The Epic Poem of the Darkness (109). That victorious insensibility to the destruction and the death this people were meditated

In the fifth floor to middle of the planted balcony, graceful

proud, it develops trunk obstinate tree

The growth prolongates her the rift, uneven hole

The foliage optimize an clothesline of clothes

They removed the will to the water to arise, the electricity hinders shining

He resumes the slavery, intensive exploration. The children they are dispersed

confronted with shooting platoon or else they use carrying manual, animal

I liquidate him earthy powerful, onerous in their bodies

That it will divert them the tender spine

New times, new architectures. Pretentious tenants they rise

recently near, they promote earthquakes that pull down the internal walls

they alternate the structures. To leave, to undo, to destroy for among infernal noise

The power of the easy money consolidates. Powerful, majestic elegant

it parks the generator in the base that was of the elevator. Lost in the law of her back yard

illuminated, of poisoned oasis

They clogged the sewages that squirted shit and they laugh her, happy

of the oppressed human mud in the tubular galleries. How much more shit more happiness in the building

Nobody was importuned with the abnormal habitat of the coexistence without rules

The perfume dictated abject the paradigm of the social acceptance

The leisure decisive imposes the medieval return

Of the to dig ditch and to drain the smelly disgust out for the street

And of the to craps, feasts are commemorated by the reached fact

properly authorized for who of right

The water of the infidel company of the supply supplies at uncertain hours

In the first floor the out of print colonial faucets for the destructive years

they gush mining the property foundations

Culminating in the precocious destruction. Palms and smiles are beaten by such facts

never before seen

In the fifth floor they accommodated the doors with mouthfuls of awful firewood

that desperate, they wait for Edgar Allan Poe visit

Dismal walls invoke the ancestors' spirits

They are distributed, they take advantage, and mouthfuls remain

In the house of bath two improvised fetid holes they peep the persons in need

In the split ground the bad weather invade the ceiling of the fourth undone floor

Stoic in the remaining areas, he is founded, it goes down, he sinks in the Marxism-Leninism

A main fuse interrupts the circuit of the electric energy. Electricians with sophisticated instruments seeming of the beyond with an any pliers, in the lack improvises something, they pull, they pull cables

The electric potency disordered increases, the remaining fuses weaken

they get sick irredeemable. He finished, they extinguished the illumination,

they restore her and some flames wake up the terror

of the eruption of the electric volcano. They throw escapes with laughter for the audience

for the gratuitousness of the deserved tragedy

In the rears of the buildings the prominence of the power is reinforced, among the great imperial generals

They order to leave, to evacuate walls. They leave feasts, with alcohol in torrents.

As a diverted river of her course, they are born lakes, ponds

That victorious insensibility to the destruction and the death this people were meditated

Image: project new life in Angola. FOLHA 8