The Epic Poem of the Darkness (117). So many and so many uniforms on the whole side. Luanda is a gigantic military barracks

I know now that after your farewell of the life

the love leaves tracks invisible, invincible

Taj Mahal and the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus don't overcome the magnificence

of your premature pubis hairy, where you wrote down

you appeared, you deflowered which dense forest of Maiombe

In the eternal wait of your return

maybe be to one minute, or light-year billions

in a distant one unknown. The distance that separates us

he gave cosmic wall, it will be in the next insured millenniums

When the coming ones proclaim the to reappear of the life

of the momentary suspended actual

For here every day everything is to be too violent

The storms, the winds, cross the largest battles

They break the History of these walls easily

You were my symphony, the harmony, before the agony

again of this sea

Of this to make green collapse. Until the birds they stopped flying

Everything dried. The forests, the woods, the rivers. They hid enchanting

of the already nothing exists to love. Everything is explained, frightened

in other dimension to hover. In the boundaries of the unconsciousness

of reducing again everything to powder

Another melody will be universalized when this Jesus Christ ends

and other to appear of the bottom of the waters

He is to be modelled, and this time forever

it will be freed. They won't hear parables, just her compassion glance

For the wicked ones, insistent believers, pardon won't exist

Great reconstruction, a gesture and a blessing

You were as the weeping of the jasmines, that I still conserve in the same song

in the bedroom of our retreat. When in ecstasies, hugged

stagnated in the windstorm that announced the first drops

of the close atmospheric agitation. Then well watered, frozen

How was it possible two disappear and only one to be body?

I still don't get to understand, where it went

what happened to the other being

My dream, the other dreams, finished

Only the nightmares began, they resumed. There is no future

while this government and their international allies

they persist in they reduce us to powder

To proceed what remains of the divine goes will collapse

I waste a long time in search of our lost words

when I relive the past in the iron

Each garment portrays moments of the days

After everything to finish, we fed lamenting

Where everything begins and it only finishes the death knows him

Where is, where you go reminds you of me

There is always a jasmine. He remodels our pastimes

with new thoughts. You found the eternal gardens

of the jasmines. He plants them, it waters them. Finally you have time

to find the due love. The paradise of the death is always awake

in my despair of living to the foot of you, so close

He delays, but I know that it will arrive, I will free myself

And only the death frees us

Here we continued in the to be born and to grow desperate,

chained wanted to jump over the mountains of the ferocious dictatorship

When a simple hill if it turns an insurmountable obstacle

We let to win us, to obey her any command voice

And obedient of fear we will never expire, we will never triumph

So many and so many uniforms on the whole side. Luanda is a gigantic military barracks