Paleodemocracy

Paleodemocracy is the science that studies the democratic fossils.

Happened few millions of years ago. A figure stands out of the hostile shadows. It is a quadruped that rises. He wonders, it is looked, it feels biped.
He is accompanied, it casts on the shore the eyes, he sees a lot of thing. They appear him the first splendours of greed. He feels ruler, it beats the fists with force in the chest and it renders famous the scream of Tarzan. Some dinosaurs still no extinct they paralyze their activities. They are intrigued in the genetic memoirs by Homo erectus return. They remember what happened before. They fraternize, they are brought together, and they are going to other stops because the peace of the manioc meal left.

Some fossils discovered Paleodemocrats of Homo Habilis already reveal the innate talent for democratic disputes. It is that in the meeting places there were many bones, that without a doubt they prove the sophisticated use of these artefacts as middle of pacification of the tuneless spirits, of the victory of the minority and the subjugation of most.

Homo sapiens (that such strange, inadequate name) it received the flash of the reasoning, of the spirit no. The other species made an effort for living together with such character. In vain they sought distant refuge places, and fast they verified that the exit was the cliff of the suicides Lemur’s. In spite of the watches that alerted they "take care, it comes Homo Destruere there!!!” they didn't avoid the extermination.

As Homo Oeconomicus was exalted. Less trees, more buildings. The human evolution is the fast destruction process

However in the property margin, contracted Chinese extend fish in the horizontal thread-of-plumb line, and the avid sun dries them. Two senior ladies observe us and they lament the return of the lost time.
Contradicting the Theory of the Origin of the Species for Road of Natural Selection of Darwin, an alive fossil recently discovered, such coelacanth, challenges the imagination of Paleodemocrats. The alive fossil Australopithecus Mugabis Zimbabuensis that it didn't get to humanize. A scientist summarized, he hurried to communicate his work in the Congress of Paleodemocrats:

- Is a slave freed, is he freed?! No! Without formation, the slave frees continues in the servitude. Like this… Black Africa will stay eternally in the slavery, because there was not liberation. The monkey is free, the slave no! The best democracy is that of faking. She still has a lot of scythes, whips, hammers and scimitars, to harvest, to whip, to hammer and to cut the true democrats.

Gil Gonçalves

Total Eclipse

And the kingdom paralyzed, because died left him ten widows that occupied high government positions.

In the kingdom, the democracy consolidates with a radio, a TV and a newspaper.

The public spaces are privatized, for the streets of the city to reduce, and the cars increase.
The presidential palace is deified, the buildings her ruins, is what remains of the colonial nostalgia.
A president, presidential oil wells, a presidential palace, a cut, a red guard, a fortified castle. Out, one magnifies landscape. Starved populations search the soil in the search of something for us to eat and of water for us to drink.
Presidential airplane, escorts, keeps palace, car, government palace, presidential residence. In the end, a presidential coffin, everything presidential. The population no, it is marginal.
If the people are illiterate, it is because the rulers don't read him.
The flies are the hungry persons' company. Beautiful cars and beautiful women delight the rulers.

Since the international community supports this cursed dictatorship, we will be us that will drop the statues of the power.
The wealthy government governs hungry people.
When the independence is wild, everything and all then, they live in the jungle.
When the monarch's palace is strongly surrounded for military, it is because the population gets ready to assault it.
When the dictator speaks, the population looks at him, but she doesn't listen to it.
Where there is no bread, there is a lot of corruption.
When it is known beforehand that the party in the corrupt power will lose the elections, the war is right.
Where a lot of food, there has are a lot of rats and catnip.

The vultures are as rulers that make fun of what remains of our body.
So much promise, that the new life will improve. And our old hunger moves forward. When some bishops support the corrupt power, the religion darkens the souls.
When Idi Amin and Mugabe extinguish, other they are implanted, they are reborn, and they substitute us. There are no differences, especially because the Resurrections refine the tortures.
Announced him to the winds that the buildings will tumble but, darkened them anything did, and nothing does for avoiding.
It is like this the population doesn't accept, no it accepts any rule of social coexistence, no it accepts anything. I believe that it is part of the new traditions.
It is not possible there to be peace and elections, with the whole wealth of the kingdom concentrated in the royal family.

It is the only kingdom all over the world, where the highways are totally the attackers' accomplices. Because the cars are always stopped. And the motorcycle-fast ones, cutlass’s, axes and clubs, attack badly, badly.
When the tyrants make speeches warlike, the highways of the peace and of the democracy they chaotic.
When the king does years, glorious marathons wait for us.
When an Idi Amin dies, two resurrect.
When the power is violent, only with violence it will fall.
The wild gangs are eternalized, infernal him in the power.
We be independent is terms a hymn, a flag, oil wells and hungry persons.
And the liberators occupied the colonial palace, and they freed many oil wells and secret bank accounts. The sun and the water are for all, the petroleum no. We lived in concentration camps onshore and offshore.

Consortium of banks and Portuguese companies want to build a metropolitan of surface in Luanda. It will be long three years, and the problems of the traffic will end. In the bottom it is the same thing that to say: their stupid and late blacks. But not! It is treated of the power that the companies of the real estate speculation have under the government… they already dominate him. And they feel comfortable will, in the very clear lake, in the paradise of the profits, in the hungry persons' merciless death that they believed in PML-Party Leninist Marxist.

Behind the great Chinese building sites, he’s hides the desire no longer disguised, of substitution of the old colonial potencies. A serious mistake of the Chinese blindness that it will finish with all the Black-Bantus to banish everything that goes Chinese. Black Africa has many serious problems but, the African youth no longer it is the one of the sixties.

And in the promised no interference in the African governments' politics, they hide great armament ships, ready for the badly masked Chinese imperialism in Black Africa. China also exports Darfures, and in the end Black Africa will ask the Occident for help, to recreate the cycle of the liberation fight. When it is invested in the formation of the illiteracy, it is one more Darfur that there comes. China will continue, it will support elections with ships loaded of weapons and ammunitions.
The Chinese help includes armament, so that in the future a bloody psalm of the Chinese imperialism is sung. The Indians buried the war axe, China in Black Africa exhumes it. The human being's hypocrisy is so immoderate, that he still dares to speak of happiness.

And the prices of the petroleum arise. No longer there is stairway to climb, there to arrive. The human madness finally ended. To steal became so vulgar that in the group to ask: so that it serves the economic science?! So that they serve the governments, and their laws?!
The answer is easy: the world implosion is there again. Plus million of died for us to fertilize the Earth.
KILLED OF EVERYONE, I UNITED YOU!

Gil Gonçalves
Image: Angola em fotos

The Epic Poem of Gilgamesh

My seating niece was with the head and the hands contained in the thighs. The only two year-old second sons was leaned her seeking the caresses tired, inexistent. The child breathed the allowed constitutional poverty of the malaria and of the hunger always epic. Did know, who doesn't the one know what happens?! Did I leave that she presented their laments.
- Sambita… those hungry eyes, the hunger pursues you…
- Yes… the rain dragged my house… it dragged everything… I was invisible, without anything.
- And didn't you seek the government's aid?
- For something?! If it went general daughter or another what such.
- And your husband?
- Oh… you were right, they only know how to do children, he abandoned me, and it went home of I don't know where… I dispatched him for the space… I don't want anything else with men.
- Yes, I am to see. Sambita, insist, you should have taken advantage of the Noah's ark ministerial, government.
- No longer there is who believes in those things. That Chest, they copied it of the epic poem of Gilgamesh. This people are as the flood… always to devastate, to drag.

I went in my wife's drawers, I stole her some bikinis and soutiens and other clothes that I found unnecessary. Everything joined in a sack of big plastic.
- Sambita, takes… of the little food that we have it still arrives for you and for the child.
His faces and of the child they seemed a branch of Darfur. They ate until if notices that the eyes irradiated that known satisfaction and however ignored of the satiation. If the politicians starved, certainly they would feel in the soul the hungry persons' longings. But, I politicize is to make speeches, to speak very even to make sick. I politicize is the secret not published of the millenarian cloning.
- Uncle, I need money… the child is with two for field… the malaria kills.
- Then, does nobody of the family help you?
- Uncle, no longer family exists, nothing doesn't exist. Only petroleum, diamonds and a lot of lovers.
- It is shovel!.. I only have two hundred dollars… my God… I give you a hundred… you know, had this money kept for in the case of go stop sick to a hospital, because without money we died there in the door of this rejuvenated independent hell.

I gave him the money and if embrace us. The beggars' hugs, the Theory of the Relativity, and the Quantum Theory don't get them relating to nor to quantify.
The afternoon was stocking, the sun burned her, and the sea received the excess of temperature of the earth. More clouds of Gilgamesh attested the deposits with water. More torrents diluvia’s got ready for us to devastate the beggars. The poverty and the hunger pursue them governed, the rulers no. The hunger is a divine gift.

The Scriptures say that to reach the kingdom of the skies is a lot of necessary suffering, a lot of hunger. The rich and powerful are eternally protected by a God invisible, visible, comprehensible, and incomprehensible.

Gil Gonçalves

The King’s Horseman (VIII). Novel

- Invoice 2552. Maxis, December 2. Services attendance. 3.000.000.00 of fraud. Invoice 1532, Maxis, December 15. Supply of tires, and materials. 2.800.000.00 of fraud. Invoice without number. Maxis, December 20. Several material, 9.000.000.00 of fraud. Invoice 001/Max/12/03. Maxis, December 28. Construction of the facilities of Maxis. 3.500.000.00 of fraud. Box exit without number. Maxis, December 03. Payment rents of the land, 540.000.00 of fraud.

Epok is an operative one, for that he doesn't sit down comfortable in the garments of administrative. He sometimes coughs, to see if gets to give for having finished the long-drawn-out story, but in vain:
- It continues Epok.
- My king, the accountant indicates the methods that use for us to steal us.
- Oh it is! Great donkey. I believe that will put an end to a sack of plastic in the head.
- Continuing my king… omission of the invoices. Omission or decrease of the existences. Lack of administration of the existences. Emission of documents to simulate payments to the partners. Omission of the bank accounts in exchange value. The bill Box, accrediting. At the end of the year documents of other companies are emitted, which work as ghosts. Movement of exchange value without the bill Box's creation in exchange value. Houses of exchanges and travel agencies used for money launder. Six companies of the same partner major, but their costs are just supported by a, and the incomes are hidden. At the end of the year false documents are emitted, of supplies for the only that it works. Solemnity financing, great crooked deals and wealth ostentation with the expirations no paid to the workers. The building site companies are the most crooked, the ones that more steals and they explore in a kingdom where accounting doesn't exist. Not having accounts rendered, the kingdom at any moment implodes, as the subprime. For instance: 800 bricks, but they only spent 200. Additions to budgets are omitted. Omission of the movements in the accounting, of payments of you divide on the part of the Finances. Attempt of corruption to the employees of the Finances with the payment of a commission of 20%, or superior, if the debt goes pays. After receiving it divides her, this is not moved in the accounting. Sold vehicles but, they continue in the inventory, it was not made the discount. On invoice, for instance: A paper ream costs 5 dollars, sells himself to 8, the difference pays herself abroad in a bill. Vehicles pay for state companies disappear of the inventories, passing for personal name of the directors. Occultation of compromising documents in exchange value. No reconciliation of bank accounts. Bank statements addicted bank employees: one comes as real, other, and fictitious, it presents the movements colluded with the bank employees. It is of here that is born the mysterious wealth. Death threats to the Technician of Bills. These entrepreneurs are kleptomaniacs of such an intense voracity, that until they steal a vulgar virgin CD-ROM. This kingdom is ended, immolated, we don't have companies, nor entrepreneurs, we have tavern keepers.

Epok is very bothered, it disguises the high temperature of his cerebral thermometer. He was not born for these things. As good sipaio, reinforces the slander:
- My king, I think we proceeded badly. We never gave value to the Technicians of Bills. The kingdom goes away for besides a quilombo.
- We should question the marquis IMF. The crab louse is that he only worries about the kingdom of IMF. The nobility of this kingdom only wants what leaves of Minas Gerais, the rest that is sanded. Do Epok, get to explain to me because it is that the whole existent workforce in the kingdom, is to the Government's service… and didn't we move forward!?
- I don't know, I don't know, my king.
- Makes me a list of the marquises and marquess that are in the Government.
- That is a very difficult task.
- Reason Epok?!
- Many are hard-working ghost. My king remembered… we have a very serious situation.
- Which?!
- The ship that brought the candles sank in the high sea. The ray-small will be in the dark.
- Were the republicans?
- Not. Our republicans are very pacified.
- Epok, there is the olive oil, the oil.
- Everything finished. Nobody wants to matter. They say that we didn't pay them.
- Use pig fat.
- Ah! Doesn't my king know that an epidemic gave cable of them!?
- Don't the vice-kingdoms have?
- My king. With those it is not worthwhile to count.
- And do we have candles?
- Clear my king. We have a million in the real grocery stores.
- Did you already summon the Real Cuts?
- Yes.
- Did the viceroys of the provinces already arrive?
- Not. The money that sends us for payment of the repairing of the coaches disappeared for the road.
- Were the republicans?
- Not. They were ours.
- Don't the vice-kingdoms still have autonomy?

Gil Gonçalves
Image: Angola em fotos

Desolating will devastate for the whole part, if the so much Zimbabwe, gives us more encouragement and art.

Here are six hundred buses for delivery to the companies of transports of the city of Luanda. And more licensing of three thousand taxis. Already nobody gets to move of automobile, there is no more space, to not to be in the aerial. It is necessary is to buy, because there are always commissions to shelve. The automobiles conflicting the traffic and our minds. But, nobody has courage of walking, in turning of the salutary bicycle. Only automobile for the atmosphere to poison. But, as always a brilliant mind discovers as convincing the space. It is to enlarge the existent highways. Then they break houses, with generals that command, for that they choose the simplest solution… to destroy the enemy.

This kingdom is real estate speculators' work. They are hired Chinese that copy, cloning equipments, machines… everything. That doesn't reveal wisdom. The works perform for sparrows. Where no there arrives is plant that survives. When a government part houses, and he throws the people for the street as sorcery accused, the democracy falls and doesn't get up, because it is oil-producing. It is the law of the democracy of the oil-producing savagery, where no there are laws that come true.

Not to invest in the population, it is to call, to appeal to the French Revolution. With a lot of money of the petroleum, lawless and without order foreigners arrive, adventurers and they cry out: "this country is a paradise for investments"
Economic growth means growth of the pollution. It is not necessary a war, a cataclysm to destroy the Earth. The pollution of China and USA, arrives and surplus, because the History is the movement of the idiots that they aspirate to the power. Therefore the people when closes or it covers the ears, it is because it reached the last step of the moral and social degradation. Africa is not in the neo-colonialism, it is in the anarchism.

There are rulers that affirm categorically that the people don't render. I am in the doubt: will the rulers or the people that it doesn't render be?
This city is already the polluted of the world, with gigantic, Dantesque night work factories, where the whole night, very close, Portuguese make infernal noise in the works. Don't get to sleep. Here they don't accomplish laws, they only accomplish them in Portugal. The democracy is only been worth in the countries of origin. Out, there are no laws. They are good students of the Americans, they sow contempt, and they pick hate and terror. Because the best division of the wealth is the draft. Few govern for us to build, many govern for us to destroy.

Everything and all in the negligence, in the not human solidarity, in the return to the barbarism of a people, of a nation. When the rulers don't invest in the literature, it is because they don't know how to read. When it is sent several correspondences to rulers, and they don't answer, it is because they are illiterate.

And the paternalist ones are made presents, with smiles as presents, but you are absent confuse, they defend if doesn't know the something when they affirm: it is "a people independent, happy" and they waive with the constant hypocrisy that China is the fastest growing economy in the world… and the largest world market of pollution. Like this, China will be the largest world exporter of poverty, of diseases, of hunger. And they will care more hundreds of buses and taxis, and many more automobiles for petroleum to see.

Gil Gonçalves
Image: Angola em fotos

Ecclesia Radio Station. Catholic Broadcasting Station of Angola

(Of the Latin ecclesia, church)

China is an economic potentate, because it uses slaves as labour. As the Pharaohs in the construction of the great pyramids. As the rulers' of the petroleum wealth. We are still, we continued on those moments before Locke and Voltaire. Before the great revolutions that affected the Humanity.

They calls himself this Radio, the voice of the without voice", that if it irradiated all of the corners, acquaintances and unknown, it would cheer, encouraging would glorify the grieved souls. The Church is the hope of many abandoned souls, of lost hope.

A president of a nation becomes for life, because it is convinced that the population deifies it. Therefore he is the sure that are not necessary elections. And who says our people, it is because of him it is not part.

To Ecclesia Radio Station it takes happiness to the hearts, it creates the specialty of the religion that is to avoid conflicts. Not emitting for very far, it is as a statue, she doesn't move, she doesn't speak, and it becomes silent. It is as a government without books, and without books it is to return to the caves. The vile is made politicizes of silencing a Radio, because there is interest in misguiding the youth for a lot of parties, a lot of spiritual destruction. A lot of parties, many lost nights, undernourished minds, destroyed. The cruelty is the dictators' Bible.

To evangelize is to teach, to educate, to take light where there is the darkness of this petroleum diamond-producing that brings us social convulsions, that it benefits us with the death. Because, to substitute the settlers for other colour, it is not solution. Continues to invigorate the exception law, each one makes her best, trampling on, destroying the other. In the colonial oppression it was exactly to do the liberation fight. Now, in the new oppression it is illicit the liberation.

If the populations there lost in Atlantis they listened to Ecclesia Radio Station, she would help, and it would support the true economic development and social. Because the word of the Church wakes up, it takes the minds of the now for the tomorrow, for the future dimension. The Church with to her Radio Station it is a tremendous support for the escape of the Neolithic. The Church is the life, the soul of this people. To remove to Radio Station, the Church is suicide. When the politicians' heads don't get to solve problems of States, the wars resume. To solve the problems of the populations is very complicated, it is easier to do war.
As a king that reigns but it doesn't govern.

With a single state radio, that disinformation the truth, that still the revolutionary communism drums, and that secretly it undoes to Ecclesia Radio Station, we presumes her that gets ready to return at the old good times of the Marxism-Leninism. There is the insistence of the platitude that we are very developed, but actually still not in the unaccustomed of the age of the stone. Because, there are millions of years that we walked to learn what is Humanism. Until the deaf hears murmuring of the promises of freedom. The vultures are in the power, but the albatross is in force them.

Only the hunger is proportional to the politicians' speeches.
Only the truth frees us!
Gil Gonçalves

What sees of my window

Oh Soraya! (It stars of the Morning).
I see the survivor, obsequious to make green of the resistant trees to the trunks of the dictatorships human, inhuman. I calm down because I re-enter in the green-clearing of my planting. Many stopped things in the street with wheels, that make noise and they smoke, inventions to benefit the happiness of the consumption societies. What remains of eleven floors… of a vast colonial building, whipped by the buckets of festering liquids thrown at random for the sewer of the street of the freedom.

To middle of the night darken for the fleeting energy revolutionary electrical. The people's habitual invasion, of the women, seems that their heads were made for us to carry things. They are just a vulgar appendix, it was not done to think. There are always in this street affronts that lead to boxing trainings. It is suddenly many banks appear, it is guaranteed money launder
Horror! Day and night thunder the motorcycles of free escape, and the music of the drumming modern burst grenades. Difficult it is to happen a moment of peace, of silence. They are the murderers of the everyday that they walk ordained, with the ordinance of the lawless. And the disordered traffic of the nomenclature, beaten by the howling motorcycles of the police. They are shipwrecked of the petroleum. A lot of petroleum, a lot of poverty. These streets are immense stagnated slavers. They are as birds caged in the dictatorship.

It is necessary an open window to feel the wind of the freedom of the swallows. They fly the great speed low, it seems that they will collide me, but no, just salute us. The planted green and the irradiated flight of the swallows, they sing the steep walk of the no soluble.
Her marriage (swallows) it is indissoluble and only the death can undo himt. They are endowed with the highest aptitude for the flight and they go great part of her life by the air.
They eat, they drink and they take a bath flying and, still in the own flight, they feed the children that begin in the art of flying, but that still didn't achieve the indispensable practice of hunting. Rui Barbosa wrote an unforgettable page on these sensational creatures, Axel Munthe admitted that there is no more touching poetry than the rhythmic to beat of wings of a bird in the high of the skies, Humberto of Campos says that the birds are the small library of God.
In Rosane Volpatto caradobrasil.com.br

The grown girls in the aleive walk to the school forgetting about the hunger. The ones that live far get up at four o'clock, five mornings. The insane traffic is such and which as the rulers' head… headstrong. When a kingdom doesn't have highways, she travels on tiptoe. And in the return, at night, she waits for them the sexual violation of the unhealthy human ethyl vegetation. The extreme drink the wisdom. It is for that that the drunks are wise.

Without libraries, without books, without Internet, without teachers, school is pastime. To date and to pass idioms. They leave gown, later they are leaned in an automobile, they remove the miniskirt and they are in the aptitude of lifting the hunt. The infantile and juvenile behaviour is the adults' mirror. Woman's life is still to manufacture children and to store them. We can publicise him: Contribute to the enlargement of the nation. Make many children, who knows, some will arrive to president, minister, deputy. I don't know that side the kindness is. She and the cruelty felt the hands. Now who lives happy, it is because she made somebody to be unhappy.

Comments of the upstart's last acquisition, a musical shower are heard. It is "a shower with magic, of the sorcery". It "Cost four thousand dollars". The great ships of the injustices torment, they feed the hunger and the great storms of the revolutions. I already convinced myself, I know, I don't know… what is that they have in the head. They are equalitarian, possessed by Matrix. Irresponsible, wicked, incompetent, gods of the corruption.

Gil Gonçalves

THE KING'S HORSEMAN (VII). Novel

When the princess auscultated the prison finally of many republican, she ran with the heart in the hand for the queen.
- My mother begs you. It helps me to remove those men of the prison. Reason, what do the ones only fight for the freedom they are arrested, and the dictators no!?
- If your father knows that you sympathize with the republicans, collapse us of the palace. And how is it… as it will be… who removes them of the dungeons?
The princess fills with malicious air, flow in, stay and victorious blunder.
- Epok!
- That knocks out my daughter! I take out bottomless and ridicule as it is, the first thing that will do is to spill in your dad's ears.
- If you give him some touches not.
- As like this! What is that you insinuate?
- I know…
… Do you know the something?
- In a somnambulistic night, I glimpsed them in the camera.
- And what is the one that you filmed?
- Two charming landscapes.
- It is well, phallus with him but, just this time. And clue of you film me, or else I order to put the jail, or to exile you.
- Mother excuses, you were so beautiful… so amusing…
… You have been very pornographic, I will boycott you the reading of obscenities.
- Don't do me that, I like you a lot.
- It is well, we castrated for here.

CHAPTER III
THE KING

Already prepared the assembly line, now Black Africa is capable for I manufacture Somalia’s series and Darfur’s.

Imprudent Epok sinks in the king's deprived honour living room.
- My king. We have problems with the project of the twenty million.
- Which of them?! They are so many!
- That of the small cards that the kingdom of the Occident computerized. I don't remember the name.
- The identity ticket.
- Yes my king, thank you. You are the only person of the kingdom that knows everything.
- For that I am the king, it unmasks there.
- We disposed twenty million that coin, I don't remember the name.
- Dollars!
- Really! You are the only person of the kingdom that knows everything.
- For that I am the king, says there.
- Five million… I don't know what happens in my head, five million of… of the… pains. It is that, this time got right. Five million pains.
- Five million dollars.

The king was paused. He approached the only existent window, looked at the landscape of the decorated garden with the flowers that more played her sensibility. It was celebrated inwardly when it contemplated the passion flower, to flower-pity-blood, the flower-give-night, to flower-dos-loves and flower-pity-emperor. The horseman Epok interrupts the aromatic sensations.
- My king. Of that amount they were solitary five million frauds for the purchase of the coaches, that they support the brigades of the such tickets. They spent half, and they were with the rest of the frauds.
- What there is here to do is to decree the law of the it spills. But who will pay her? If the great kingdom IMF, I think, has just said that my subjects live a lot below the limit of the poverty. That is a very serious situation, without solution.
- My king, to add still plus, the companies steal in the fraud billions all of the years.
- Dollars! Dollars!
- I already understood fraud.
- Are they regulated, done ordain or authorized?
- I think so, they are legalized... it is everything under me control.
- It is not that. If the managers are authorized to steal.
- That knows, not.
- We are the only ones that we authorized ourselves to steal, more nobody that is disloyal competition.
- Do I recreate one more inquiry commission and later I do order the musketeers to smell the spoils?
- For the time being not. Speaks to the marquis of the finances. How is it that his name is? They are so many that I forget the names per times.
- My king, that what was in the kingdom of IMF?
- Yes, that.
- I already know! It is easy, marquis IMF… to purpose he gave me a letter of a courageous accountant, where it denounces with copies of false documents of a company that it stole us million of dollars. This for us is quite normal.
- I think that it is the first time in my kingdom, that somebody, an idiot accountant, has the courage of denouncing us with proofs.
- I agree, my king. The companies plunder the kingdom, the neo-colonialism will expire.
- It is not so much prismatic, it describes me the documentation.

Gil Gonçalves

The Divine Proportion

When we were born are communist, later we chose, we are socialist, finally we give in the bill, we are neoliberalisms.

The essence of germinating of the stretched tombstones, shot abandoned. Met again in the cavernous ones, caves excuses, later illuminated for the high inoffensive voltage of the sublime love.

The human history is the Calvary, purgatory, martyrdom of the love of the divine proportion in the stripes zebras, balanced among the to love and to live in. Condemn us to the birth to love, but we refused, we insisted on hating is not to be, it is to have somebody to trust, divine in that to believe we. Have to apprehend to say not, to this jack-of-all-trades of loving cloned in vain. Let us avoid that the salespersons resell the ardour of the passion. We cannot summarize this contention in the gestures predict of the continental vestals.

The plants wave because they love the wind. If this lacked, the hate revive if went of green become yellow.

The wings of the incentive relating to experience are unknown genetic code that makes to fly us, to perfume, the aroma to love. And who this to dare to prohibit, it will be prohibited. The sensor of the love when activates are disordered. In the future they will be blocked, because in danger the sensitive instruments of the interplanetary ships. It will be imagined, recreated a distant loving planet, for eternal lovers. The circuits of the love challenge the laws and the physical speed.

No there is, there won't be machine to gage her invisible intensity. However, he makes an effort and has more than forces, perpetuity to travel for the infinite of the Universe. Leave that the thirsty ones drink of his pure water, so that the impurity of the pollution of the waters doesn't cause pandemics, and happen his extinction. Just a minute of loving immensity, it is worth millions of year’s planetariums.

For something to struggle, if we are arrested always in the tentacles of the quicksands, caressing, of that eternal feeling. Everything extinguishes, it seems in vain, the love no! The love has a lot of legs, but four are always presents: two feminine, and two masculine. The goddess mother's uterus awaits his guest, and the lovers' feet move the scale Richter.

Promises that you will love the love, and you will never get tired of her temptation. The difference that exists between the rich and the poor is that the poor is rich of love. And the rich lives in spiritual poverty in search of the love. The fullness will come when they sound the heart clang of a bell, rhythmic of the biochemical clock of our heart. There won't be storm to dominate us that it separates us, because we are chained, faint in that without sense, lost in the other senses.

That the martyrs of the love are sanctified, and those next times a planetary psalm is sung in the cosmology. And of the unhappy suicides just because they loved… statues of kisses will be built with stellar light to the space travellers with the registration:
To the UNHAPPY OF THE TERRESTRIAL LOVE THAT JUST LOVED.

Gil Gonçalves

Waterfall

They are not the elections, it is not Kenya, it is the illiteracy.
The convulsions of the societies always have as origin the governments. It lacks us the depth of the courage for denouncing.
It doesn't surprise me the softness of the words that I absorb contained in an of a true journalist's parallel universes… soft, been slippery as the metaphysics of the waterfall of Sumbe.
The governments nothing has of extraordinary, excepted that are composed by men. And in them we were always displeased, because not being aromatic destroys the jasmines of the ultra Epiphany. As universes in expansion that stand back from us to the speed of the light, dragging the illuminism and Locke and Voltaire for the eternal doesn't return.

Anchor us in the despair of the highways of our circumvallation AVC. Forced to live, without living together, in one more of the brutes inventions of the brilliant cruelty humane…o automobile is our house in this Neolithic democracy.
Reimport us the slavery and the colonialism of the bleaching, in this now other colour of the darkness. Stupefy us to the loss of the warlike common sense. No longer have we known how to show, we riot us, to create militias for us to defend ourselves of these dinosaurs that starve after our bodies, now they search our minds for in them to inculcate the seed, the solution of the final hunger. The liberation fight and the revolution continue, the universities no.

After the revolution appeared endless number of revolutionaries communist, selfish. They stole, they still steal more than enough and re-export they are transferred for the countries of origin, others continue senile obstinately to suck the chicken of the eggs oils-producing. Democratic Marxist-Leninist… so many Marxist-Leninist that suddenly hugged the democracy oil-producing.
What interest does have the works in the city, if they depreciate the population!?

Governments that live in the supports of the lie of the shark-mako international that aspirate the steams oils-producing, while they eulogize the facts of the extermination solemnity sustained of the People that the government before dismissed. Out of the luxurious palaces oils-producing economically well developed, there is a world also very developed, the one of the poverty, of the hunger. To flee of here is as deceiving the death in Iraq

We are as docile as in the Machine of the Time of H.G.Wells, 800.000 years in the future. We are Eloi, the peaceful flock that it feeds the cannibals Morlock that insist on devouring us.

Gil Gonçalves
Imagem: waterfall of Sumbe, Angola

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Tthe ephemeral tree

Which is the difference that exists between a real estate speculator and a shark?
Any… they are unexpected.

She was twenty years old maybe when they dismissed her of the life. It was very attractive, she offered, she still had many promising prominent fruits in front. Full and full of health and like this to die so prematurely… the tasty fruits with that it delighted us and her shadow, the freshness finished in the inglorious kingdom of the garbage.

It was a tree, a cavalier and very proud hose, lied down never and if didn't get tired of living always in foot. She lived together, it participated, it accompanied our lives. It fixed roots in the rears of three buildings, in a great square that the youth used to dispute soccer championships.

Near she lived a man of advanced age, in a modest house, and because the health gave up contacted him a general for his sale. Made the business, still if it was cold of the bank notes and already some militate, one more architect, and an engineer begins to surround the hose. With curiosity, they look at her of top to I lower.

Then the sparkle him as enemy, soldiers climb her, and to laugh as to celebrate great victory against a powerful enemy, they quarter their branches heavier, bulkier first. The tree quickly seats the end approximate, and between sighs and laments, silent screams, as only the trees do, sounds that the human beings don't hear, they don't want to hear.

And the tree continues to resist to the blockade. Heroically it resists to each blow that they aim their powerful enemies without mercy. She was already almost bald, undresses. I have faith that if it felt very embarrassed, of her nakedness.

Just remained the trunk that obstinately insisted on being linked to the Mother Earth, that that saw be born her. And the Earth was hurt her. And in an uncommon snore a metal wild animal appeared, that threw tobacco everywhere, as an invincible dragon… and with a shovel of steel, dove in the bowels of the Earth and removed the roots, the skeleton, the little that remained of the poor tree, leaving a crater there, what cheered the military ones, habituated to the mortal remains in the battlefield.

Then, among tinkling of drink glasses, the general, their soldiers, the architect and the engineer, they drank to the health of one more annihilated enemy. To follow vein the levelling, it levelled the earth, it turned off the tracks of the uncommon battle.

Other machine was proceeded that spilled cement and sand. The bricks and other materials already waited to begin one more work of the real estate speculation. Few days passed already nobody if reminded that there a tree, a hose existed. In her place it would increase one more cement tree and sand.

Gil Gonçalves

To 13th TASK OF HERCULES

There are no good rulers, just men that execute the desire, the will of the people.

I threw the cellular phone for the garbage. I want to walk usually, not to be without life eternally. To win the attackers' present, to lose the future. In spite of many metric safeties that keep what doesn't belong them, the uneasiness is marshy. Many safeties, a lot of insecurity. Everything so uncomfortable, abundant.

The garbage is superabundant, the buckets of the filthy waters cook him. Colossal columns of sculpted garbage cans, stables of Augeias. Hercules was hired for the last thirteenth task… to end with the garbage. It would be pay with several gold fleeces. He didn't get, it gave up, he got loose furious because twenty-eight signatures were commissioned. The heart of my spirit tries to free of the surrounding disorder. The garbage anger joins to the tree dropped by the inhuman force. The flowerbeds got lost in the imposition of the concrete construction sites, of the new builder’s beloveds. Rudimentary genetic weltanschauung, truncated.
I don't know, we don't know, nobody gets to explain to me, to understand that regiment is this that governs us. I think it is a regime with the existent equalitarian governments' smells of all in the world. Universalized, stranded.

Passes not vulgar administrator's vulgar escort. A priest to cut, escorted of kindness, not to distinguish him of the plot that the doctors of our slippery destiny him inveigh. The escort of the fear, insecure, fearsome, it falls down in the unprotected, disguised enemy potential, that it disturbs, it inhibits the passage of the procession funeral. The priest is beaten, blessed for the power timeless. Immolated in the execution of superior orders, sanctioned by inferior. In the establishment of the satanic ritual, enchanting barbarism in the civilized jungle. The pilgrims moved of their shrines. The mabuba dried, the abó also.

It is one of their favourite music, insult for the sound to dislocate the senses, to elevate the cultural identity. To show the mythology no ancestral, but the actual, of the sheets oils-producing, of the field’s diamonds-producing, of the vast extensions of lands arable, starving. She unmasks in the body the dance, but forgot unmasking of the mystery of the Sphinx of Giza.

To hear music is as a great thunderstorm, they are necessary rumbling of a thousand thunders and the blindness of a thousand orange rays. Seasoned by the monstrous machines that hole walks, streets, terraces, that destroy and they rebuild the soils, to I sole and together of the escapes free from the fast ones motorized, authorized to challenge Jupiter.
To dance, to intoxicate, to drug. As Voltaire's father today would say: some children in prose, other in verse. The parents will always be called invalid and small vessels, because they don't feed their children's madness. No longer we have them. I doubt that somebody has them. Servants of Brutus, for they steal and they murder parents. For us to dance, they drink, and they sleep.

I looked at what remained at that house. Two fans that worked with luck. They were paralyzed, led of rust. The television worked to the blow. Because of the flaws of the energy electric, the freezer called, it turned off. The careless bed always tumbled in the hour of lying down. Of the roofs of the bath house, of the kitchen and of the corridor, the drops of water comfortably destroyed the dream of a home. They stopped being ceilings, they were snow flakes. The couple sexagenarian worked, it struggled for her homeland and for the homeland and family abandoned, it remains them the comfort of the musical sonority, striping of the romantic moments, of the idyllic final score.

So much petroleum and diamonds! How much more wealth, more poverty. Where the safes are very full, there is a lot of slavery. Technological slaves, of the new technologies. Slaves of the modern Horses of Troy.
The widows jump in the trees, showing the mantle of his song. I will never believe in the Man, while only one exists human being to starve. The guideless years pass, no representatives continue the tyrants.

Gil Gonçalves, in excerpt, Epic poem of the Jasmine of the Night, of the author.
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The King’s Horseman (VI). Novel

- And alone now it is that you tell me that?
The prisoner was silenced, he thought for itself. - Hey! It is alone stupids, doesn't admire that the king is eternalized in the power.

The guard's boss, mocker, surround, looking with constant contempt the fellow creature, filling with airs that is the most important character of the kingdom, orders glacial:
- Send a beater for the streets, I want to say, a herald to proclaim that the king's guard will pass. Who be idled in them, for the sword it will be passed.
- It is not necessary, they already know. – A guard has fun.
The herald was ahead, it already continues in the street of Marufa. He screams to full lungs.
- Out of the street! Out of the street! Convoy Real will pass!

Disguised, half hidden in what remains of their houses for lack of bank credits for maintenance, nobody dares to put the head outside. The king's guard is famous because through where passes clue damages. It is heard the roar of many horseshoes of horses. Everything shakes. The panicky children shout. The comments of the population are followed economically stop working.
- It seems an earth tremor to remind the coach of the marathons, of the protest marches in the streets.
- It will have many died.
- We should riot.
- Doesn't give. We are to die to the hunger and when we picked some thing to eat, they lack us the forces. The teeth vanish.
- It will be a great slaughter.
- There they are leaving more lives of journalists and political of the opposition.
- They see if it lacks somebody home.
- Didn't they still kill anybody?
- Not! Today we are lucky!
- I go but it is to change of street. Belita!.. It arranges our poverty, we are going to the mammy's house.
- My husband stays us again without dishes. The noise that they do when they pass breaks everything.
- They should build a street only for them.

Usually in these adventures sufferers there is always an exaggerating number of humans frustrated that they dispute the alcoholic day by day. In the distance it is heard the voice of one of them, maybe a true unknown soldier.
- Let to pass… to end… the king's mosquitoes.
The boss hears, and clearing cannot leave such a spoilt offence and question to the guards:
- Who is that called us of mosquitoes?
- He should be a foreigner.

In the future real stables, the champion Divad continues with success her activities. He promised that it would embargo the construction, without precautionary providence, due to the huge smell. He needs, that that will displace, it will drive away the rare existent oxygenic, in the one that no longer it deserves environment to be called. Somebody runs and it interrupts the prelection, of the art of the volunteer jurisdiction.
- Champion Divad, comes a powerful army there. I think the whole guard of the kingdom united forces!

The glances confirm. A platoon and such with halberdiers, archers, gunners, and some of the secret guard surround the republicans. Without orders is born the soldier's disorder. In the kingdom, soldier of the guard is general.
- Attention to form! To prepare! To the attack!!!
The guard's attached boss, to avoid court martial asks for certifying.
- Do we give cable of them all?
- Not! Arrest us!
- Boss doesn't forget when we left are to kill. The men are frustrated, later at night they get drunk, and they are born riots.
- Ok! Great beating in them, but they don't kill anybody.

Due to the associate's intervention the final order was distorted. The boss puts back the convoy in the place.
- On behalf of the king! To the attack, and in my angry force!
It was a memorable parliamentary session of beating. Until gave for some apprentices of martial arts try some blows. The boss executes an escape.
- Stop with that shit porra!!! They arrest us and later cover with earth us in the dungeons. They swallow me Divad.
The prisoner is immediately present as orderly.
- Ó champion Divad of the free hands. Of this you escape, of the close you are with the hands arrested.
- It is alone that that they do. We just want the republic in the kingdom. To end with the poverty of the populations.
- Beautiful words, of that don't pass. Cursed republican plotter. If was not the king, it would put an end to your free hands. Guards, put him in his place!
- Boss, is here one of the republicans radio. I didn't scratch him because I believe in the Gospel. I can call a friend of the Jehovah's Witness. They like each other a lot…
… Not. Take it with the other ones. I don't want problems with the Cardinal. He and the queen are a lot of friends.

Gil Gonçalves

TO LIVE

Without formation, the slave frees continues in the servitude. Because without readings, without books, it is country without future.

To live, it is to listen that you feudal it orders us, it, it ordered us. Because anything seedling, nothing changed. So many billions of dollars and the plague of the hunger expire, it convinces. So much time of the times lost at the parties of the football, and the new crowds are million fallen asleep, lost in the treachery of the African circus. And in the end they are chosen, medal him presidential heroes. To build stadiums is important, libraries and universities no, because it is very expensive, it is a waste of money, and gives a lot of effort to form a picture. It is long many years, while a soccer player is formed in the street with a ball of rags. Later the formed pictures denounce our outrages. To the devil with them! To invoke the football, here is our future wise person.

To live, it is after the liberation fight, freed them, no more they make manifestations, strikes, and they emit unfavourable opinions to the rulers. Because who goes against it will stop to the prison. The indulgence and support of the potentates are evidenced. The petroleum strengthens them the democracy, others have democratic elections of only one party. And where a lot of money is wasted, they always appear many democratic for us to help.

To live, it is to vote for and to wait dully in the eternity that the things change. Of facto they always change, but they never get better. They are as the marine tides, they arise and they go down, they fill and they spill. The good democrats know him that is millenarian as the religion. And any difference doesn't exist between a political party and a Church suffers. Because all profess the same ideology: To can give money. The importance, the personal value of each one depends on the oil wells that possess. It is the more ostentation, luxury and unnecessary expenses more respected and feared will be among the crowds.

To live, it is to see all of the journalists in the prison… preferentially died, for the face generals I last eternally in the power. And all, especially all of them with any balanced thing in the head to sell, to deceive the destiny, and later to flee where, of the premature electoral fraud. To import alcohol is futurism, books never, never!

No, this is not to live! In the battles present’s nothing changed, it worsened, because the hunger, the poverty, the slavery, they multiplied. Technically the international experts that receive commission call, they affirm: “that is a boom of the economic development."

Will we never again have other Marx, other Che, and other Cohn-Bendit? Just some environmentalists? The revolutions ended, because the minds presents are washed, genetically modified.

Gil Gonçalves

The House of the Sun West

English and the Indian associate as the olive oil and the water. (Indian proverb)

I filled with joy and hope after the countless artifices that I used to get money and to buy foils, cement, and bricks of the street. Before with commissions of the corruption I got to legalize a land. I built my cottage and to settle.

Fifteen days later a delegation composed of district attorney, you police and presidential guard marks me the small house as in the time of the Moses and of the pharaoh. I approached them in circumstantial guessing that he would obtain answer as in the ghetto politics.
- Who ordered to do them this?
- They are superior orders!
Real estate speculators' superior orders. - I thought.
And they came… as correspondents, as hordes of the great Huns mason's hammer. And everything the hordes destroyed me. It just remains me the rage of the impotence, of the despair, of the being food of the rich countries. I screamed:
- Still no to discover us that the promises of being, to inhabit, to confiscate the residences, the settlers' buildings, it is not that that in the ribbon of the poverty. Any slave believes in any preacher of the freedom!

I didn't give up, I built cottage in another more peaceful place again. Or else… will I live the then where!? Did I Get to buy on credit… in the banks? No! In my family, in the friends no, because there is a lot that they disappeared. That they stopped communicating. To purpose: I believe that the people no longer they know what is to communicate.
It was very much to tan at the cottage with the very noisy music to inconvenience the neighbours when he appears to court martial. Without surprise they imitated:
- They are superior orders!
The mason's hammer came so expense for the use that suspects any alive hut not to exist. I still screamed for the human rights of UN, but I doubt that they render me attention. A country with a government that pursues the citizens, in an invented peace, is not a government protector of the house: he is a government of the soccer, for the basketball and handball. The intolerance of the beneficent politics of the real estate speculation leads to the recession, to the mismanagement, to the hunger, to the war.

I insisted, I reinforced, I moved forward for the third sea air. I built again and already there lived. With to buy on credits reinforcement the thatched hut was not empty. I foresaw the skulls of vehicles in the distance approximate her, and I saw and I heard them again. The special correspondents of the ruler’s part-houses. Nor I asked those more… also they were early and they recited the verb.
- They are superior orders!

Once, other and more again the hordes of the Great Dog come without luggages, because they live of the draft. Through where pass anything is of foot. That is as the drink when too much, mattered. Everything that is unsustainable and curious facto… it is sentence inappeasable.

I loosened the verb for the concrete of the condominiums and towers without the upstarts' of the economy informal, anti-environmental forestation. Economy of the women's of the street maintainable development, that in presence of the hunger they act for instinct, they become lions for us to struggle, they use the conservation instinct, while the lions at night sleep. Them everything does for us to supply their offspring’s that wait anxious in their burrows. The real estate speculators destroy people, countries, drop the planet Earth.

Containing what is this of civilization. And everything happens in a different way, but the morals of the jungle always prevails. If they don't admire the Nature, they will never know each other. There is two God: the one of the Nature and the one of the human beings. I leave my lament to the real estate speculators:
- Idiots that build and they don't notice, or they fake notice not that everything that the human being now builds, the Nature devastates.
I will submerge, to flee, for Gomera or Lanzarote. I prefer to live in the whites with hate, that to die to the hunger in the black rulers.

Gil Gonçalves
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Aretha Franklin

And of glory I glorified myself when Aretha sanctified
And in his halo she sang me. She spiritualized the kingdom
Of the Queen of my soul. She doesn't sing for us
She enchants God
She transferred me the dimension of the Passion of the evangelical hiding place
When we faced problems, let us fold again
Let us sing, let us sing

The rulers don't correspond to the people
We want an answer, we didn't doubt of the bet
In the intolerance of the hunger. To govern is to starve
And the spiritual ones are an alert Aretha

Such celestial voices, so, so… spiritually Black
God offered the black distinction to the melodious Black
With voice so immortalized, so celestial
If that voice is the Sky, I want to go already for there
There are two Skies: one of the Lord, another of Aretha
I like both

Aretha whispered me the reason of smiling, of extending of his finger:
I "indicate the good road of the Redemption. There is only a God
in the Road of opening a smile in my finger"
I charmed myself, I think I clarified myself very well:
"Aretha! it is easy to appear for the moral and social degradation
But our glance is lowered before who governs so badly"

Experienced a peaceful boat to oars and row
In the lake of rowed waters, calmed, acclaimed
And the Lord it evangelized the angelic waters. He preached to the jasmines
And the waters very smoothly were anxious
Intensely penetrated, perfumed. And they were revealed
And they possessed the entire living one. And all rejoiced
God exists yes gentleman! It was revealed

Aretha Franklin, orders of the hymn of the special party of God
The Master of the Statues gave him sound and tone, sculpture him Universal

Gil Gonçalves

The King's Horseman (V). Novel

The champion Divad, always of hands free, big republican, it is made to accompany for several ambassadors and journalists supporting of the republic, in the dislocation to the county of Jesus' Martyrdom for us to observe the gigantic stable and stables that the king ordered to build. He will be to receive modern flying horses. Very well reduced by musketeers, of them one is sent with a message for the king.

He leaves with his faster horse than the wind. He arrives to the station of seedling of horses of Marufa. Nobody is not, of certainty they went to the tournament of the marathon. He abandons the horse for this to rest. But somebody hungry person peep as a mouse. He takes possession of the tired animal and it takes him. A child is satisfied, today the hunger will be deceived:
- Father, today we will carve good meat.

The messenger drags a horse well cool air and the mount continues. Through where passes seems a hurricane. Is going alarming:
- Free road! Free road! The king's messenger!
I habitually eat the creatures in the streets get scared. They are heard, they sit down the habitual concerns:
- When they trot means like this that will have problems.
- Oh! They always walk drunks.
- It should be because of the money of the black liquid.
- They already stole, they already corrupted more money.
- It is not anything of that. They go but it is to sand the life of somebody.

The messenger arrives to palace. Enters to ride, it doesn't stop in the guards sentries. These in panic are alarmed, and they sound the alarm. The tired messenger gets take off the voice.
- Message for the king.
The guard's boss arrives, he questions him:
- Message for the king?!
- Yes, very urgent.
- Guards! Arrest him, is a republican spy. Put him the irons, with the heaviest balls.
The unfortunate wants to show her innocence, in answer they loosen him a shower of punches. They drag him for a dungeon built only to arrest republican. He is incommunicable.

The musketeers in the great stable wait that the messenger arrives with reinforcements. The republicans are going moving forward. They interview a villager:
- Did they leave of here to the force?
- Yes.
- Do they go where?
- We don't know. They removed us everything. The earth, the things that plants, our horses. We are in the poverty. We slept under the trees.
- Does the king know about that?
- He knows. They are her musketeers that make that. They don't leave anybody to pass.

The musketeers decide to send another messenger. When it crosses the street of Marufa the population is shown very apprehensive.
- Other (!), this time the thing is really serious.
- They must have stolen a lot.
- It is better preparing ourselves to flee.
- Where?! They are on the whole side.
- We will ask the republicans for help.
- That not. We will die all.
- To happen another messenger, it is because it comes a great war there.
The other messenger enters in palace, exactly as the previous.
- Message for the king.
The guard's boss scratches the head. Looks at the sky without stars.
- I will ask the king for the dismissal. I leave my place to any nut.
He looks at the new messenger. He doesn't know what to do. Cry out:
- Shit!.. Didn’t know that the republicans are crazy.

Suddenly his brain for the first sees in the life begins to work. Fire a guard.
- You there! It is going to the real stables and brings the service musketeer.
The service musketeer arrives, they lead to the dungeon. Looks at the prisoner, wonders, it is distrusted.
- But, is the something… stay to do something?
- Drag a message for the king, but they arrested me.
- Betrayal! Betrayal!
The guard's boss enters afflicted.
- Who is the traitor?! I arrest them all.
He interrogates the prisoner.
- Don't you know that the king is out? How is it that you bring a message for the king, if he is not here?
- Boss! They only taught me to say like this: message for the king. If he is or no, nothing has to do with that. We have to send reinforcements for the new stables… the republicans are there.

Gil Gonçalves

Pocahontas

I accompanied my friend Pocahontas to London
We were received by King James I and Anne from Denmark
English looked in the like… like exotic jasmines
Enter in the cut erected by the melody, expressive heroine
Melodic of the Baroque music.

To our dignity princely passage, the nobility was dislocated
In the mannerists curtsy’s of the royal palace of Whitehall
Finished the course of the ground recto chequered
We knelt down majestically to the kings' of the world feet.

Then my friend Pocahontas whispered me:
The love is not born, it is inside of us, because both of us know how to forgive
We were, it was, one more rapturous princess to the New World
New life presented in the cut of the flattery.

New World, new wealth
The feats of the hero’s Elizabethan’s, Victorian that will be versified Immortalized. The facts of our heroes will stay ridiculed
Pocahontas died two years later, with twenty-two.

She stopped doing prayers and curtsy’s to the purity of the trees
And eagles that she loved. She sacrifices of the human impurity

Everything! The whole poetry of the life Powhatan in Virginia dismayed.

Gil Gonçalves

PHILLIS WHEATLEY (1753-1784)

The longing hurts, it is a wound, when reminding the value of a friend's friendship
A hunter of slaves deprived it of the freedom with only eight years
They forced her to not to pick more mangos, pineapples, bananas
The savages' fruits

Lost forever the interior, the secrets of her Mother's sorcery
The African jungle. It embarked orphan in the mother slaver
Oh! Don't do me badly! I never again promise to flee of the Whites
I won't arise more to the backs of the palm trees. No more I will refresh
I will satiate, in the water of the coconuts. Because no more I will see them, I will eat
My parents, siblings, friends will remember. The tides in the sands won't hug

The morning is so enclosed, shaded unreal
She stripped to greet me. I see the prow of the slaver
That me have-of taking, to slide. No there is, I don't see, nobody doesn't come
To lean on, to help to save
The margin stands back, I think she sends me a smile
We are already far. Didn't know that the sea was like this big
So immense... Fortunately the slaver is not afraid of him
They seem friends so. He should have a lot of hands that hold him
Or else sank. I am afraid of this greatness and I burst into tears

The slaves' trafficker screams me. His voice is so potent
That the ocean shakes. "Ó spice, collects you in the cubicle! "
It recorded in the memory the furrows of the prow slaver that it broke eagerly
The marine currents. The rioted vacancies accompanied the hurry
Of the arrival without a destination. Of so far known
Docked in Boston, a New ignored World
Some of the modern slavers that redo the route
Before Africanized, take oath with fright
That they saw a ghost ship, flying Wheatley

A rich merchant bought her, presented her as maid for his wife
You of the slaves could never know
That it mattered, bought a poetess, a condor
The plantations of the illusions enslave us, as crowds
You gave her to study geography, history, and Latin. If all studied…

To the thirteen years it demonstrated famous poetry
With twenty years in England published her
Exotic African with scale in the New World
Phillis Wheatley ended in the law of the jungle. Thirty and years of Christianized fervour

Far away from the silent heat, of the breeze loving, tender savage
Of the rivers swallowed by the valleys of the black poetry. Extinguished, unknown
Live in his black heart, known in their thoughts

Of very clear movements

Gil Gonçalves
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PHILLIS WHEATLEY (1753-1784)
Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral. London: Printed for Archibald Bell and Sold in Boston by Cox and Berry, 1773.
Phillis Wheatley was one of the most well- known poets in America during her day. Wheatley was born on the western coast of Africa and kidnapped from the Senegal-Gambia region when she was about seven years old.

Not being of suitable age to be sold as a slave in the West Indies or the southern colonies, she was transported to Boston, where she was purchased in 176l by John Wheatley, a prominent tailor, as an attendant to his wife. Phillis learned English quickly and was taught to read and write, and within sixteen months of her arrival in America she was reading passages from the Bible, Greek and Latin classics, astronomy, geography, history, and British literature.

Phillis published her first poem in the Newport, Rhode Island, Mercury on December 21, 1767. Unable to get her poems published in Boston, Phillis and the Wheatleys turned to London for a publisher, with the result that in 1773 thirty-nine of Phillis' poems were published as Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral.

This collection, of which a first edition is shown, is Phillis Wheatley's only book, and the first volume of poetry to be published by an Afro-American. The poems reflect the religious and classical background of her New England education. Over one- third consist of elegies, the remainder being on religious, classical and abstract themes.
Purchased through the Matthew Newkirk Memorial Fund
http://www.lib.udel.edu/ud/spec/exhibits/treasures/american/wheatley.html

Rwanda

The quisling of Rwanda united us
When I hugged my dear friend Tatiana Rusesabagina
She always remains the memory of the Westerner slaughter

That the wars of the Blacks only to them they belong
She is entitled of if they kill as well they understand
It is her war, it is among them. That they kill themselves, that great!
They be exterminated! How many better because they inconvenience a lot

They are deviations of the civilization, converted to the force, to the fork of the Christianity
As always the Whites fled
They left, they abandoned in the streets done of powder
That they were not moved before the mortuary
Cemetery outdoors, improvised
Massacred, quartered, they were like this the bodies, and their remains

Abandoned. Failed to protect, give in the sun that in the soil the to toast.
He decomposed them. Everything seemed so unreal, as seeds thrown to the earth
Without being cultivated.

Crazy farmers that plant corpses
And they wait that are born plants to renew, to continue to kill
To stimulate the hate so that it serves as excuse to the genocide
It is later to nickname him of barbarian’s states
Before they were the crusades to free Jerusalem
Now they are to free Black, and everyday there is
Black crusades, pagans' slaughters
Dispersed corpses, habituated because they lost
The importance. They won the contempt of the abundance

The Black Continent is a Rwanda diary
The champions of the democracy are perennial in the coexistence
Convenience, they support the dictatorships friends
That they guarantee his survival

It is as the militant literature, it defends the past
darkens the present, it eliminates the future
We are nomads, we started the distemper to flee of the shots
And of the cutlass
We are food for jackals, hyenas, and vultures

And the political parties break in the mamma, of the cash in hand
There are many shines, but the dreams stay darkness, obscure

Gil Gonçalves
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The King’s Horseman (IV). Novel

- Nor does the herald let to speak to me!?.. Do they Silence me this character.
Helpful intervenes the musketeers' boss.
- Order my king!
- Orders to proclaim for the heralds of the kingdom and vice-kingdoms, that are unarmed all of the trumpets. And that never while it goes alive, I don't want to hear, not to speak, or to never see such an instrumental one. Continue with the fair, in the end I want to see who that horseman is.
- It honours your majesty and to his kingdom. I will order to improvise some cans, of those that bring the products that we mattered, to drum in them and to revive the tournament.

The king, tired makes a sign with the hand indicating that the guardian left.
As soon as the noise of the bodywork jingled ferruginous, Epok accelerated thoroughly of surprise in his horse. The red and black horseman didn't wait, it was not prepared for such inelegance. The pitied crowd prevents him:
- Count! Looks at Epok!!!

The horseman, surprised for the antagonist's audacity, it was equipped properly. He attacked his mounted of seized lance. To middle of the road they collided. The lances were distributed in the encounter of the shields protector’s. None abandoned the horses. They went down at cost due to the weight of the armours. They unseamed the swords, they raised them to the sky druidical and the sunbeams kissed their edges. As sparkles sent by God so that if made justice in the earth. But who would winner leave? Epok stands out with ferocity, as vulgar brute. The other resists. Epok strikes her blows with rage and force rude, convinced that it annihilates like this the opponent. It was as the rude force against the intelligence. The red and black horseman knows that the opponent's fats don't resist a long time. And it happens, Epok without forces faints, he kneels down. The winner horseman leans the tip of the sword in her throat. Two exclamations are heard: the first of the queen, following by the princess.
- Red horseman and black… aiué… you are too much!
- My hero of the new republic!

The king throws to look them leonine. They cover the mouths with the hands. Been sorry reconsider:
- Our king lives!
The exaggerated crowd screams guideless. - Our red and black king lives.
The king gesticulates, it fingers in the air. Some attend musketeers, they free Epok and they point their swords for the horseman fighter. They discover the helmet to unmask her face. The attendance recognizes it, after all it is very popular. They get up all and of lost fears they shout:
- Live! Live our horseman La Padep!

The princess contains the face in the hands. She doesn't consent that the weeping dies. The king asks:
- What does daughter, happen?
She of fake weeping, fakes unhealthy I discomfort:
- Oh!.. Oh!.. my father that upset. Our Epok like this swept…
… No my hummingbird, we are never due. You will see the punishment that waits for that insolent one.
- Father, please, omits him the slander.
- Very well! I will be benevolent but, it doesn't escape the some good lashes.
The queen finds the daughter's watery eyes, conflicted, waives blinks eye, to that the princess condescends. His lover horseman for the time being won't be character dantesque.

Leaning Epok for the musketeers, forces La Padep to kneel. He gives him some good kicks in the behind. Taking advantage of the guard's distraction, La Padep gets to lift the head and screams:
- Live the republic!
The crowd is impressed, it acclaims:
- Live the republic! Live the republic!

Epok orders the musketeers so that they lift La Padep and it sentences him:
- Go, asks real reward!
- Never a La Padep will make that!!!
As defensive, Epok hammers tremendous punch in the face, mock action for the musketeers that beat him, kick him for the whole body, abandoning him to the flies and mice.
The princess was attempted. It was encouraged with the queen before the mice, that there were them of all of the species, including humans that were the most dangerous, they tasted the body. She sent a trust chaperon, that rescued him for safe place. A cousin's house, follower of the republic.

Gil Gonçalves
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Study into near-death experiences

By Jane Dreaper
Health correspondent, BBC News

Many people report seeing a bright light

A large study is to examine near-death experiences in heart attack patients.

Doctors at 25 UK and US hospitals will study 1,500 survivors to see if people with no heartbeat or brain activity can have "out of body" experiences.

Some people report seeing a tunnel or bright light, others recall looking down from the ceiling at medical staff.

The study, due to take three years and co-ordinated by Southampton University, will include placing on shelves images that could only be seen from above.
This is a mystery that we can now subject to scientific study
Dr Sam Parnia
University of Southampton

Towards the light


To test this, the researchers have set up special shelving in resuscitation areas. The shelves hold pictures - but they're visible only from the ceiling.

Dr Sam Parnia, who is heading the study, said: "If you can demonstrate that consciousness continues after the brain switches off, it allows for the possibility that the consciousness is a separate entity.

"It is unlikely that we will find many cases where this happens, but we have to be open-minded.

"And if no one sees the pictures, it shows these experiences are illusions or false memories.

"This is a mystery that we can now subject to scientific study."

Dr Parnia works as an intensive care doctor, and felt from his daily duties that science had not properly explored the issue of near-death experiences.

Process of death

He said: "Contrary to popular perception, death is not a specific moment.

"It is a process that begins when the heart stops beating, the lungs stop working and the brain ceases functioning - a medical condition termed cardiac arrest.

"During a cardiac arrest, all three criteria of death are present. There then follows a period of time, which may last from a few seconds to an hour or more, in which emergency medical efforts may succeed in restarting the heart and reversing the dying process.

"What people experience during this period of cardiac arrest provides a unique window of understanding into what we are all likely to experience during the dying process."

Dr Parnia and medical colleagues will analyse the brain activity of 1,500 heart attack survivors, and see whether they can recall the images in the pictures.

Hospitals involved include Addenbrookes in Cambridge, University Hospital in Birmingham and the Morriston in Swansea, as well as nine hospitals in the US.

In BBC

Chronicle of Transylvania. Were the vampires, generals?

When do the incompetence and a government's disorganization cross the summits of the imbecility, and does that government continue obstinately in the power, to do what is there?

All live her of the speculation oilfield. That the prices arise, they arise. Simple that live of mirages.

Actually, nowadays, the world governments don't pass of mere gangs mobsters properly badly organized. Badly organized because the financier world scandal appeared and display the garbage that, that people are. THE great depression of 2008 was the largest jest of the History of all of the times. This means that the foundations of the democracy also to be in ruins. Who is that will believe more in this people!

The continuation of our fight of national liberation is to run with the false generals of the power.
Angola is a factory of intensive production of generals. No longer we have where storing.
With generals in the power, more four years of drought and darkness wait for us.
With generals in the power, many slaves for the Pharaoh.

The human being's eternal fight will always be the fight against the generals in the power.
The more time the generals are in the power, nor a book will have to read. Of facto there are generals that should be at the school.
After the fall of the bags, that will happen to the generals?
In a country governed by generals, there is no future, nor tomorrow. There is always the today very shady.

Generals in the until power to stink.
How many more generals grocers, better.

I saw a sergeant to be promoted major without justification. I saw two lieutenant-colonels to promote it to brigadiers.
Generals prospectors only here, I also saw them.

Gil Gonçalves
Image: Wilson Dadá no Morro da Maianga

The King's Horseman (III). Novel

The horseman Epok enrolls for the list. He is the cruel champion, oppressor of the gray masses, anti-manifestations, antidote anti-everything. Soaring, it contemplates the superb nobility that smoothly applauds him. The queen desires for her personal flag. A princess, the kings' daughter approaches. She is of trunks. She sits down quite moved away of the parents. The horseman Epok stands up straight sits down owner of the ball, horseman of Great Carlos. It is exasperated, because doesn't see any opponent. He doesn't discover that makes illustration of foolish, calendar without consensus. Has to show that party is the best, always of most.
- Is there no horseman in this county that faces me in this fair one?

After the tumults, normal thing in the kingdom, the crowd made delivery of what stole. The musketeers took advantage and they stole them everything that they could carry. The fools were forced to at audience to return, before the king got annoyed and it exercised more reprisals.
It was not heard live-voice to the horseman's challenge Epok. They are reborn him grandiose insults.
- Some ballads sing that you are a heroic and courageous people, victorious… band of fearsome! Doesn't tend a shit of a horseman to defend your honour and of the county in this list? I challenge your count. Count… where is you?

Nor the light breeze trembled, nobody corresponded. The horse of Epok habituated to arm and to create confusion, he is anxious, he grows weak. He gets up too much the front paws. Epok surprised gets off almost. The crowd of idiots makes rebound.
- Gee up! Gee up horse!

CHAPTER II
THE HORSEMAN LA PADEP

As coming of the thick fog a horseman appears with red and black armour. The fabric of the horse has the same colours. The crowd stops, it is suspended. The face hides inside a helmet. The King comments on:
- I already saw these colours… I don't know from where.
The queen attempts wakes up him the attention:
- My gentleman, these colours are of our flag.
- I think that it had already changed them.
- No my gentleman, they continue the same ones... in the same.
- Remind me my lady, for renewing. These colours are dismal. It is for that that my people always become sad, he riots. They are aggressive colours.

The horseman of the two colours is arrived, he announces himself:
- Epok, horseman of the sad nomenclature, I finished here to face you!
- You already know that will lose!
- No, because of your belly. Did you already notice that your horse doesn't support your weight? I will remove all I liquidate black of your belly, that same one that you steal us, and with which fill her, later I will arrest you!
- I don't fear! The prison was not made for dogs. It was done for men.
- Epok, your prisons were made for dogs like you.
- Insolent! At the end of the fight you will put yourself of knees, you will be whipped and you will renew excuses to our king and queen. Where is your nanny? Who are you?
- I don't need nanny. That is chubby service. Who am? I am the horseman of your destiny.

The red and black horseman put a handkerchief with these colours in the tip of his lance. It extended her in the youth princess's direction. This collected him and kept him. The kings show some indisposition. Epok mirrored her symbol to his queen. Mother and daughter complicity, while somebody of the attendance screams:
- The red and black horseman lives!
Then all of the temporary voices.
- The defender of our county lives, that God protects him!

The king makes sign for the fair to begin. The trumpeters lift the instruments, they lean us to the lips. The thunder of cannons resumes. The crowd is anxious. The wood of the list splits, separates, it tumbles. A convinced republican cries out:
- It should be the squad of ships of La Fayette that leaned against.
Other very animated screams.
- Finally frees, live the freedom!
Fearing new draft, the king is whined:
- I cannot leave the palace. I am surrounded of incompetent. Where arrives only see incompetence and disorganization.
The herald interrupts him to announce to the people that the king will dismiss the count of Jinhoka. The king comments on:

Gil Gonçalves
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