Elections pastime

Insured transport (participation in the operation of vehicles of construction companies, Teixeira Duarte SA, Odebrecht, Chinese, etc.). Free distribution of beer (CUCA) and light foods in the place.  

Supports to the assemblies of Mpla in Luanda. Source  Club-k

 

The difference that exists between a horse and a man is the following: The horse has four paws, the man has two hands and two feet. The man has brain, a lot of mounts no. 

 

Badly to govern is to die quickly, it is a suicide 

no necessary, but it is always present 

It is to play with the fire, to burn, to abandon the people,  

dismissing him of the elections 

He still remains something 

The serenity lost is returned never 

  

If it stole would be rich. This is the only middle to enrich. That they prove me the opposite, there won't be anybody, that he throws me the first million of dollars to undeceive me. Because the law protects them. 

 

The powerful ones are protected and the weak ones failed to protect it doesn't advance to appeal because two legal professions exist One for poor, other for rich… and disinherited them… it was not in vain that this word was pronounced for the first time. 

 

Disinherited… because the powerful ones inherited her it. The warranty of my recent freedom was to shoot for the garbage the technical books left by the colonialists, because in the new life they would not have any advantage. It was as soon as thought in the new revolutionary ideology: only the Marxist books were edifying. The technical books, the Universal Works… they were imperialistic, capitalist. 

 

When we gave for the allure, it was too late 

Return us to the caves, to the tunnels of the spirit without light 

Again in the claws of the vampires 

 

To hear cicada sing… there were not ants to keep. 

 

Pic: Angola em fotos

 

 

  

Three years later

Already three passed years, still initiate for besides the eternity. 

 

In that landscape where you rest, that the bankers still didn't destroy, where you walk with the mother, she reveals the Universe of the silence that in the wait, after so much to walk in the it despairs. 

 

I don't doubt, I am the sure that shortly there will be. It is then will talk, we will smile and we will walk… finally together, united. 

 

Never nobody dies, he is just absent during some time. Without years, without months, without moments. Because in our minds they stay alive, perennial. 

 

And we will celebrate, we will sing, we will eat and we will drink the silence. 

 

And the water of the river reverberate, smoothly caressed by the solar, and it will silver her. And Gauguin will repaint her, it will caress, it will mold. 

 

And in the summits we will fix, we will be, and united forever we will rest.  

And in our minds we will meet again ourselves. 

 

 

  

Angola. He needs her

ANNOUNCEMENT OF VACANCY

POLITICAL OPPOSITION


He needs her, political opposition to face a political party in Angola that is in the power half century ago.

They are preferential conditions of admission:

Immediate readiness
Honesty
Fearless, as an errant horseman
Initiative spirit
Integrity and frontal manner
To work in spirit of it equips
Dislocations for seventeen provinces
Readiness for contacts with populations in the most hidden places.
The candidate, has all of the conditions created for to act in the land.

Money is not problem. That is what more is plentiful.

They are not necessary qualifications academicals. We are infested - an epidemic - of that. We valued more the experience. Of the academics he doesn't say the History. The historical facts - in his majority - they are filled of individuals with few qualifications, without formation. See her the Portuguese case.
Physical robustness is condition sine qua non. Marshy areas are that they don't lack.

We sent the ticket of aerial passage of here.

We kept secrecy

In the paradise of the beyond

No, you are not like Fernando Pessoa said. You are not reminded just twice a year. In the day of your birth and in the day of your death. You are reminded, conserved every day, in all the moment.

First year. First birthday, other to be reborn

I imagine you in that landscape walk her
Eternally you stare her
In a peace ode and harmony
That in the earth obstructed you
He reminds you of me
I am also in the final going aboard
to lean against me, to lean
to you

Your suits smiles stay
Always presents, inundations
In whispering of the cups of the pine forests
And olive groves

You are in the eternal paradise
of the death
I continue, I await in the jungle
of the inhuman life

Depression

The subject is not the extermination of the Nature but, like she reacts, as he will react. As he will take revenge.

Tonsillitis epidemic and poliomyelitis silenced and it paralyzed the political opposition
In Aquiline Ribeiro saying: “intelligent men, with good culture politicize and juridical, they don't pass of that". "Impostors that read Shakespeare… they like this the great actor’s"

The Government that doesn't sit down, has eyes, and he doesn't see
Blind in the palaces doctrinal, government, with books that are never open
In the visible continuation of the age of the darkness
The Nature develops, the men get lost in the vegetation
Of the gentle forests, that force
To live in the luxury and in the superfluous expenses, it is also a crime against the humanity

The weapons are the symbol of the power. The unarmed minds are valuable for the democracy
To vote for it is necessary that there are voters
There to be voters it is necessary that there are elections
There to be elections it is necessary that there is democracy
There to be democracy it is lawful to get off the illicit power

To abandon footballs and other snails
To erect schools, universities, with good teachers for the poverty to finish
Without university freedom doesn't exist. The lack of culture of the hunger exists.

Pic: http://www.elmundo.es/albumes/2009/02/09/sombra_reivindicada/index.html

Pagans

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. Therefore: 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. The original habit: we kissed each other and we caressed in the anthropological. 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 correct name 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 pagans. It lacks in the courage for admitting.

Democratic wealth

Always with the interruptions of water and electric energy. The whites took these things with them, they bewitched.

Everything that is a thief is to be in Luanda. The saint’s alliances justify him, patronages don't lack them.

It is heard the noise a lot of breaking walls… always… in the daytime and at night. To rest, to sleep… it is luck. It is easy to see where go… we are already… gladiators in the rights of Angolan arenas.

We voted for, we chose and we returned to the time of the popular power. Who believes that the foreigners are here to help is us short-sighted. Foreigner that here arrives is to steal, to attract for children and to go on a trip sexual.
I help!!!

I asked to borrow some cashes without interests
That they remained from the writing to pencil of the unconstitutional republic
Cookies, sweets, elastic tablets, cigarettes
Then gaseous. Drunk alcoholic no. Drunk gets complicated
It was what bought, and in the hands and head I carried
I arrived, I had a lot of luck, and the thieves were collateral
I diffused in a crossbar, I cleaned her and in her I arranged the sale
I was stocking hidden at the grotto of entrance of the building

A neighbouring luxury, of those of the democratic wealth
Upstarts of the recently-discovered oil-producing wells
They get complicated a lot with me, with my poverty
That I make garbage that it is contrary to her nature
They are very suspicious, fearsome, they live in the insecurity
Of the venality, immorality, they depend on armed safety
Of the illicitness of the goods regimented against nature

Florence Nightingale

Florence Nightingale, the daughter of the wealthy landowner, William Nightingale of Embly Park, Hampshire, was born in Florence, Italy, on 12th May, 1820. Her father was a Unitarian and a Whig who was involved in the anti-slavery movement. As a child, Florence was very close to her father, who, without a son, treated her as his friend and companion. He took responsibility for her education and taught her Greek, Latin, French, German, Italian, history, philosophy and mathematics.

At seventeen she felt herself to be called by God to some unnamed great cause. Florence's mother, Fanny Nightingale, also came from a staunch Unitarian family. Fanny was a domineering woman who was primarily concerned with finding her daughter a good husband. She was therefore upset by Florence's decision to reject Lord Houghton's offer of marriage. Florence refused to marry several suitors, and at the age of twenty-five told her parents she wanted to become a nurse. Her parents were totally opposed to the idea as nursing was associated with working class women.

Florence's desire to have a career in medicine was reinforced when she met Elizabeth Blackwell at St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London. Blackwell was the first woman to qualify as a doctor in the United States. Blackwell, who had to overcome considerable prejudice to achieve her ambition, encouraged her to keep trying and in 1851 Florence's father gave her permission to train as a nurse.

Florence, now thirty-one, went to Kaiserwerth, Germany where she studied to become a nurse at the Institute of Protestant Deaconesses. Two years later she was appointed resident lady superintendent of a hospital for invalid women in Harley Street, London.

In March, 1853, Russia invaded Turkey. Britain and France, concerned about the growing power of Russia, went to Turkey's aid. This conflict became known as the Crimean War. Soon after British soldiers arrived in Turkey, they began going down with cholera and malaria. Within a few weeks an estimated 8,000 men were suffering from these two diseases.

When Mary Seacole heard about the cholera epidemic she travelled to London to offer her services to the British Army. There was considerable prejudice against women's involvement in medicine and her offer was rejected. When The Times publicised the fact that a large number of British soldiers were dying of cholera there was a public outcry, and the government was forced to change its mind. Nightingale volunteered her services and was eventually given permission to take a group of thirty-eight nurses to Turkey.

Nightingale found the conditions in the army hospital in Scutari appalling. The men were kept in rooms without blankets or decent food. Unwashed, they were still wearing their army uniforms that were "stiff with dirt and gore". In these conditions, it was not surprising that in army hospitals, war wounds only accounted for one death in six. Diseases such as typhus, cholera and dysentery were the main reasons why the death-rate was so high amongst wounded soldiers.

Military officers and doctors objected to Nightingale's views on reforming military hospitals. They interpreted her comments as an attack on their professionalism and she was made to feel unwelcome. Nightingale received very little help from the military until she used her contacts at The Times to report details of the way that the British Army treated its wounded soldiers. John Delane, the editor of newspaper took up her cause, and after a great deal of publicity, Nightingale was given the task of organizing the barracks hospital after the battle of Inkerman and by improving the quality of the sanitation she was able to dramatically reduce the death-rate of her patients.

Although Mary Seacole was an expert at dealing with cholera, her application to join Florence Nightingale's team was rejected. Mary, who had become a successful business woman in Jamaica, decided to travel to the Crimea at her own expense. She visited Nightingale at her hospital at Scutari but once again Mary's offer of help was refused.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Mary Seacole started up a business called the British Hotel, a few miles from the battlefront. Here she sold food and drink to the British soldiers. With the money she earned from her business Mary was able to finance the medical treatment she gave to the soldiers.

Whereas Florence Nightingale and her nurses were based in a hospital several miles from the front, Mary Seacole treated her patients on the battlefield. On several occasions she was found treating wounded soldiers from both sides while the battle was still going on.

In 1856 Florence Nightingale returned to England as a national heroine. She had been deeply shocked by the lack of hygiene and elementary care that the men received in the British Army. Nightingale therefore decided to begin a campaign to improve the quality of of nursing in military hospitals. In October, 1856, she had a long interview with Queen Victoria and Prince Albert and the following year gave evidence to the 1857 Sanitary Commission. This eventually resulted in the formation of the Army Medical College.

To spread her opinions on reform, Nightingale published two books, Notes on Hospital (1859) and Notes on Nursing (1859). With the support of wealthy friends and John Delane at The Times, Nightingale was able to raise £59,000 to improve the quality of nursing. In 1860, she used this money to found the Nightingale School & Home for Nurses at St. Thomas's Hospital. She also became involved in the training of nurses for employment in the workhouses that had been established as a result of the 1834 Poor Law Amendment Act.

Nightingale held strong opinions on women's rights. In her book Suggestions for Thought to Searchers after Religious Truths (1859) she argued strongly for the removal of restrictions that prevented women having careers. Read by John Stuart Mill, it influenced his book on women's rights, The Subjection of Women (1869).

Nightingale was also strongly opposed to the passing of the Contagious Diseases Act. However, Nightingale was unwilling to become involved in the campaign led by Josephine Butler to get this legislation repealed. Nightingale preferred working behind the scenes to get laws changed and disapproved of women making speeches in public.

Women such as Elizabeth Garrett Anderson and Sophia Jex-Blake were disappointed by Nightingale's lack of support for women's doctors. Nightingale had doubts at first about the wisdom of this campaign and argued that it was more important to have better trained nurses than women doctors.

In later life Florence Nightingale suffered from poor health and in 1895 went blind. Soon afterwards, the loss of other faculties meant she had to receive full-time nursing. Although a complete invalid she lived another fifteen years before her death in London on 13th August, 1910.

http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/REnightingale.htm
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Can a slave be free?

They were compensated, knowingly deceived with the freedom of the enfranchisement letter. The subject is: can a slave be free? No! It passes of a slavery for other. The slave is free but it is not freed, he doesn't get to survive, because they didn't give him access the any instruction, the any profession.

He should demand that privilege. But as, if he doesn't know how to read, he doesn't know how to write. In this condition of the Movements of Liberation, to free be to neo-to enslave, for neo-colonialism. The Movements of Liberation free half dozen, their bosses, her tribe. They pass to the condition of new bosses of new slaves.

This that happened with Black's Africa independence was. Educated African opportunists in the White civilization, struggled for the independence, they promised well-being to their people, they ran with the settlers, later they remembered that the Whites before they be banished, they should be some time, for us to leave the Blacks the necessary professions, to maintain the countries in the normality.

Anyway the White civilization supported that abandonment. They knew with sarcasm, that an inapt crowd of slaves would satisfy the continuation of their desires. In the colonial administration some fell crumbs, in the neo-colonialism, that initials stopped existing. It was substituted for other: the profit of the spilling. It is easier, he neither gives work nor nuisances to explore. It is for that that it is said that the hunger is not white, it is black.

PEPETELA. The mystery of the Chinese passports

The colonialism and the slavery still didn't end not. It is urgent the foundation of another movement of liberation of Angola… of world liberation movements.

Very mysterious, Pepetela only to notice in the announcements of the Newspaper of Angola Jornal de Angola the mystery of the Chinese passports, it is not?!
He didn't see the mystery of the announcements for unjustified abandonment of the service. Will it be that they died from hunger? Were they murdered? Concerning you they fled because the bosses wanted to use them lying in the beds. This thing of sexual blockade is so normal, so institutional.

Also the mystery of the announcements of so much company of real estate speculation. The market has such inundation of this scoria, it doesn't arrive for all clear, that it is explained like this part-marry him and the robbery of lands. In another way they don't survive.

And the announcements of electric generators? Rude business is not?! Is the electrical energy abandoned for to invoice in the generators?!
And the funereal announcements? How many didn't Pepetela repair died murder victims? And how many and did how many die from hunger?

Didn't Pepetela also notice that the newspaper only announces, does it flatter a party, always the same, because it will be?
Finally he notices although the friend Pepetela only purchase the Newspaper of Angola Jornal de Angola because of the announcements and to wrap the garbage. Me also.

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To govern is a crime

Luanda. - GRN, Cabinet of National Reconstruction, of the Presidency of the Republic of Angola, maintains since the 21 of March of 2008 in private jail, three youths accused of the robbery of a vehicle. In Radio Station to Wake up.

The imperial dictatorships are as invasions of mosquitoes that prick us, they pursue us, they are in force us, they suck us the blood day and night.

In the reality the neoliberalism is a rude copy of the communist dictatorship of the proletariat. It is the most merciless disguise of the most barbaric communism.

I don't know when I will return to the civilization.

They impress the crimes that the government gangs submit in the populations. Colonels and generals in the power generate death. Human generators that intoxicate us, kill us with the tobaccos of their human’s powers.

The acts of the government are crimes daily, constant. Nowadays to govern is an agent pure crime. When illiterate populations vote for, he necessarily leaves an illegitimate government, of illiterates.

Everything is so habitual, so normal because finally all the world criminals joined and they took the power. And not there is anybody what drops them (?).

The biological corrosion of the dictatorial steel of the oppression leads us to the following conclusion: for us to free is us pressing the creation of a new movement of liberation of Angola… of world movements of liberation.

Pic: http://www.elmundo.es/albumes/2009/02/09/sombra_reivindicada/index.html

The basilica of the more thirty and such years

It is that, nor those that struggled took a risk the life for putting in the power, they respect. On the contrary, they despise us. What people is this?!

We lived for at any moment
we die
For here the level of cruelty left the limit
A lot of human destruction will happen, it will come

And destroying found our rail
of our road without future
We leaned ourselves in the walls in ruins
and we fell. No more we got up

The number of the youths with luxury cars arises
It was foreseen in the General Budget of the State
The power of the money sold
He won the weakness of the love

They will return, nothing will change
Again you eat us bogeys
Of the crowds
Plus five hundred years of superstition
With basilica, with curse

He came with the habitual curse
And he doesn't know, nor does it interest him
That he already did died and wounded
How many more he will leave, he will abandon
will he kill?

And the hosts' personal fortunes
They will be blessed
Because there will be many surpluses
To corrupt the papal to can
For the basilica to raise

The regiment papal scout
He competes, rival with the presidential
Two regiments that get confused
In the reality they are only one
Of the same dictatorship

There is no difference among the dictatorship of the sky
and the one of the earth


Picture: weekly publication in Luanda, O País

Meditating. Democratic army

This opposition is as the rocks in the marine margins. Submissive, laziness is left, to beat for the waves that beat strong, of Mpla. Passive rocks buried in the sand, they pick it sunbathings.

The democracy is as the electrical current. Only flow if good drivers exist. When there are many short circuits, it is because the installation is fragile. The fuses found at any moment and the opposition extinguishes, it darkens.

It is also as believers hopelessly kneeling and they say it current eternity.

The democracy in the world is still very incipient. I don't know which her usefulness is because it doesn't get to win his worst enemy: the dictatorship of the pollution.

The democratic wind is very cold, frozen. Then, in an infested country, corroded for generals, is impossible the democracy to work. It is a motorized democracy, monitored, militarized, always formed, and stopped soldierly. It is a democratic army, without exercise.

The medicines of the dictatorships poison the democracy.

Impression Nascent Sun

Everything is wrong and however one persists in the mistake.

The galloping tuberculosis enrolled in the picture of the epidemics. In the hospital, the available places are unavailable.
In spite of some new focuses, the cholera, was said, no longer had it scared. It equips it doctor affirmed that it would be extinguished in the next five years.

This is world of dinosaurs, stone beings with minds of incoherent sources, that they disable the validity of the light natural, cerebral. Hollow of line it lasts… fish us in her insanity. Shocks are prescribed in the dark fabrics but, the encephalons insist that depend on his uselessness… perfectionists of the Murphy's Law.

Lacking, believers in the for life power stay skeletal to the death, to disorder. Disuse they the guilty conscience, they don't advance young substitutes' formation. They become tired in the creation of jobs, in the opportunities to the rejuvenated gray mass. The bridges tumble, the one of the power no.

The most powerful man and the weakest man don’t have the same importance. The weakest man is more important, because at any moment it drops the most powerful man.

My best friend is the silence of the odour of the embalmed forest sanctity, of the admitted laments, convinced. My enemies are the other four horsemen of the apocalypse: the real estate speculators, the lawyer, the doctor, and the agent mortuary. But, my largest fear is to be burned for heresy.
We believed, we defended resolutions, revolutions, and later we let to crawl in the current of the hateful poverty

They educated me, they taught me, they re-educated me that the Western civilization is superior. Later I discovered with lonely smiles, the all was harmed. I didn't produce statues, or other works of art, because my beauty, the purism in my ways, is rebirths for the artist’s lovers of the superior’s primitivisms. My civilization is inferior in the technology, but it is superior in my Impression of Nascent Sun.

A thing is impossible steal us… the hunger

There are thirty three years that MPLA colonizes us, it saddens us a lot, because it steals us the dreams and he sells them to the neo-colonialism.

The atmosphere that we lived is again perfectly colonial. We have to insist on our liberation. Our life, our destinies, are the eternal fight against the oppression of a small Historical group, that obstinately thinks everything belongs them.
Gil Gonçalves

«The colonial society understands the foreigners of metropolitan origin, that is, of the country settler, the Europeans or of no-metropolitan white race and the not European, usually of Asian origin, the coloured or colour men. The groups don't play the same part in the colony but each one of them has pre-eminence on the autochthonous ones. The one of metropolitan origin is it more assets, because it fits to him the function of dominating politics, economical and spiritually.

Their attributions can be classified in the following way: the administration drives the colony according to the colonial politics; the commercial and industrial companies assume the exploration of the production, similar of organizing the profits in benefit of the metropolis, called process of pillage of the dominated society; finally, the Christian missions, entrusted of the education of those colonized, of the conversion of their souls and of her progressive direction to the ruler's universe. The whites no metropolitan and the Asians (coloured) they are devoted to intermediate" commercial activities. (MUNANGA, 1988: 10-11) »

In http://www.espacoacademico.com.br/013/13cpraxedes.htm

Dear! It will always be welcome in this raft of the love.
It is like this MPLA has just renewed the same neo-colonialism, project to the Nation.

They came to rediscover the wealth, the smell of the life of the soil
After Gondwanaland fallen rain
And of my scream of victory of the eagle
When hovering in the heights, to go down and to hunt the prey

Without bitterness
In the silent sound, current of the water of the river
Shaded for the foliages green, billowing
Of the birds, in the ships nidifys. Then he deforested

El Che arrived, he left, it didn't free me

My friend Countess of Mount Christ taught me
He uses Mona Lisa's smile and wait until you get to recover
Everything that they harassed us
They stole, they steal us, and they assault us. Stay us invisibles, transparent

A thing is impossible steal us… the hunger

Here, HELL!

Even without thunderstorm, listen him a lot of thunders. Those that leave the escapes free from the motorcycles. Those same ones, the one of the White civilization. When the smoke comes out white is good. When darkness, is bad. It is contrary to the White god's purposes.

A god with colours: Black, white, red, yellow… a god for each colour, for each people, for each race. Ah… the humans, only they could invent a thing like this. Ah… so tired of these things I am, that no longer I know what am. The relativity of the time generated me and it parked me in the harvest of the published, grandiose ecological disaster. No matter how much it tries, unadapt me to the terrestrial railway sleeper.

When will I return to the nebula comet? There are endless years wait that you come to rescue me. I disable myself in this planet of this Luanda. In the another I lived so happily… with my parents in the family fraternity. I don't know, I come undone because I am unable to understand. I want to return, take me!

In the world of the inhuman ones I will only die, abandoned, nobody will tie me. For something… it is not necessary. They only think about the money. If that is lives, that my God, my Green angel hears me him not to abandon me him to transport me.

I AM TO ALERT FOR THE DIRECTION THAT THEY WANT TO TAKE US. He is not the boy, they are not the rains, volcanoes, hurricanes, typhoons, seaquakes, earthquakes - this always happened and it will happen - they are the damned ones political that in the mismanage, that they want his alone world. LET US RENOUNCE MORE TO LIVE WITH BUILDERS OF WALLS.

The emeraldine of the leaves of the plants disappears. It suffers, because the forces of fast intervention hate the green. Everything that is gray, red of the colour of the hell in life it is negotiable. They arrived, they are among us, and nobody seems if he notices. We are commanded, enslaved, for beings of this world, terrible, merciless… it seems science fiction, but it is not. The human race of the opposition of Luanda, of Unita, it will be exterminated.

Wake up people, before it is late. The ones that govern us, the most powerful, the owners of our world, of our lives, of our destiny, covered with earth in the earth of Angola, they didn't come from another planet. They will put an end to our lives.

YOU OF THE WORLD SECRETE ESTALINISTA WANT TO PUT DOWN HERE FOREVER.

Pic: Angola em fotos

TRUTH

Bank Millennium Angola, a bank Jack Sparrow.

When a government misfortune the population, is in a Jurassic impasse. However we continued with the parties, the noisiest possible. Because just this that they taught us was. Nothing else knows… what to do. Except the great hunger that approaches inevitable (?). But, in Luanda, no there is nobody what speaks of economy (?). Economists' infested Luanda. They are so many, so many that nobody can tell them. Of a thing we know: they passed, they confuse the mice.

Bank Millennium Angola, a bank of the Beyond.

"José Sócrates is, as boss of the Portuguese Executive, the person that has power in more Portuguese strategic companies. Reap-if-him José Eduardo dos Santos. No private Portuguese has power in as many administration pieces of advice as those two statesmen."
In
http://www.jornaldenegocios.pt/index.php?template=SHOWNEWS&id=346106

We were born in the obedience and in the subservience of God. Dements in the constant threat that we would be punished. In the superstition that He watched us. It is like this in the floods.

And the bosses didn't pay us for the work that we did, applauded, laugh, of our divine superstition. The religion is always leaned in the dictatorships, because in them they are protected, they avenge in the lack of instruction of the people. It is the more illiteracy better, more factories. Then later, we discovered the truth that is the falsehood of the Church.

And other religion subsists marginal, satanic, the one of the soccer. That the crowds that follow her, so stupidities, that if inhumane them and in mutants they changed. They crawl in the clergyman, as destructive bankers of our future.

And we continued, and we wanted to study in a university, but we saw that these things are also for false rich. Because all the ones that the they are necessarily had to steal. It is easily is proven, a Technician of Bills is enough just tried to analyze some documents of the accounting of a company. For instance: Belmiro de Azevedo, Américo Amorim and Fernando Ulrich that remain silent. Stop speaking for illiterates. They stole and they steal the Portuguese people. Because in a wild world of thieves - where everything is false - to survive it is imperious to steal. They will be properly judged and condemned by the popular forces, since the tribunals don't work. Who is honest continues in the faith of the prison of God, with the death right, guaranteed.

Already abandon us voting for in political parties, because we know beforehand that it is a pure waste of time. Many years passed and we just saw - just as in the documents accountants - presidents and prime ministers… democratic they steal her or they support her who does him. We attended the total discredit.

Just as imagines, we saw the fortress of the international terrorism rise as Poseidon of the bottoms of the seas and to expire - yes, the terrorism will prevail -. Because the governments just offer us thieves, corrupt and destruction general, total. They are totalitarian democracies. Democratic crimes voted for in the elections that cross any endless history. Democracies appoints, sympathetic, tolerant with whom he does us terrible badly… the banks and bankers.

They were exceeded when they got to dirty, the love to vulgarize. They eclipsed him in the industrial dejects. They undressed him completely and they joined him the woman and they filmed us, they photographed us close to artificial idyllic landscapes, because the natural ones left in the bank sub primes. As well as the healthy children, that before they be born… they are already sick. Unhealthy bank civilization.

And continuum’s to make an effort in the study and in the work. Surrender us exemplary technicians, but never humans. But anything if it altered, the bosses didn't pay us, they stole us. Then we ended: for the life to continue is necessary a permanent revolution, arm or not. Because the world governments, presents, exterminate us. And we should riot yes! Before they finish us. Fear for something!? Of something!? Because died or alive, are we condemned.

Then, with so many presidents and prime ministers corrupt, crooked, wicked, thieves, lying. We decided, or better: we discovered the TRUTH. Everything is falsehood. Exams of believing… we didn't believe in them. So that we can live in peace will owe: at once we should extinguish the religion and the politicians. As they won't calmly go, for very violent days are waited. The hungry persons don't need banks, bankers and governments for us to survive. On the contrary. The war is declared. Let us struggle for the end of this society, of this civilization. Already all saw, we felt that the actual of the things kills us!

So much and so much cruelty that they did us and obstinately they do. They stole us the work, the lands, invaded us the homes, they surround us of poisonous gauzes for in the chirp us.

When we looked at any side, we only see occupation forces, foreigners or not. They did us, they increased in the more terrorists. The western democracies and USA, are experts in the formation, defeatists' production, terrorist. Everything that we have, wins honestly with many sacrifices, everything does, they invent for us to steal us. Are they to see?! Are we countless millions of terrorists, and did we seem not to exist. We will arrest them, to judge them and to condemn them again to the secular arm.

"Of future we will have a society with degraded political institutions, with an obsolete politics and a class of irresponsible managers. It is the collapse of the regime, it is something new that we didn't know and that will worry hereafter... there is No justice or it goes being done after the validity, but without punishment, in times after the death... "
In Bcp Crime

And everything that is truth, about the sun in the breaches of the concrete in the cities, and the more beautiful woman of all of the things: the green of the plants, the marine waves, agitating of wings of the birds, the calm of the rivers, brooks, streams and lakes. Forests and forests that courageously survive the just a species. The bankers and their damned banks.
This sociological building that they raised in the falsehood and in the cruelty, in the same way it will be destroyed.

My gentlemen… we are going to them!

Pic: http://www.elmundo.es/albumes/2009/02/06/max_ernst_semaine/index.html

The empire of the sorcery

Angola is alone for foreigners.

Tuia ko Mussulo Kossota o wanga ko Kaxito. We are going to Mussulo to look for the strong sorcery the sorcery of Kaxito.
In Ângela Ferrão

At this time the suffering of the population of the concentration camp of Luanda, is merciless. The rain falls heartless and abundant. He takes advantage the false engineers' false works, servants that still sip the true dollars that remain of the real treasure very well.

The waters invade the false city of the generals, and Gilgamesh is done present in a Luanda without direction, without sense, without prow. This is one more Luanda of the death. It is silent, human as the rage of the dogs and furious humans.

With conniving governments with any banker, idiot, saddlebag, any entrepreneur enriches from one day to the next. And those entrepreneurs cat-dripped have fun that will be published as of the richest of the world. It is evidenced that who enriches like this, the poor crowd impoverishes. Finally, any stupid is ruling, entrepreneur or banker.

The rulers of the nation’s world presents are not it. They are criminal highly dangerous.


Almost fifty years…

They are almost published fifty years ago, so many and so many spoken project’s. The short, the medium and long term. Always with surplus value… never any he took place, he will take place.

The victory of the hunger announced by the political commissaries of the economy of the crisis. At this time, the world is a horrible place to live. When the people are stupid, the rulers are smart.
And no longer have countries, nations existed. Only aberrations.
It is interesting to notice that on this time of total destruction, only the injustice works.

The politics actual is the art of as just with words, they are destroyed, they sink in the boat of the poverty of the hunger, nations, worlds.
And after the chaos economic, the Age of the Darkness.
What happens at present with the chaos economic world, it is the evident proof that the politicians and the politics don't have any value. Maybe those in the recycled garbage have some use, who knows.

What happens at present in the world economy, it is like other Vietnam.
The actual world crisis is as a soccer game, among depositing and bankers. At this time the bankers win for ten to zero.
When the militants militate in the economy, the country is of bikini briefs.
Without incomes, the slave cannot pay imposed.

Again the process of the revolutionary crisis, in that suddenly so many political commissaries appear, now contemplated medical democrats, for us to cure the crisis

Everything is turned. Now, good government is to empty the public safes. It is to alter constitutions for, already corpses, skeletons; they continue the seating bones in the armchairs of the power. Everything is shuffled. Already nobody knows what democracy is. The computer Matrix is there… it governs us.

Is there some legal war?

The human being's facet more subtle is the unhealthy betrayal, pathology of the reason. Flooded of scorers, her mind doesn't have flavour, nor colour.
I got ready for the fragility of the sleep of the night. Does God exist or does it subsist?
The shock of the humanism with the human jungle is as an infested sea of sharks.
Is there some legal war? Are the wars legal? Is to invade a country legal? No… it is the lethal lethargy.

We are properly prepared for we are neo-colonized. Servants serve medieval again.
Not having ideals humanists the nation’s dismays.
The Bible, the French Revolution and Marx promote in the History. Billions of deads testify us.
When the general budget of an absolute kingdom is approved, it is voted for the continuation of the poverty in the generality.
We are a factory of ambulatory garbage. Where arrived, we were, put down us, left everything sanded. Our minds manufacture dirt’s.

The population with dedication falsifies documents. It accomplishes the duty, the address of the executive power, forger to can.
The false power is narcotic, it numbs, and it falls asleep.
When the prices of the petroleum arise, the banks increase. When the prices lower too much, the banks decrease
There are people that ascend to the slavery. There are people that will always dominate.

I prefer a thousand times to live humiliate in the settlers' homeland of what to die to the hunger in my kingdom.
When a damned one dies get happy the hearts, because the cruelty decreased. It is short sun, another is born, and great cries and sadness are reborn.
The death proves that no there is nobody indispensable.
When a kingdom doesn't have highways, she travels on tiptoe.

The vulgar of us, about who doesn't know to do anything else, especially the lazy ones, it invents, it celebrates the dolce far niente.
Zebra, where do you go? Without feet, without legs, without skulls!
The infantile and juvenile behaviour is the adults' mirror THE behaviour zebra mirrors the other animals.
To survive, the easiest is to resell.
With words democratic spirit the next ruler is chosen, but what works with bravery is not chosen.

With so much prostitution and drug, it is not possible to move forward, to get better.
No longer there are instants, everything is distant.
The arrogance, inhumanity, disrespect for the human life, and the militarism of the USA, they strengthen the communism, Islamism and the terrorism.
A government is entitled of defending of the internal and external attacks.
Will valid elections be with generals in the power?

Global hunger

«The century XX delegated us great social simplifications. On a side, proposed of a widespread nationalization, with the central planning as beginning regulator, and a redeeming class, the proletariat; on another side, the exacerbated privatization, the invisible hand as regulation instrument, and other redeeming class, the bourgeoisie.

On behalf of these simplifications they were done, and they are still promoted, atrocities simply unacceptable for a civilized world. The fact of her to let to die of hunger and of other ridiculous causes 11 million children a year, when we have the resources technical, financial and organizational to solve the problem, it is a shock for the most elementary human decency. »

In Information for the citizenship and the maintainable development

Ladislau Dowbor

If I am hungry, and don't I have anything to eat, what badly did do? Because they don't give me food? Alive among people, or with irrational beings? I hope Zeus puts an end shortly to this. Some - the minority - they deserve to live. Most is for English to see. But, who does to live deserve?

Put our pictures there in your murals of the hunger, for they remember us. Of more victims than they tried to cross the walls inhumane of the shameful hunger, and they didn't get. Now they imposed us the modern fields of the concentration of the global hunger.

The day appears, it clears up, one plus, other time without hope. One more day of hunger. What will eat today? I don't know! We don't know, nobody knows, nobody wants to know. It is like this our life. It is this the legacy of the White man's civilization. Hunger! Always hunger! The civilization of the hunger. We are not part of the History, they lost us in her.

The wolves

When the hunger presses, the wolves get off the mountain. The humans say that they are animal very dangerous that should be depressed. Efforts are mobilized, the wild animals are famished, they defend to survive, the humans also. These humans destroyed the place where the wolves lived, and they ate. What difference does have between the wolves and the humans? Only one: the wolves lived peacefully before the humans to arrive. Will there be more dangerous wild animal than the human being? No, no there is!

Which is the species that deserves to be extinguished? "The biped ones! “ Which?

Those that take oath when the ring is put them in the finger that:

And after the marriage, of the love promises for a lifetime to her lover, they will exercise their weapons in the poor and defenceless animals to prove his virility.

For us to offer the hunt trophies, of the inglorious unhappiness. On that day pomp’s and villages are thrown. One nobler horseman was built. The Horsemen of the Temple rejoice. One more statue will be erected. The best, which more killed, which more hunger and suffering provoked… it receives as prize a statue.

During a thousand years, their followers will proclaim that he invented the love. Blood will be spilled, a thousand times unrestricted. All will lift their swords to the air and before oath they will say: this vein of the skies, and forever it will be blessed.

The animals think that the man is irrational

The ship pursued the destiny Atlantic Ocean, the sea that taught the men to navigate. Then they improved the ships and they reshipment, they were discovered with other people. He seemed unbelievable, but other people relating to springs that stepped existed surrounded incommensurable wealth.

With coveted eyes and dizzy heads were bent the exploiters before so many unexplored mountains of gold. Eldorados, islands charmed, mysterious cities of the gold, emeralds, diamonds, silver, petroleum, uranium. And they killed themselves, they were finished off and they killed. Human wealth, people… civilizations stroke with a swords, shootings, just because their gods were trees, rivers and earth. They were them superiors because they loved the Nature. Now the neo-exploiters are skinned and they skin. Skilful superficial stupid.

I revived, and I learned again to love, to develop the love of my God implanted in the illuminated tree of emeralds, irreplaceable green wealth.
I praised my inclinations Anfitrite, Ocean and Mentor for the pleasure of the improvised sushi. And come back us to our sounds, as if the sea understood, it participated mute and quiet.
- Mentor, my friend… I am not going in the footballs of the white balls, nor in the mellifluous politicians' politics.
- The author of FFF* is respected… the human being needs the proof of constant fire. As the great hypnotists of crowds, that they lead us to the final solution.
- The dogs are free, us no.
- Don't I understand?!
- They can bark, we lost that right.
- For that kennels exist.
- What is discrimination.
- Yes. There is no difference between the men and the dogs.
- There is one. They eat the same food.
- Then the criminals should be in the kennels, and the dogs in the men's prison.
- It is time of ending with that injustice.
- The man is not an animal.
- For right, the animals think that the man is irrational.

*FFF: Fado, popular Portuguese song. Futebol, football. Fátima, Pilgrimage place in Portugal.

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Penelope navigates in the immortal silence of the love

- I am fed up with this life shit and of the humans, I only want to return for
My immortal Penelope.

He saw her that Ulysses felt as stagnated boat. He wanted to navigate but it didn't get, because the rocks in earth are not compared to the of the sea. These are previsible, and the ones that are in earth have many unexpected tentacles. Good wind came Ulisses.
- To a lot of age he brings a lot of fatigue of many adventures. He arrived the hour of the rest. When Ithaca returns, I hope Penelope is not displeased when telling me I am not entitled to the old age pension, after so much to work, after so much to struggle, to fight and to fill the pockets of the other ones. That will be a great injustice. An entire work life… the old to arrive and not to have right the anything. Do they move the times? No! Who changes them, it is to increase the hunger that before existed, but now there are no seas that if they compare him. Always against the tide… of manners that I didn't see anything again, of bass, and to the surface of the oceans. A thing saw in earth, a thing that I never thought to see: the cruelty and the hunger increased so much, that nor Zeus can quantify him. Like this, what Zeus does forgive me and Apollo also… but with so much hunger, as it is that will have faith and to love my God?

It was noticed that Ulysses swells the sails, awaiting winds of good feature to do to the sail, in the constant escape of the sea for earth, of the earth for the sea. There is Sargassum Sea, in earth there are many businessmen. Ulysses knows that the man's destiny is the inhumanity.
- The civilizations are seaquakes. They emerge and they submerge… they appear and they disappear. It is this human being's tragic destiny. When he is born is inoffensive. Later, surrounded by the forces of the evil, I was instructed to destroy. They don't lack malefactors, teachers of the diabolical sciences. Never entrust the feelings to anybody, because in the times that run will be mocked. The human being only understands, he only answers with the language of the violence. He proclaims the damned extermination of the species, but nor all will perish. The wise person humanist will survive, later he will build a world new, free damned. Let to detest them, to reign on this time, because in the next flood they will never reign.

When it appears in the horizon a white dove full of bright light, it is the sign for the armies of the darkness move forward. They will come with crosses of blood in their fabrics, and their swords will be invisible. A great terror will fall about the nations that they will be undone, and a great red lake, of the colour of the blood, will cover the surface of the Earth. The children will run to their mothers' encounter, and they won't find them. The birds will be dye of red, nobody will escape from the divine fire.

He pleased me to call him apocalyptic prophet Ulysses, but I controlled. He feared that the fury of Achilles invaded him. Ulysses gives two violent punches in the table. It is heard the return of the shots, and the barking dogs. He laughs her, and speech for the waves of the moonlight, that flood the night of spread sails:
- Host, the beer flutters. Still in the lack a lot for us to arrive besides the profundities of the earth.
Mentor applauded. He revived more beer than it was moved happily in the look of the navigators. Ulysses refreshed:
- And nothing will remain of humanism, but the purification of the elect ones will survive. Those, the elect ones, will be forever the Blessed ones, and they will reign for ever and ever. The life is short, the love is long. He doesn't exist, it will never exist any powerful sword that it puts an end to him.

The one that believe will know the secrets of the Universe, and in this place the gold coins don't have value.

Foto: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ficheiro:JohnWilliamWaterhouse-PenelopeandtheSuitors(1912).jpg

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She begs in the nude street

She begs in the nude street without mirror to aim at me
Maybe tell me struggle again
And to kill

I lost the will, no longer I know how to love
Because my petroleum and diamonds
They were, they don't already here remain
They are a lot besides the sea

See what did me, and they didn't keep
The sounds that now feel, of the nude feet and extended hands
My name is for sale that lost feeling

As a small window, that not even that already have
And my name was the future… after of the year 2000
My future, my clock stopped, no longer it is used
In the programs turned without computer

Nor I began, I stopped, waiting the hour, delay to speak
I lost the escalade of the veil that leads me to the sky

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Corpses

The truck loses control. In the main rail two containers they are unbalance, they walk border out, and they rest at dock dries, where three vehicles receive death penalty without appeal to tribunal by arbitration. The populace with the very awake hunger thanks God for the draft of the day.
The money of the petroleum is the Terror of the French Revolution. A lot of money, many democrats, and many adventurers to give a help. A very rich nation with many poor, with few very rich.

The propaganda unconvinced walks her for the neighbourhoods in the ineffective retentive memory of to clear to the confused beaters electrics for they tie not threads, because they cause many fires and human carbonizations. Many cables electrics, guaranteed fires. At night, in the clumsy alcoholic torpor, it happens who supplies generator with candle of lit wax, and it is with the candle in the hand. The democracy is as an installation electric, she should have good circuit breakers.

A recurrent criminal of the cellular phones didn't get tired of the prison. The conniving mother favoured it, she paid to see him out of the grating. Mom got tired and he didn't loosen it. An uncle freed it. He arrived home much depreciated, and he asked the mother: "because you didn't remove me of the prison?” and he gave him a mercy shot.

Until the corpses they popularized… in this kingdom they are transported as vulgar merchandise.

Pic: Angola em fotos

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TO LIVE

Without formation, the slave frees continues in the servitude. Because without readings, without books, it is country without future.

To live, it is to listen it that you feudal it orders us, it ordered us. Because anything seedling, nothing changed. So many billions of dollars and the plague of the hunger expire, it convinces. So much time of the times lost at the parties of the football, and the new crowds are million fallen asleep, lost in the treachery of the African circus. And in the end they are chosen, medal him presidential heroes. To build stadiums is important, libraries and universities no, because it is very expensive, it is a waste of money, and he gives a lot of effort to form a picture. It is long many years, while a football player is formed in the street with a ball of rags. Later the formed pictures denounce our outrages. To the devil with them! To invoke the sorcery, here is our future wise person.

To live, it is after the liberation fight, freed them, no more they make manifestations, strikes, and they emit unfavourable opinions to the rulers. Because who goes against it will stop to the prison. The indulgence and support of the potentates are evidenced. The petroleum strengthens them the democracy, others have democratic elections of only one party. And where a lot of money is wasted, they always appear many democratic for us to help.

To live, it is to vote for and to await dully in the eternity that the things change. Of fact they always change, but they never get better. They are as the marine tides, they arise and they go down, they fill and they spill. The good democrats know him that is millenarian as the religion. And any difference doesn't exist between a political party and a Church suffering. Because all profess the same ideology: To can give money. The importance, the personal value of each one depends on the oil wells that possess. It is the more ostentation, luxury and unnecessary expenses more respected and feared will be among the crowds.

To live, it is to see all of the journalists in the prison… preferentially died, for the face generals I last eternally in the power. And all, especially all of them with any balanced thing in the head to sell, to deceive the destiny, and later to flee where, of the premature electoral fraud. To import alcohol is futurism, books never, never!

No, this is not to live! In the present battles nothing changed, it worsened, because the hunger, the poverty, the slavery, they multiplied. Technically the international experts that they receive rewards call, they affirm: “that is a boom of the economic development."
Will we never again have other Marx, other Che, and other Cohn-Bendit? Just some environmentalist? The revolutions ended, because the present’s minds are washed, genetically modified.

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Author and Philosopher, VOLTAIRE 1694 – 1778

“Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.”

Francois Marie Arouet (pen name Voltaire) was born on November 21, 1694 in Paris. Voltaire’s intelligence, wit and style made him one of France’s greatest writers and philosophers.

Young Francois Marie received his education at “Louis-le-Grand,” a Jesuit college in Paris where he said he learned nothing but “Latin and the Stupidities.” He left school at 17 and soon made friends among the Parisian aristocrats. His humorous verses made him a favorite in society circles. In 1717, his sharp wit got him into trouble with the authorities. He was imprisoned in the Bastille for eleven months for writing a scathing satire of the French government. During his time in prison Francois Marie wrote “Oedipe” which was to become his first theatrical success, and also adopted his pen name “Voltaire.”

In 1726, Voltaire insulted the powerful young nobleman, “Chevalier De Rohan,” and was given two options: imprisonment or exile. He chose exile and from 1726 to 1729 lived in England. While in England Voltaire was attracted to the philosophy of John Locke and ideas of mathematician and scientist, Sir Isaac Newton. He studied England's Constitutional Monarchy and its religious tolerance. Voltaire was particularly interested in the philosophical rationalism of the time, and in the study of the natural sciences. After returning to Paris he wrote a book praising English customs and institutions. It was interpreted as criticism of the French government, and in 1734 Voltaire was forced to leave Paris again.

At the invitation of a highly-intelligent woman friend, “Marquise du Chatelet,” Voltaire moved into her “Chateau de Cirey” near Luneville in eastern France. They studied the natural sciences together for several years. In 1746, Voltaire was voted into the “Academie Francaise.” In 1749, after the death of “Marquise du Chatelet” and at the invitation of the King of Prussia, “Frederick the Great,” he moved to Potsdam (near Berlin in Germany). In 1753, Voltaire left Potsdam to return to France.

In 1759, Voltaire purchased an estate called “Ferney” near the French-Swiss border where he lived until just before of his death. Ferney soon became the intellectual capital of Europe. Voltaire worked continuously throughout the years, producing a constant flow of books, plays and other publications. He wrote hundreds of letters to his circle of friends. He was always a voice of reason. Voltaire was often an outspoken critic of religious intolerance and persecution.

Voltaire returned to a hero’s welcome in Paris at age 83. The excitement of the trip was too much for him and he died in Paris. Because of his criticism of the church Voltaire was denied burial in church ground. He was finally buried at an abbey in Champagne. In 1791, his remains were moved to a resting place at the Pantheon in Paris.

In 1814, a group of “ultras” (a right-wing religious group) stole Voltaire’s remains and dumped them in a garbage heap. No one was the wiser for some 50 years. His enormous sarcophagus (opposite Rousseau’s) was checked and the remains were gone. (see Orieux, Voltaire, vol. 2 pp. 382-4.) His heart, however, had been removed from his body, and now lies in the Bibliotheque Nationale in Paris. His brain was also removed, but after a series of passings-on over 100 years, disappeared after an auction.

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Victor Hugo. A SUNSET (From "Feuilles d'Automne")

by: Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
LOVE the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,--
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.

This English translation of "A Sunset" was composed by Francis Thompson (1859-1907).

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