The Epic Poem of the Darkness (88). Everyday we cursed, we hated the Westerner hypocrisy and his pollutant Church

So many that left with the hunger precocity, so early

quickly

With brutal indifference

As if feelings didn't exist

Unnecessary it is to say that to rejuvenate

To strengthen, to learn again, it is necessary to learn always

The one that

It frightens me to see, to feel the growing cruelty

Tan, long as stretched spring

Of generous youth and ingenuous

Everyday we cursed, we hated

the Westerner hypocrisy and her pollutant Church

To conquer the power I am enough a smuggler of weapons

They and they are our best friends

With them and with them we died in the wars, we sustained the democracies

western

I don't trust in anybody. These political ones are adventurous, behind them they are, they arrive, always in movement others stop

To speak, to disagree, I am not able to. I take a risk to be arrested

murdered

Everyday they steal us. The Government loses the financial resources that they emanate for the sewerage systems of the companies, government structures of the ones that govern us, or their families

It is never known who drives

He doesn't give to live, we have to flee

Africa, Angola is the concentration camp of the globalisation

The nude ebony of my body transparent, unreal

He flies, it jumps all of the obstacles of the imagination

of the moments of pleasure

Doesn't sell the feelings of my colour

although in the distant desire and to expire

To know to wait with vitality and ardour.

The unrestricted desires that we have.

I am cavalier, it calms, convict of the certainty

That with so much violence walked for the beyond.

Of so much emotion uncontrolled

of not being present but postponed

the love is an incurable disease

I walk attempts always because I can fall in a channel

These walks of the streets have channels, I don't eat the one of Venice

These have open ditches that allow the drainage of the sewers for the streets

They are as our Government. He is a Government of the sewers and for the sewers

Africa is the black continent cleared up always by the solar light

I see the days to pass, and the hunger doesn't make to alter them

Always in war!

The foreigners are evacuated, me not

Without conviction, without content everything breaks in pieces

And it is the burning fire to consume the passion

He gets lost the reason. We still don't have Government

Just for the time being a group of imbecile

That they lost, they still didn't learn

What is the reason

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