The Epic Poem of the Darkness (85). We insisted in the businesses that the wind takes

A government of the marathons and for the marathons

that he insists to drink the alcohol no original of our origins and of our destinies

We insisted in the businesses that the wind takes

and in the vocation of the innate parties to burn the time that in the surplus in surplus

The hypocrisy is the satisfaction of the accomplished duty

To sow injustices is to pick revolts

Even if our government makes some work for some African to see

we will put an end to her

If we had the atomic bomb would be nicknamed "the Continent of the ashtray radioactive"

If the drink went books I would be very educated

Even in the international contests of drunk alcoholic we are discriminated

because beforehand all know that we are winner

And in this battle there is no Waterloo

I am not exhausts

but constrained of not running for the sand of the beaches

forbidden

An instant changes a lot, a lot of thing

The statues of my breasts erects, modelled

as aphrodisiac fruit in the avidity of the fright of the pleasure

in the wait of the alimentary the life

and deify me again

without corruption nor fall

of the actual government

something very easy

I am a goddess fabled lover, wanted by all the gods

and before the reality of these things without world

Ó embarkations of the clandestine emigration

take me and that it arrives lives to the tragic-marine borders

of the new colonization

The building where I still get to live, they remain some foundations

fortunately! I prefer the dry grass of the pitched freedom

I commit my African fall

abysmal

When signing contracts of any species

national or international… for something!? If later they are forgotten,

torn, abandoned in the garbage cans disproportionate, guideless,

it is for that that my people are staunch defender of the delinquency

How many more laws, more disorders

Best will be law not to exist, because the disorder is organized

properly institutionalized

Oh! of me if it gets to develop my intelligence

To be educated, there they arrive me the ancestral sacraments:

She will wash the silly, the clothes and to sweep the ground

then he cooks funji with okras, jimboa and roasted cacusso

He brings the jindungo watered with the drink of our thunderstorm

tropical storm

Soon afterwards we will wake up the shadow of the secular baobab"

We struggled, we suffered, we lived, we died

Without money. He is with them and those

of the oil companies

Rarely for love. If it didn't exist today, tomorrow?!

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