In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

terça-feira, 1 de outubro de 2013

The legend of the jasmines


To  
Shumayla Tanveer 
the jasmine of Allah 

One day, it was Allah in the Garden of the Paradise when he decided to reinforce her contemplation on the Earth and their inhabitants. It is particularly a place woke up him the attention, and it focused her glance intensely on Pakistan. And he saw Allah that just lacked him a detail in her divine work. And it deepened more her glance on human illustrations that they walked full of grace, of constant smiles that enhanced their spring silhouettes. And Allah decided to reward, to beautify, and to eternalize the women's from Pakistan beauty. 

And Allah filled with tenderness and of happiness and a tear fell him of an eye, and soon the earth collected her and soon in her a jasmine was born. It is soon afterwards Allah ordered to the winds that spread the seeds of the Jasmine and that in each continent, in each country they were born jasmines in agreement with the climate in them consecrated. 

It is like this, today, many jasmines bloom: of the poets, of the night, of the day, of the moonlight, of the lovers, yellows, blue, diamonds, of Italy, of Arabia’s, of Venice, of the river, etc.

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sábado, 21 de setembro de 2013

It was a very unfortunate house




It was a very unfortunate house 
In her it was tortured by everything and for anything 
He had squadrons of the death 
That they pursued, they arrested to the luck 
That it was a house with democracy 
But her population fled 
Then who is it that there lived? 
A terrible monster that it devoured us 
It was a flooded house of corruption 
Of revolutionaries, them only Nation 
Of petroleum and of dollars overfilled 
With streets of starved population 
With many stadiums and world championships 
He only used foreigners, he didn't have national 
Only marginal 
It was a very unfortunate house 
He didn't have democracy, he didn't have anything 
Everything had of sport 
Of the robbery of the treasury 
He had many flatterers 
That they eulogized their gentlemen 
That they arrested, they tortured, they lynched 
Opponents 
It is an invaded house of Maltese 
Chinese and Portuguese 

sábado, 10 de agosto de 2013

My Princess of tenderness of the Empire of jasmine!


At the beginning a small business develops a great battle to win customers. After the get grows, grows very, and the number of customers becomes endless. After ends up in a big corporation, a giant company that is not compatible with their customers because they don't have the time, or you are interested in such a thing because it has reached the status of gods, even with those that you gave rise, it is cold as ice, you lose, despise their customers as if they were a pawn in the game of chess. This huge Corporation now is true, just like a dictatorship, a Government of a country, so it supports in espionage. That is why there is no difference between a large company and a dictatorship, because both seek to achieve the same purpose: the subjugation of people.

My  Princess of tenderness of the Empire of jasmine!
Surrounded by children who teach them the future. Already the petals of jasmine fly and kiss the children's eyes. The purity of the songs of children flood the orphaned land of hope, of joy, without poetry.
And where you look and you see, turns, you feel the need to prepare the soil, watering it, so that it drops a Jasmine rain and drizzle. And a new Pakistan will be born, and everything in it to harmonize. And great feasts of jasmine you shall, they will bless.
And your fragrance shall paradise, our souls will flood, will set us free.



domingo, 28 de julho de 2013

Shipwrecked without Moonlight




Shipwreck in this sea there will as Ulysses, as several times it escaped from sinking drowned. There are many thousands of miles, almost endless forty years ago, that longing by the arms, family hugs from Penelope. I am afraid that never will see, and also of my family that never again will I know. I command you to my crew who choose the right direction and follow the best sea winds that bring us our way. But as much as navigate, mile on mile there are dangers that await me, terrible armed men come out of the depths and prevent me walking. Our struggle for living-is no longer, now is to survive-is the constant battle against the monsters that we wish to subdue, is the eternal clash of the book of our freedom.

I'm far, far away, but that doesn't stop my spirit you find, browse, find, because there are no distances that separate the friendship, she is so short, so very short, how much longer the distance, the more the embrace of friendship if comforts. So far and yet so close in our inseparable destinies.

In times past there was time to love; now we long for in we hate and in we arm.
So much time lost in hatred, in the mountains of death.
You know, there was a glorious time of magic with wonderful songs, and that those times were lost, but her music linger because abandoned the estranged world and took refuge in dimension, Lay Down Candles In the Rain, Here Come the Sun, In In the Search of the Lost Chord, 2000 Man, Fare Thee Well 10.000 Miles etc, etc. Oh, that's so Raven Black, my love, will change the color to white.

And I hear a lone trumpet which reminds me of the rivers, mountains, eagles and other birds, vastness of the purity of the rain watered vegetation, water pollution, now the sea waves that beat on the beaches, now no longer beat, scrap, scrap the corrupt business dealings of beachfront buildings, blessed by clergymen that oblige people to pray because it is written.

The priests as spokespersons of God claim categorically, as God makes them believe that he loves everyone and everything, except homosexuals, God hates them. But most priests libertines, because in fact never been capable of such flares of their mouths, smelly because God loves us – in fact God loves only priests, because it was they who invented it-then if God is abundant love, how can it be that reject homosexuals? There are religious who do not change your thinking because if they do your hypocrisy will end. In any case the impurity of religion will triumph, and in fact will perish, because the changing times are extremely unforgiving, and deceive human beings illiterate through religion is the easiest thing that exists, and their combined with democracy and its allies Democrats bear witness to it.

No doubt that humans were invented by a crazy, terrible invention of all time. Only in this way can be explained would extreme cruelty, the incredible savagery that at reign nodes. At all times we are desperate in search of a haven, because the savagery in most human relentlessly pursues us for millennia.

"I am a child of the universe?" Which universe? Of this I am not quite sure, because no way I identify with promoters of daily carnage. And here there is no time to start because it has long been over. This is our time of desperation, be careful, because even the sky is not free, have colonized. No longer I can say what I feel, because an army special forces weapons, points me because I am a dangerous terrorist. In the name of terrorism anything write that is not to the liking of the banks, mail me for the only freedom that now I have left: death!

Have to move with great caution, because the computers of democracy are always attentive, with its programs that spy on me, watch day and night. In these democracies we are all terrorists, because they cannot distinguish who is honest and dishonest, who works and who it doesn't work. But the electronic spies of democracy fail to detect, monitor the corrupt because of them and the banks is this democratic Kingdom.

This democracy has come to an end, we are waiting for what to start our roads to freedom and democracy without politics? This class of priests that made democracy its religion and put the crowds as their believers, servants. This is the time of crowds that govern, without Government, without elections. To corrupt that destroy our planet-is not of them, if it were it would be well estimated – we make a petition and that after they enter quietly in prisons awaiting them, and that there will never leave. We need another Inquisition to persecute the corrupt and the lead to the modern secular arm. While a corrupt remain active, thousands of lives perish, because democratic politicians are part of their fellowship.

Already turned the corner, and I can't find the life there told me be your address. Found the terror of our daily life, because democracy is delayed for a long time.

So corrupted that is this
And there are still those who believe in this
How is it possible this can follow
If everything is to destroy?



sábado, 22 de junho de 2013

The silence of the fallen leaves, lost




After the leaves fallen, very dry, without the green life, two children, one of three and another of six years, the oldest picks a big leaf, already with the color of the death and alert for her companion: He "looks, this very big leaf is very pregnant!” 
And other child of thirteen months near-if-them and it catches in a leaf, but they don't consent him, they force and the leaf comes undone and the baby screams with all her lung potency, demanding their rights of also to play, but they don't want to know, they move away her of his conviviality and the baby helps of her strategic weapon again, throwing more potent screams, as a dragon of those that it doesn't expel fire, but screams. 
And the attackers' such sticky streets, which of us will say that it was never assaulted? And we walked restless because we don't know if today it will be again our time. We walked heavy in the direction of the heartless ones, ambushed in the motorcycle-fast ones, assaulted, frustrated. The streets no longer they are ours, they are of the unemployed youths' tides. And he is born a subject: that it interests fight ourselves for we get some social nobility, if at any moment we took the risk of the assault in our residences, that in the ribbon the life for something of value that we transported. The streets are the graves of our dissatisfaction. If we don't give the last ones convenient for us to remove of the streets the youths' scourge without future, difficultly we will survive, because this tide never low, it is always flood, and it overflows a lot, unstoppable. The country and our lives are in danger. 
And the mosquitoes that assault us with their braces, hole us the skin and they leave us at the mercy of the malaria that is very dangerous, and for that reason it confronts us in the fight between the life and the death. And the mosquito of the primness, Aedes aegypti, black with white stripes in the paws, only attacks in the daytime while the one of the malaria attacks in the daytime and at night, he works a lot, tireless, he doesn't sleep. The children are the more affected because they are more exposed, usually with just a diaper as clothing, because the heat is intense, and the hospitals and centers of health for more efforts than they do don't get to put down the victims' of this immense battlefield avalanche, because they are the conditions of the environment that in the risk. I don't get to understand because Ministry of Health doesn't spray the city with the habitual, he became abnormal, mounted circulating insecticide in a vehicle. 
And the sickle cell anemia, a hereditary disease that affects the protein hemoglobin also flagellates, he assaults. I hear frequently comments that the neighbor is with the daughter in the hospital, that a friend is also there with her son and that, she died a youth with only twenty-three years because of that disease.   
I remember, when I read the book, THE Painted Veil, of William Somerset Maugham, 1874-1965, that a lot of people died from cholera as hives, except for mistake in a Chinese place, but nobody got to discover the reason. In the area a lot of lettuce was cultivated and they consumed it without wash. After the population was instructed for before the consumption they wash her, the cholera decreased drastically. 
The youths and zungueiras (street sellers) at the end of the intensive course receive the salespersons' of streets diplomas and in them they are hastened. However they live in the constant fear of the attacks of their implacable predators, the district attorney and some police that fly them without pity nor mercy, whitewash them on top with their claws and they drag them the ephemeral belongings, mere trinkets, but the entrepreneurs that flee to the tax collection, the district attorney don't confront them.