2007, but Angola and the neighboring Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) each subsequently engaged in forced expulsions of the other’s citizens, affecting tens of thousands of people.

Legislative elections, delayed repeatedly since 1997, were finally held in September 2008. The ruling MPLA took 191 of 220 seats, and UNITA won 16 seats, placing second among 14 parties. While both domestic and international observers found that the results reflected the people’s will, the campaign was marred by political violence, pro-MPLA bias in the state media, and other problems, and many polling places in the capital failed to open on election day. UNITA accepted the outcome after an initial challenge of the Luanda results was rejected by the electoral commission.

In January 2010, the MPLA-dominated parliament approved a new constitution that abolished direct presidential elections, stipulating instead that the leader of the largest party in the parliament would become the president. The last presidential election had been held in 1992, and a vote due in 1997 had been repeatedly postponed. The new constitution also eliminated the post of prime minister, allowing the president to select a vice president as his deputy, and permitted a maximum of two five-year presidential terms, starting with the next parliamentary elections in 2012.

Also in January, a faction of the separatist Front for the Liberation of Cabinda (FLEC) attacked the Togolese soccer team during the Africa Cup of Nations tournament, resulting in three deaths. Angolan security forces subsequently arrested a number of prominent Cabindan activists, charging four with crimes against state security. In August, the four men—human rights lawyer Francisco Luemba, Roman Catholic priest Raul Tati, professor and activist Belchior Lanso Tati, and former policeman Jose Benjamin Fuca—were convicted by a Cabinda court and sentenced to between three and six years in jail. Luemba and Raul Tati were prominent members of the banned Cabindan rights organization Mpalabanda. In December, all four were released from prison after the Cabindan attorney general declared that their convictions had been based on outdated legislation. The trials of two other men accused of complicity in the FLEC attack were concluded in December: Joao Antonio Puati was sentenced to 24 years in prison for “armed rebellion,” while another, Daniel Simbai, was acquitted of the same charge.

Political Rights and Civil Liberties

Angola is not an electoral democracy. Long-delayed legislative elections held in September 2008, while largely reflective of the people’s will, were not free and fair; presidential elections have not been held since 1992. The 220-seat National Assembly, whose members serve four-year terms, has little power, and 90 percent of legislation originates in the executive branch. Under the new constitution adopted in January 2010, the largest party in the National Assembly selects the head of state. The president is to serve a maximum of two five-year terms beginning in 2012, and directly appoints the vice president, cabinet, and provincial governors.

The 2008 legislative elections were contested by 14 parties, but aside from UNITA, the main opposition party, just three smaller parties won seats. The National Electoral Commission (CNE), which was dominated by the ruling MPLA, denied opposition access to the voter registry and obstructed the accreditation of domestic monitors who were not aligned with the government. In addition, the government delayed releasing state funding for opposition parties, and the MPLA abused state resources. Voting in Luanda—home to between one-quarter and one-third of registered voters—was marred by serious irregularities, including late delivery of ballot papers, 320 polling stations that failed to open, and a breakdown in the use of voter rolls to check identities. While political violence rose in the run-up to the elections, it has decreased significantly since 2002, and the government provided security for opposition rallies around the country.

Corruption and patronage are endemic in the government, and bribery often underpins business activity. In 2009, President José Eduardo dos Santos called for a crackdown on corruption, declaring that MPLA members had squandered large portions of the country’s oil revenues; the president himself is alleged to be one the country’s richest men. In April 2010, Human Rights Watch reported that while the government had improved standards for the publication of oil revenues, the industry was still extremely opaque and corrupt. Angola was ranked 168 out of 178 countries surveyed in Transparency International’s 2010 Corruption Perceptions Index.

Despite constitutional guarantees of freedom of expression, journalists are driven to self-censorship by the threat of dismissal, detention, and prosecution. Defamation and libel are punishable by imprisonment or fines. The state owns the only daily newspaper and national radio station, as well as the main television stations. The country’s first private television station, TV Zimbo, launched in 2008, and in May 2010 a new Brazilian Portuguese-language station was cleared to begin broadcasting. State outlets favored the ruling party ahead of the 2008 elections, and private media are often denied access to official information and events. Several independent weeklies and radio stations in Luanda criticize the government, but they have reported funding problems. Authorities have prevented the outspoken Roman Catholic radio station Radio Ecclesia from broadcasting outside the capital. In May 2010, police threatened the station with legal action after it reported on the case of a senior police officer arrested for rape. Internet access is limited to a small elite, as most citizens lack computers or even electricity.

Journalists suffered a number of violent attacks in 2010. In January, a Togolese journalist was killed during the terrorist attack on the Togolese soccer team in Cabinda. In September, Alberto Graves Chakussanga—the presenter of a call-in program on the UNITA-affiliated Radio Despertar—was shot in Luanda. Colleagues alleged that the killing was tied to his and the station’s critical reporting on the government. The following month, Radio Despertar presenter and satirist António Manuel Manuel da Silva, or Jójó, was stabbed after receiving death threats for his critical commentary.

Religious freedom is widely respected, despite colonial-era statutes that ban non-Christian religious groups. The educational system barely functions, suffering from underpaid and often corrupt teachers and severely damaged infrastructure.

The constitution guarantees freedom of assembly and association. Increasingly, authorities are allowing opposition groups to hold demonstrations in Luanda, though crackdowns are common in the interior. The right to strike and form unions is provided by the constitution, but the MPLA dominates the labor movement and only a few independent unions exist. Some 85 percent of the population engages in subsistence agriculture. Hundreds of nongovernmental organizations (NGOs) operate in Angola, many of them demanding political reform, government accountability, and human rights protections. Churches in particular have grown more outspoken. However, the government has occasionally threatened organizations with closure. In 2008, the authorities ordered the local representatives of the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights to cease activities and leave the country. Ahead of that year’s elections, the government threatened to shutter the local Association for Justice, Peace, and Democracy (AJPD). The Constitutional Court heard the case in late 2009, and a decision was pending at year’s end.

The judiciary is subject to extensive executive influence, though courts occasionally rule against the government. The president appoints Supreme Court judges to life terms without legislative input. The courts in general are hampered by a lack of training and infrastructure, a large backlog of cases, and corruption. While the government has sought to train more municipal magistrates, municipal courts are rarely operational, leading to the use of traditional or informal courts. Human rights groups reported that the arrests of four men in connection with the January 2010 attack on the Togolese soccer team in Cabinda were politically motivated, and that their trial was deeply flawed.

Lengthy pretrial detention is common, and prisoners are subject to torture, severe overcrowding, sexual abuse, extortion, and a lack of basic services, including food and water. In October 2010, Amnesty International reported on the death of political prisoner Muatxihina Chamumbala in Conduege Prison; he had allegedly received inadequate medical treatment. Despite increased resources and human rights training, security forces continue to commit abuses with impunity. However, in March 2010 seven police officers were each sentenced to 24 years in prison for killing eight suspects in Luanda’s Sambizanga township, marking the first time a police officer had been convicted of an extrajudicial killing. An estimated four million weapons in civilian hands threaten to contribute to lawlessness, and both government and private security personnel have committed murders and other abuses in connection with the diamond-mining industry.

In 2006, the government signed a peace agreement with secessionists in the oil-rich northern exclave of Cabinda, hoping to end a conflict that had continued intermittently since 1975. While between 80 and 90 percent of the rebel fighters have reportedly joined the army or demobilized, some violence has continued. The military continues to arrest Cabindans for alleged state security crimes. Most of these detainees are allegedly denied basic due process rights and subjected to inhumane treatment.

China has invested heavily in Angola in recent years, but there are signs that the large Chinese presence has bred resentment and opportunistic criminality. The British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) reported in 2009 that Chinese workers in Luanda were being targeted in a wave of violent robberies. In November 2010, a FLEC faction attacked a convoy of Chinese oil workers in Cabinda.

Minefields from the civil war continue to restrict freedom of movement, as does the country’s rigid system of entry and exit visas. Tension involving refugees along the Angolan-Congolese border led to a series of tit-for-tat expulsions in 2009, affecting about 39,000 Angolans in the DRC and about 18,000 Congolese in Angola. In October 2010, about 200 DRC nationals were violently expelled from Angola; the victims were allegedly subjected to rape and torture, and three people were killed.

Since 2001, security forces have evicted thousands of people from informal settlements in and around Luanda without adequate notice, compensation, or resettlement provisions, ostensibly for development purposes. The 2010 constitution holds that all land belongs to the state, and that land rights can only be allocated to Angolan nationals or companies registered in Angola.

Women enjoy legal protections and occupy cabinet positions and National Assembly seats, but de facto discrimination and violence against women remain common, particularly in rural areas. Child labor is a major problem, and there have been reports of trafficking in women and children for prostitution or forced labor. A recent study by Angola’s National Children’s Institute and UNICEF found “a significant and growing” trend of abuse and abandonment of children who are accused of witchcraft after the death of a family member, usually from AIDS.

In case Dr. William Tonet: "Kopelipa" and Zé Maria asked as compensation 2 million of dollars

Luanda - F8 was called to the stone by puerile reasons, to points of we question ourselves what can be in cause in judgement. To intimidate the press? To gag her and to silence her for ever and ever? The drafting, the administration, the friends and companions of the autochthonous biweekly, they are with her director, because we feared (they fear) that the intention, now it cannot be the one of arresting, but just of staining her criminal record, for limiting her any intervention in the future and or they still prepare another ambush, for us to silence it in the middle of their dungeons.

* Sílvio Van-Dúnem

Source: Folha8

The judgement, of the director of F8, Mr. William Tonet, moved by the generals Manuel Hélder Vieira Dias Júnior, tcp Kopelipa, minister of State and Boss of the Military House of the Presidency of the Republic, António José Maria, boss of the Services of Military Intelligence of FAA, Hélder Pitta Groz, Military Procurator of FAA, Francisco Furtado, former-boss of the State-large-general of FAA and Sílvio Franco Burity, director of the national Services of the Customs, for having alleged crime of Slander, Defamation and Offense, began on June 13.

The sessions elapse in the 7th section of the Room of the Common Crimes, of the Provincial Tribunal of Luanda, Dona Ana Joaquina, under the right judge's orientation, Dr. Manuel Pereira da Silva, that opened the judgement to the public but he prohibited the covering of the press. Many of the presents were apprehensive with this position of the judge, that is not very normal, but, the law, in cases of defamation and offense, for the sensibility of the processes, for moving with the people's honor, grants to the magistrate the prerogative of to safeguard and to protect the forum summon, of the parts that fence in the bar their arguments. He left this Silva's judge's Manuel sense, then he didn't walk so badly... it weighs to have left some nervous journalists, mainly the elder of the journalism Siona Casimiro of the Journal Apostolado and Alexandre Solombe of the Voice of America, VOA, that they were invited to leave the room, for if they don't conform with the judge's decision.

Remember that after the opening the judgement was interrupted and it continued forty eight hours later, on June 15, in a long initiate session about 9 h 25 minutes and it only finished 19 h 25 minutes, with the discussion of two processes.

On that day, in the quality of having interrogated (here considered defendant), Dr. William Tonet, only, in that condition for the texts published to the they have not been signed to have to answer in the director quality, in accordance with art.º 73.º of the Law of Press, it was for more than 10 hours of foot. Of course is a long sacrifice marathon for any human being and, in the case, this human, that still nor it was arrested, it was, to the that seems for force of the law, tortured legally, so much that it was hindered of sore spots, that took it to have to be attended at a clinic in Luanda for this long sacrifice of having been so many consecutive hours of foot, him that he has the broken kneecaps, united for a platinum league, fruit of a combat in the East of Angola, during the war, had to resist to the demands of having to stay almost so many hours in a erect position, with hunger and with thirst, in a true sacrifice, on behalf of the coherence, of the freedom and… of the faith in God.

Her defense came to the bar of the tribunal with the force of the ones that nothing has to fear. He made to be worth their arguments and he did get to keep a perfect posture when hearing what the offended ones asked as compensation for the alleged damages that they would have suffered, with the journalists' of F8 goods, all with proofs and properly sustained by the dynamics of the democracy, of the freedom of press and freedom of expression, extravagant and absurdities amounts about 180 million Kwanzas, in other words, any thing as 2 million dollars (TWO MILLION DOLLARS!!), 40 million kwanzas, 30 million kwanzas and thereabout out. Everything says, caused by the goods of F8, that not even they defined in their true outlines, he wants to say, the damages subjectivist, without any proof effective. But, be noticed, one of the goods was signed and never the offended ones insisted on processing the stamped ones, preferring to turn batteries against the director of F8.

Besides, the same ones offended they allowed to mix their protests to those emphasized and simply alleged protests of heroic and glorious FAA, (Angolan Armed Forces) that, they, on her side, didn't ask absolutely anything F8, nor to her director. Others spoke of sadness in the workers' face to the news published in F8, caricature, on news that told them respect for defending rights and labor justice. Infantile flattery for dry table … thanks to be of foot during about 10 hours, the director William Tonet was not made of having asked and on behalf of the coherence and of helping the tribunal to the truth to arrive it presented through their lawyers of Defense, Doctors Tiago Ribeiro, David Mendes and André Dambi robust replies that defined the nimbleness of the accusation well, apparent and strictly concentrated in an umbilical vision, weigh to be legitimates.

The assistants' defect, seemed, already in this second session not to be in alleged cause her Slander, Defamation and Offense, but a "greedy" obtaining of millionaire compensation, that never the autochthonous of F8, saw and they dream to have in their bills, but that constitute mere changes, for who he doesn't have shame of referring to the million as if they were cashes. To say that the offended ones, to the exception of Silvio Burity of National Direction of the Customs, didn't appear, he gives an idea of what this "Opéra Bouffe" anachronistic, that took Silva's judge Manuel acts, on behalf of the law, to apply a fine to the generals, appraised in 10 thousand kwanzas.

Certainly for them that should not be anything… But this drizzle bofe will have an end type theatre "blow to the American", an compensation request - we will see reason, but in the reality it is even anything, the judge will decide in her conscience, let us wait -, of any thing that crosses all the limits of the coherence and of the simple logic, as already enunciate here supra, those such ones more than 300 million Kwanzas in rescue way of the attacks to the sins that the offended ones will have committed, and that F8 just gave to know for being of the public interest, for our people to be to know who governs us, who decides and who will be able to one day or other to attack us in justice when the one that them more they have is roofed of glass, weaknesses and masked inferiority complexes in other complex, those of superiority. With people of bad oak-gall, it is the full world, for ferocious grasper of money, and if the imitation is the strategy to proceed, Angola will be the clown of the century XXI… and XXII.

We don't have education, we don't have terms, ways, we don't have anything to not to be the money, come from where comes, as surplus value of a retrograde mentality! Position this, we don't want any in way introduce ourselves in the intrigues of a process that it is safeguarded by the absolute secrecy in her circuit in beginning, but we suit that it had been the arguments presented by the defense, the accusation seems to sin for limiting, almost that exclusively, to request monetary compensations of an accusation that sought a "fait divers", matter more than proven of all of the journalistic activities of the whole world.

What here weighs on F8 is the protagonist's facto of some of those denounced acts, minus, let us say, worthy of respect, and compromising of her performer's good name, it was not a " Shrimp", a ragged one, but the maximum responsible of the Port of Luanda. And he will see it then to scream, " Bless my soul! They stained my name; they destroyed my "life"… ", things like this, removing of the Brazilian soap operas and of the scandalous processes of California, in that they waltz million of dollars of compensation because of a f… badly given. But although it happens the pretension of all these forces that are just the right of the force, in her horizon, once the democracy to be them just a trampoline, to suffocate, all as, naively, they believed that the implantation of the multiparty would bring more freedom of expression and freedom of press, after 1991, we will be with him and with their ideas. This for we believe, that this attempt certain forces, impose the dictatorship of the muzzle, they won't silence our firm conviction of we continue to give voice to who doesn't have voice and the consolidation of a true democracy.

Angola, we believed, weigh the suffering, the chains, the arbitrary prisons, the murders and the injustices of every order the one that are subject most of the autochthonous ones, it must be, earlier than late, a true Democratic State and of Right, that it will order, through fair judgements and with impartial judges, just committed with the law and her conscience, for the chain the corrupt ones and responsible of the injustices today. As for Dr. William Tonet, the attempt of the they gag, it can until, excuse me the stamped, not to be a bad idea, if one day they put him in the chain, because, I believe and it is the conviction of the whole drafting, that he, will edit, in the current dungeons of the regime it FOLHA8 him PRISON, that will be an extension of the actual, that won't remain silent, he won't die, because it will resist with the contribution of all the autochthonous ones. Sadness ours, we be in such low mentality landing.

Because you don't try to navigate in the other dimensions of the love?

So much love to give and nobody for receiving. He sings, he sings the emotions and ambitions of the love. In the next temples a psalm at the time of the love will be inaugurated.

He looks to your turn! Only time crowds with despair in the glances. So many love promises did them that he fled them. Never make false love promises, because he when she riot force that dominates him doesn't exist.

Can the money buy the love? No, because who loves the money doesn't love the love. The love is pure; it is sincere, as the source of the youth's water.

Never will she get to invent a machine to measure the potency of the love. Observe it when no corresponded or betrayed. Everything shakes to yours and our circuit.

We let to live us in the illusions, because we relegated the love for the margins of the torpor. We put in our faces masks of loving. But easily the love discovers the fraud. Never distort, never let the true face of the love to fall.

Never disguise of love, because he also has laws, commandments that should be accomplished precisely. It accomplishes their rules and the love will never lack you.

They say that the love moves mountains and he goes mad the more protected instruments of precision. Yes, it is true. The love when generated free indomitable forces. He is our last hope of the Humanity's salvation.

The road of the happiness is to live always passionate. You will be eternally young if you live always the passion of the love. That yes, it is that it is the eternal youth's true source.

When you falls in the bitterness of the life, he lifts you and he asks the love for help. It is the only identity that aids us and anything we demand in change. It contemplates the expectations of the love because of him you will always obtain rewards.

Suddenly, appeared if he doesn't know from where strange shines were observed seen never. Lights that shone intensely, but they didn't obscure our eyes. On the contrary, they attracted us tender and sweetly. They were they are the lights of the love.

When everything ends, it begins the love. And the transport for other space and temporary dimensions. The love opens the gates of all of the dimensions. Unhappily just some hearts possessed by the love do it. And you? Because you don't try to navigate in the other dimensions of the love?

Happy birthday in the day of the triumphal return of the love

He seems that the love slides for among our hands, lost. There are grandiose manifestations demand her that we seek the love.

Countless crowds leave in her Graal, but in vain. Nobody knows where he stops, where it is. And all got tired, they of finding. And it appeared the murmur that the love after all is a chimera.

In her attempt if they remind, a passionate king ordered to build Taj Mahal to her lover, so that the love there if he kept, he reminded. An eternal temple to the eternal love.

It is like this the love didn't get lost, he lives, it relives in the hope that it doesn't perish.

And however, the love walks thereabout very distracted, fake, outraged, hated.

That Allah always illuminates your glance, your heart and your soul. That Allah gives you a thousand years of happiness.

The love is found, it shines as the seed of the Universe that in the display the road to arrive until him.

Allah is the love. Owner Allah and you will love the love.

Happy birthday

Luanda. Director of the Newspaper Folha 8 will be processed under pressure of the Angolan Regime

Notícias Lusófonas - it is one more of about of 200 processes that involve Mr.William Tonet. It is "a process to ready-to-condemn", he points out a source of the newspaper

(Next Monday, June 13, 2011, this alteration of the text is ours) he will have beginning a judgement of Mr. William Tonet, director of the newspaper Angolan Folha 8, that, according to sources of the newspaper, they "correspond to three processes manufactured to the measure of the regime" and that they are "from the ready type to condemn". This type of processes is, in fact, considered similar to the "that are unhappily almost all the ones that they 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", he affirms the source of the Folha 8, increasing that it will be "like this in this judgement, whose sentence is already cultivated very probably before him to have begun", concerning a complaint against Mr. William Tonet for "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), Francisco Pereira Furtado, process 972/08-D; for the Procurator of the Military Attorney's office of FAA, Hélder Pitagroz, process 659/08-D and one of 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, Manuel Vieira Dias, Kopelipa", process 1449/08-D.

The crimes that the director of the Folha 8 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 apanage of the Folha 8, "that it continues to exercise an unalterable pressure since he left to the street in 1993, on all of the committed skiddings (and they are 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 defense, 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 assures this defense lawyer.

In another dimension, Mr. David Mendes doesn'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 intimidating of the considered powerful", it sustains the lawyer.

Of recalling that this judgement of Mr. Wlliam Tonet is one of the almost 200 that weigh on the director of the Folha 8. In her smashing majority all of them, it counts the source of the newspaper, they were formatted at the workshops of Futungo, of SINFO (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 Folha 8 it ."

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 the Folha 8 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, I Sing to sleep Mr. Vieira", it explains the source, increasing that the pictures were published with the approval of the family of the died, that it doesn't consider an outrage to her honour."

In fact as it was verified later, "this founds of several bottoms, that they were not lost (as the 300 million BNA) nor discoveries (also as the one of BNA) but that stopped partly uncertain in the uncertain people's pockets and, crime to the eyes of certain sectors of PGR, they had also left (as the one of BNA), but the very legality, of the safes of the State, only, for the or their signatories be prominent illustrations of the Executive (the business of BANIF) ", it counts the source.

He says the source that "with base in this plot, politician Mr. Fenga Miranda makes the following picture, that it Folha8 /it 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 carefully, 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 the Folha 8 was refuted, and when the process ran their procedures was verified that everything that had been revealed corresponded to the reality of the facts. "But 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 the Folha 8", it counts source of the newspaper.

We will see what she will pass. But a thing is right, he points out the source, it Folha 8 "him 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."

Picture: Mr. William Tonet, director of the Folha 8.

N.B. The text is of 15 December 2010, but in spite of that it continues actualized.

Happy birthday, princess of the eight wonders

The ship of the love slid convincing in the oceanic marine surface. He didn't furrow the water, in her it hovered unstoppable in the infinite landscape, where the time doesn't exist. Which Triangle of Bermuda with one more angle, the love.

Paraphrasing: which is the shortest road to arrive in her sweet heart?

Paraphrasing: the world has seven wonders, everyone knows it. And which do you know the octave is? Doesn't he know?! The eighth wonder you are.

The vegetation trembled sweetly. It fell her a soft metal basin of water that the rapt, if it precipitated in the candescent sighs of the love.

Because they don't leave the thirsty of the love if they free? Because they pursue the oppressed of the love? Because it is made love secretly, done cloister in four walls? Possessed them by the love will be pursued also and finally it will be ordained: the love is a religion.

Our daily activities tire us, but the love does in the tireless ones, it turns off us the weight of our souls. To do love is to build happiness, and to free of the human servitude. It is the ecstasy of the divine hug.

When all of the roads of our lives if they infest of love and the fields bloom again, and the harmony of the Nature again to glitter, it means that the conditions imposed for the triumphal return of the love came true.

The love never makes ceremonies, never she make to announce. When it arrives, he opens us pair's doors in equal. And he proclaims us: I arrived, I won't stop more, and forever here I will be, eternally to live.

When two glances if they cross accomplices, and interpenetrate in the deep bows of the inconsistency, as hearts burning, anxious, uncontrolled, it is the love that arrived.

It imagines a country without love

It is just proved our smallness, before the giant that it is the love. It is an unequal fight because the love always comes out winner.

I take oath that will love you forever! It is the first promise that the ecstatic does to the love. The love doesn't live of promises, but undone dreams.

In the ambushes that the love does, there are no armies that if they compare him. The love is the most powerful army and no there are forces to drop it.

The love exercises us an implacable persecution. It is her mission, to capture the passionate hearts and to arrest them in their perfumes.

Don't play nor never betray the love. Because he burns of hate, and it breaks out of indescribable violence. It is that the love is not lonely.

Oh! As they are inevitable the tragedies of the love. Beautiful Helen of Troy made the war of the love. Like him it is so overpowering and destructor. Never provoke the anger of the love.

While the love, the slavery exists it will never end. We are the eternal slaves of the love. Always submissive to her law that just contains an article: never fake that you love because you unchain powerful and mysterious forces.

The love is hidden in our hearts and in our minds. Suddenly it is revealed, and everything changes to our turn, as that for magic arts.

It imagines a country without love. That nation will fall in misfortune. Where no there is love, the Apocalypse is always the winner. The dictators don't love, they buy, they corrupt the love, and they force us to love them. A country without love is in the right direction of the suicide.

Can we live without love?

We usually intoned with big comfortable, that the love finished. But it is not true, because he always leaves a string of hope. As the fire of a ready candle to extinguish.

The love is the sorcerers' king. When it arrives bewitches our hearts in a such way, that we were blind, and however we see, but in another dimension. The fourth dimension, the one of the love.

The love walks to the free thereabout, very crazy. Care, don't leave you in him to tie. But he doesn't give, it is not possible, because all of the human beings are crazy for him.

If you come the love, he tells him: love comes, I beg you, I want to love you, to faint, love!

To let to arrest in the handcuffs of the bows of the love, it is not crime. And not there is any country with laws that prohibit the prisoners of the love.

He runs, he runs, that the love waits for you. The love never flees, us, it is that we fled of him.

If you know how to love, he listens with a lot of attention that the love has to reveal you. He always keeps secrets in their bedrooms. As it is charming to hear and to feel their sighs.

The times are very difficult, they frequently say, but the love no. It lets to conquer so easily, as the flower kissed by the incessant bee that loves her pollen.

When you look for the love, he makes it with an extraordinary touching affection. Because he easily unmasks the falsehood of a glance.

And everything the love took. No, it dropped some seeds. It is this the origin of the jasmines.

Never say that you love without authorization of the love. It is that he can hurt your heart. And the wounds of the love are incurable.

The fields of flowers attract the lovers and thirsty of love. If flowers didn't exist, also the love would not exist. Don't leave that the flowers extinguish.

When you are thirsty, you drink and you seat a grandiose happiness. He leaves that the headquarters of the love possesses you.

A merchandise called love

The love is not bought, he doesn't sell himself, he sits down. He is free as our thought, and for that reason it will happen, it always happens, a dictator to take possession of the thought of the love. Where the love arrives, everything shines she, becomes ennobling. Happy the ones that are slaves of the love, because the Universe will belong to them. Never forget: the love is our god, the eternal road that leads us to the altars of the purified paradise, sanctified.

And where has revolution, there it is the love in gestation.

Winds of the lost love

The first love history began with two young that loved each other privately. And that secretly of the other humans, as still today it happens because up to now nobody ordained that we are free for us to love each other, just tends as witness the moonlight of the fugitive night, if they caressed intensely, and they were promised that her love dream would be reminded in flying of the time for besides the love.

The love cannot be a pastime, a passing thing, a fashion, the love is the revelation of the relationship of two uncontrolled hearts in the trip for the planet of the love.

Grant a light string for the love to breathe, to light up. With so much pollution on board of the boat of the love, we took the folded again risk of suffocating him.

Everything is for besides the limit of our forces, the love no. It is because he is supplied, it recovers forces in the world of the secret castle of the jasmines.

In the world championship of athletics, consecrated athletes win the race easily. Two passionate youths, very naturally, were the last ones to cut the goal. But however they were in first place in the premiun of the love.

My son

When the politicians speak

keeps silent

They don't get tired of they wrap us

But it will arrive the hour and you will be listened

At night don't fear the shadows of the trees

On the contrary, it congratulates you for the moonlight

That half-open you, that offer you

Because in the times that run

We should thank such sublime divine gift

When you come a hungry person to pass to your side

Don't despise him. He indicates the road that waits

The ones that diverted malicious the flows of the wealth

That don't belong them

Daily you will hear many songs of promises

of the same music played on the whole side

They will always exist many musicians, many mystics

But few will be listened

In the storm of the cities learns how to walk among the crowds

Then it moves away you and it observes them

You will see a circus with a lot of joke

In the a lot of hours idle bill the time that you have to live

You will see after many years passed

And that you won't have more spare times

To recover the lost time

If you know a lot of people, you won't know none

If you don't know deeply one of them

To the discovery of the illusion

When finally only and abandoned

reminds you that your parents

In the tomb silence they await your company

And they will always be with you

Above all learns, it defends you of the thieves

And of the banks that steal lands

Never the Humanity's History

overfilled of thieves as now

That will be presented in holocaust

And they fake that nothing knows, that nothing does

Oppressive horizons

The times and the calamities are more violent than never, the people also.

And after so much end of the poverty proclaimed, suddenly she increases a lot. Short term, the profession (!) of politician, just as the one of dictator it will finish.

The highways of the life are very obscure. He had been able to, the corrupt ones diverted the budgets.

Do I look at the horizon and the one what see? The almost forty year-old dictatorship to graze on always at the same ranch.

The dictators are always to preach that they don't have money. But when they are dropped of the power, they are convinced that will never be it, and it is for that reason that they are dictators, easily he sees himself that they have billions of dollars in secret bills.

When the illiteracy drives the government, we consider dictatorship for the right.

To spoil the wealth of the country and the population and of the personal wealth to boast, here is the dictator's platitude.

We are always picked unexpectedly, barefoot and nude, before the promises of a new life and of a hilarious future.

Our life is a constant pilgrimage, until that finally found the final destiny of the eternal oasis.

During our wandering life in this earth, we observed the mornings daily and you be born them, the tears and the smiles of the beginning and of the end.

One of the fundamental things of ours to live is the constant projects, the one that held on to with braveness. And everything follows her normal course, until that suddenly something always happens, and that we became used to say always unexpectedly… the death.

The temple of the lost love

And after a lot to play, of tiring, the child runs: he waits for her her mother's love.

Maintain the fire of the candle of the love lit. It is the only, the last thing that remains us. Therefore, walk to the candle.

The best toy that you can give the a child is another child.

If you get to conquer the populations, you will never lose a war and you will win the elections.

They are visible the governments' efforts for us to put the populations in the poverty.

Who doesn't have stuff for political, he doesn't also have fortress for any collision. And to sweep the streets of a city is not unworthy for anybody, on the contrary.

The death separates us, but the love no. The power of the death doesn't overcome the eternity of Taj-Mahal of the love.

No, it is not true! Formerly we could speak and our love to love. That such funereal, so irrational, so immoral Angolan times, of such cadaverous loves.

The most important is the honesty. Without her it is not possible to live, to love. While the corrupt ones insist on the power, the love will die.

And millions of human beings met in caravans, of travellers pilgrims. Gigantic human waves steered in the direction of the temple of the lost love.

The child sleeps showing in the face the expression of the happiness. It is that the child dreams about the angel of the love.

Thousand and a sport championships are invented that they flood stadiums with avid crowds for they participate in such events. But the stadium of the world championship of the love is always emptiness, without spectators.

Six years already passed you in the time of the eternity

It has been six years that you navigate in the river of the time of the eternity.

After you free yourself of the hurricanes, volcanoes and of the other human storms.

You don't seek the eternal rest in vain, because he was already granted you.

And we always died in the frustration of the non liberation of the human hypocrisy.

The clique of the oil companies imposes us their rules modified never: life or death. We chose living, and you of the petroleum, ours to die.

An oil well is much more valuable than millions of our lives.

He continues to navigate in that river of tame waters, far away from this foolish.

The Human History is made by a handful of heroes and crowds of ghosts.

That the river of the eternity leads you to the lake of the happiness, and there rest under the lightness and the purity of the solar reflexes, of the gold and silver paintings. And of the soft to agitate of the youth of the green leaves always relating to springs.

While we for here travelled the incessant roads of the sadness of our lives, where everything is composed of cruelty.

We were able to, we are entitled, of we live at a love lake, but no, there is still who dreams and impose us, the lake of the hell.

The sorcery of the life is there that our love lives.

Three years in the eternity

You won't return more, but your smiles, your voice they stay, as well as the charms of your sweet glance.

Your spirit hovers in our sad minds, always in the memory that you put in the love, always in the concern of your immense attention.

The death is the memory of the life, which the alive ones sit down.

The powder of the time accompanies the death and there all will meet. All have an insured room, there is no hurry. Everything is composed of death. However we are going living in the illusion of the life, while the hug of the death is always made present. It seems that we insisted on living, as if he never happened dying.

But the sweet memories feed our inspirations. The life is a tenuous moment of an impossible dream, because the death if it puts upon him.

It is the fuel of the love that inaugurates the life. Our emotions are the unrestricted desires of the incomprehension of the love.

The paradise is, therefore, the death, the liberation of the bestiality of the life.

The ship of the destiny the waters, and in their main rails we leaned over in the thoughtful ones, reliving the undone dreams, steering in the only certainty that afflicts us: the death.

He rests in peace in the lake, in the vegetation and in the surrounding mountains. And that her ephemeral beauty accompanies you, greet you. That us alive, no matter how much we do will never win any battle of the army of the death.

A butterfly smiling at a flower

I came to the world to be loved, and for that I demand a lot of love. All of the affections that offer me will never be too many, because I am super demanding. But easily I move myself and I fall asleep deeply, when I lean myself in the soft, homelike, hot and my dear mammy's suits breasts. I trust in everything and in all, because I still don't know how to distinguish where it is the danger, the cruelty and the kindness. I hope they let to live me in peace. I know that it is impossible, but they give me an opportunity.

Above all watch one of my worst enemies, the paedophile, wolf, bad kitten.

It is easy to imagine that my dreams won't become reality, because a bugbear will deceive myself, and never my dream if it will accomplish.

The butterflies are very beautiful, I don't get tired of pursuing them, but even so I never get to pick none. They have magic.

Alive in the children's planet where is very easy to play, in the one of the adults, her planet doesn't give for games, he has very dangerous things, we cannot move in anything, at any moment they can become disabled.

This world of the adults doesn't render, they always walk the if it kills. I am very sad because I am going growing and abandoning my world of playing, until the one of the adults to arrive.

The adults only know how to struggle, there is a lot that they ignore what is to play.

Our infantile world lasts few years, it should never end, and the adults' world is so crazy. Is nobody capable tying?

All of the children are my friends, the adults are my enemies, and because they never let to do me what I want.

To live in the adults' world is to live in the oppression.

I will speak to my friends butterflies for they take me, of here they carry. They already gave me wings; I will fly for very far, where there are not adults. I am going to the planet of the butterflies. I will become butterfly and to smile for the flowers.

To the four winds of the love

In the glorious times everything was made by love. Now, daily, it is bought and he sells himself everything on behalf of the love.

Formerly we went up the stairways of the love full of joy, effortlessly, happy because slaves of him. Today, totally hopeless, of so much acquired frustration, we lost the forces and we didn't get to say, I love you!

Formerly, we did a fidelity fortress of the love, of harmony, and the love corresponded, he showed in our hearts. Today we escaped from the love, as if he was our worst enemy.

The times change, the love also. On these times of the democracy of the love, he is also going to votes. Until they did of the love one more political party.

On those golden times one lived the love without barriers. Now, the love is so popularized, as any merchandise, that until already smugglers of weapons sell him.

Formerly the fire of the love didn't fade, because the love fed her. Today we are unable to guarantee the fuel that it maintains what remains of that fire. The love fades.

There was a time in that the love imposed the power, her splendour. Nowadays, the love was adulterated so much, that of so rotten that it is if he speaks openly: the two, the corruptor and the rotten of the love.

Formerly the doors of the love opened up loud, of pair in equal. Now they close tightly because no longer nothing exists nor nobody to love.