I adjusted the binocular field. A journalist of physical weakness, but strong spirit, tried to appease an antagonist strong man. They were discussed and they were insulted. The journalist when running of the feather echoed that she had just given a light touch in the rear of the vehicle of the strong man. They were to be impassable, because the strong man didn't consent. To the opposite, he publicised that was formed in boxing by the most violent rings than they still subsist. Without feather, it shuffled the stubs brawny and it unseamed the fists of natural steel. To beat the steel in the journalist's intellect, that just knew to defend with pen and paper or portable computer. The words disappeared in the mind editorial. He lost the sense of the life. The strong man as caged animal no he relieved the victim. Tireless as programmed metallic machine to kill. Manual powerful they got to immobilize him when they turned off the main circuit breaker that it fed the inhuman machine. He felt fully accomplished because it hated journalists. He murdered a journalist for fifty dollars, that it was the price of the severe reproof. Triumphant, inclinable, it was cleared that just used the hands.
Jingola concluded the inaptness of the religion of the interior life. God expanded the sky and the earth, later it hired devil to create the Man. The wild animals live in the cities, the civilized animals in the jungles. They improve utensils, they invent, and they renew discoveries. New diseases, new epidemics appear. They are finished off more and more, with new weapons.
Alarmed, I certify that we didn't develop: we manufactured the children as set down in the physical anthropology. No we altered: we kissed each other and we caressed in the anthropology. There is nothing again in the cosmic egg.
Explorers of the robbery and of the death, I begin and end of the idealism subjective. Then, what usefulness does have the human being? To be born, to destroy, to kill. A tame lunatic nicknamed him Homo sapiens. The name correct is: Homo Credo quia absurdum, (Man has faith for being absurd). God is the Man's imagination. He only exists when necessary, he appears and it disappears. We always went and we will be pagan. It lacks in the courage for admitting.
When the information makes scarce with intention, the travelling oratories be speculative and they develop for street observatories. A figure event is told, with the time he becomes fabled, a myth. Jingola instituted street observatories, in the clandestine streets. Popularly, naturally, they called them observatories mouth to mouth. In an of these mouth to mouth, the speaker speculated that a simple plan without director would be enough for Jingola to park, to be well parked. It was sum of the prominent ones that they studied her degraded jurisdiction. Of having improvised pulpit and of contentious jurisdiction it is fenced:
- It is the moral relativism. Europeans recovered, they refreshed, after the secondary universal war. Reason!? Because it is constant the corruption a of the societies without a corruption economic plan. After the war economy, of toothpicks, driven, closed, informal, invisible, mixed, popular, old, uf!... AND of market… the one that we needed is to burst a great Plan Soldierly.
The listeners, systematic unemployed misunderstood him perfectly. They were born, the die-flower of the higher education
- Oh! There are almost fifty years that we are with that emergency plan.
- We lacked the information, of the refraction of the loss of intensity of the light of the backbone.
- I exasperate myself with similarities, unlikeliness.
- The quinquennial plan?!
- Yes! That same one, the one of Thursdays.
- Not! The triennial.
- The cowboy of going for a sloping plan.
Image: Angola em fotos
Jingola concluded the inaptness of the religion of the interior life. God expanded the sky and the earth, later it hired devil to create the Man. The wild animals live in the cities, the civilized animals in the jungles. They improve utensils, they invent, and they renew discoveries. New diseases, new epidemics appear. They are finished off more and more, with new weapons.
Alarmed, I certify that we didn't develop: we manufactured the children as set down in the physical anthropology. No we altered: we kissed each other and we caressed in the anthropology. There is nothing again in the cosmic egg.
Explorers of the robbery and of the death, I begin and end of the idealism subjective. Then, what usefulness does have the human being? To be born, to destroy, to kill. A tame lunatic nicknamed him Homo sapiens. The name correct is: Homo Credo quia absurdum, (Man has faith for being absurd). God is the Man's imagination. He only exists when necessary, he appears and it disappears. We always went and we will be pagan. It lacks in the courage for admitting.
When the information makes scarce with intention, the travelling oratories be speculative and they develop for street observatories. A figure event is told, with the time he becomes fabled, a myth. Jingola instituted street observatories, in the clandestine streets. Popularly, naturally, they called them observatories mouth to mouth. In an of these mouth to mouth, the speaker speculated that a simple plan without director would be enough for Jingola to park, to be well parked. It was sum of the prominent ones that they studied her degraded jurisdiction. Of having improvised pulpit and of contentious jurisdiction it is fenced:
- It is the moral relativism. Europeans recovered, they refreshed, after the secondary universal war. Reason!? Because it is constant the corruption a of the societies without a corruption economic plan. After the war economy, of toothpicks, driven, closed, informal, invisible, mixed, popular, old, uf!... AND of market… the one that we needed is to burst a great Plan Soldierly.
The listeners, systematic unemployed misunderstood him perfectly. They were born, the die-flower of the higher education
- Oh! There are almost fifty years that we are with that emergency plan.
- We lacked the information, of the refraction of the loss of intensity of the light of the backbone.
- I exasperate myself with similarities, unlikeliness.
- The quinquennial plan?!
- Yes! That same one, the one of Thursdays.
- Not! The triennial.
- The cowboy of going for a sloping plan.
Image: Angola em fotos
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