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Saint Paul Hymn (Brazil) (01)

2015-12-26T09:06:00.000-08:00

In her geography

She makes her poetry

She walked through the sidewalk

And in the walk she was enchanted

And in the glance it bewitched

In her camera she photographed

Possessed of life she walked

She frees nobody tied her

She felt that the destiny she loved

And she knew that a hymn praised

In the flora of the Atlantic she kept

The geography that a lot studied

A lot, a lot for beyond looked

And secret in the shells shot

In the sun of the sand it jumped

It is seduced solemnly was

The water came and it went left him

A conspiracy prepared

Always alert if it didn't tire

For besides the infinite it traveled

In the human jungle sat down

The drama of the paradise captured

A strong wave played

In her body it hopped

The mute foam if it approximated

The sun of the end of the day waited for her

She calmed her

The ash gray water of the yellow sun

Saddened, no, it praised the beautiful

The vegetation of the margin hid

For the marvel of a new day

As a camera the sun photographed

The waves that were mirrored

In the sky they gathered

The divine nature painted

How to create a dream and in him to live

In a palm tree a wave to beat

And in her house of the sea to go to bed

And to leave the sand to be slippery

In the dawn of a new day

Forgetting the previous nostalgia

A deep hope she invaded

Oh! As it is difficult to feel happiness

In her geography

She makes her poetry

It has been seven years that the death took you

2015-12-18T08:33:00.001-08:00

And wonderful memories left

Mother's love forever it was

The affection of your love to delight

For there of the sea see mountains loaded of dense thick fog topped by dark and threatening clouds that you don't let to hug me you.

I am in the margin sat down at the summit of a high rock contemplating you under agitating shipwrecked of two palm trees.

I extend my hands to caress you but the dense thick fog doesn't dare to leave me.

For there of those mountains where you are, the death is the memory of the eternal solitude. You, my mother, you rest in my eternal heart.

My mother that the time took

Your love never again hugged me

Here is my love that I give you

In this misfortune that dragged me

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It has been ten years that you waived me good-bye

2015-12-12T09:36:00.003-08:00

And you chose the eternal home for in her to live, and of there you never leave. As if it was the end of the world where is arrived and he never again breaks.

There are a departure and a farewell.

In that eternal rest your memory rests.

I desire a lot for the pieces of advice that you gave me because the human wild animal pursue me and the justice is invisible to defend, and I don't know as it protects me.

The life is as an enclosed island of dangerous sharks everywhere.

For many years when you were alive didn't get to hug you because the family that I constituted and the effective political system consumed me, they destroyed me the resources and the soul. In the poverty that they left me, they forced, still mourning for of her to free me. But who lives with the illiteracy the slavocrats appear of everyone and the tremendous fight to leave the cliff of the poverty becomes difficult, because the poverty is the empire of the building of the corruption. It was never spoiled with such easiness and impunity.

Father, where you are receives my hug

Oh! As they are abundant the longings of your lap

Desire to flee, to fly of this space

And to return for the shelter of the family, for her bow

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Nightmares of the nights of the tortures

2015-02-07T11:59:00.003-08:00

The owners of the earth live in foils

Because the owners of the crude oil are magnates

Republic of the tortures of Luanda

It is like this that in her walks her

We are a population of detainees

As animals for discount pursued

And with the money of the crude oil

They are anointed in the saint oil

Foils of zinc for modern houses

For the well-being of the populations

The project of the new life of the foils of zinc

And that they come more five

Rui Machete apologized to the corruption

Angola and Portugal don't have another solution

The journalists have to be Leninist

The one that are not are him in the lists

And the specialty committees

In the manifestation of the brutality

They use the weapons and knots the pens

The intelligence walks them of crutches

Many Chinese/ Portuguese

Of this people for nothing is not waited

Glory to our immortal king

And Rui Machete from Portugal

Democratic Angola without manifestations

They are prohibited as in other nations

Loosen them the militias

And the dogs police

Sold to the Portuguese and Chinese that we have

Without them that we will do?

Chinese export us the pollution

The Portuguese of the submission

Of the destruction

The opposition is been doesn't do manifestation

That is unconditional surrender

El-king D. Sebastião

He "fled of Fortress-Quibir

El King D. Sebastião

He got lost in a maze

With her real horse

Gypsies came from a distance

Ignored armed of scythes

Trying to deceive the people

They affirmed be them

El King D. Sebastião

And that it returned again"

In José Cid. El-king D. Sebastião's Legend

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Crude oil slavery and corruption

2015-02-03T08:05:00.000-08:00

Who dares to denounce murders

It is concisely for the tyranny judged

As the vulgar born criminals

Where in the tyranny the innocent is condemned

It is there went to the purchases the sister Isabel

Very easily she bought Portugal

Little it lacks her for the Nobel prize

With the promiscuity of the state bottom

Wow! This unsustainable hypocrisy

That he doesn't reveal us anything of positive

40 years of slavery night and day

Everything is celebrated that is negative

Imagine to poke a furious dog

It is that, it is going like this the Angolan politics

Pursued by the dark crude oil

Again under he listens in the streets to the civilian

And of them and of their politics I blocked myself

There I found false terrible friendships

Frightened, spurred of them I stood back

Of the lost time of their trivialities

Politicians escape from the national interest

They act exclusive in the personal interest

Blessed for the power of only one person

To can and such disproportionate wealth

In her crude oil always winners

And we in the hope always expired

In this homeland of our salespersons

In the unconstitutional baton soiled

It is prohibited to hear radios and to read newspapers

For the crude oil they are all and all state

Information of the national monarchies

Of the belligerent irrational instincts

Rice and Chinese spaghetti

Unpalatable they are sold in Kero

That more will have of so much vileness

More subjection to this doesn't want

The political disaster is consummated

And in the traffic bottled very much

The police take the escorted boss

Under the power of the counted time

While if it invests in the corruption

And in the uniforms we won't have education

Angola buried her in the betrayal

And of her he won't not resurrect

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And the goddesses of the love abandoned us

2015-01-29T07:13:00.001-08:00

During millennia I traveled the sea

And in thousands of islands I lived

But he didn't know in them to inhabit

A lot of love pyramids lived

That is for all the ones that died

And for the alive ones that they already died

And to those that abandoned us

Because in the dawn they traveled

But we to them will meet

It is shortly together there we will be

In the graves of the cut off ideas

Of the imposture of the robbed lives

I sat down in the secret of your melody

There is a lot that it didn't shine her

Because she is the light of my abbey

And without light it is your candle that illuminates me

The price of the crude oil always to go down

And the revolt, your love always to grow

To rejuvenate in a hymn, the dawn

In the memory of your dreams, to be born

One more field of jasmines makes a debut

And the tide of our love shrine is

The poets' jasmine sings the epic poem

The jasmine of Azores the winter of the faith

And in the castle of the crude oil handcuffed

For there I will fly in a great cavalcade

In the drawbridge with my sword

And to the freedom you will return my lover

And everything the princes of the crude oil dried

And the prohibition of the love decreed us

For the streets of the horror we will beg

Because the petroleum was already is not to give

And a quick wind agitates the waves of the bay

In the planted rocks the vegetation caresses

Indifferent the palm trees in her calm

Sea, sky, clouds, sun, life always in day

The democracy of the Occident is precious

But for million it is very hideous

The Occident supports the selfish dictatorships

The Occident is a factory of terrorists

They are millions of the democracy abandoned

They are million that hate the whites

That they terrify the Occident rioted

For the merciless neocolonialism of their banks

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The republic of the suitcases of the dollars

2015-01-19T07:01:00.000-08:00

Chinese is picked in the act crime

He is not afflicted

He shows the suitcase paste of the dollars of the code

To the mwangolé beggar

The Portuguese has a false work visa

He shows to the simpleton

The suitcase full of the dollars of the corruption

The mwangolé doesn't have option

Chinese fishes in the illegal high sea

No there is legal

The suitcase of the dollars display

And he has good answer

In the taverns they leave destroyed eggs

Properly legalized

Of the paste they leave some notes

For the stupid mwangolés

The bad examples come from top

But that pity

One more open suitcase

In the nation that doesn't wake up

This is easy is only to make money

In the suitcases to swim

No longer there is law in this earth

In a State of permanent war

At night it seems the martial law

So impartial

So silent so dismal

So unhealthy

The law of the jungle there is a lot that it exists

It is so sad

Lawless it is not possible to govern

The Power has to alternate

The law of the cork insists on being in force

The paste of the alimentary dollars

To the people it only remains the hope

Of an effective leadership

Any one does what wants

Angola is of rent

He opens the suitcase and it rains money

The mwangolé says that he is partner

To continue there won't be like this cure

That it satiates such conjuncture

In a depraved State

In the corruption consolidated

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This petroleum is our sea of whips that whips us

2015-01-16T09:29:00.001-08:00

In this stoned sea of hypocrisy

Where reigns dissolute gentlemen

He sits down the smell of the paralysis

And of the rottenness of the corrupt ones

The legitimate swindlers of Portugal

They come for such Angola and which

To burst the business fabric

They don't pay wages, that is legal

Angola and the Angolan ones come to help

And any one can emigrate

He becomes like this easier to plunder

Maidservants and dressmakers to work

They come with the macabre plan

Of enslaving the Angolan

If he gives to tolerate one more year

That is easy for who is gypsy

He makes your work mwangolé, he does

because near the end of the month

wage? kumbu?, won't you see him

The old, abandoned combatants

Stateless persons in the foreigners' homeland

They perish for you unconscious

It remains them surviving as bandits

Until there is discrimination in the obituaries

You of the petroleum are the Nation

The foreigners live, they have wages

And the Angolan monkeys? NO!

The ones that think that they dominate us

For more how long? One days?

Implacable our lives mourn

As in the dark melodies

Even in the streets they oppress surviving

They want a colonial Luanda

Already nobody more he can sell

In this celestial Portuguese Luanda

Each tuga at random that here sees the mirage

It is one more job than it diverts us

The poverty is exported in this mining

In this Angola where everything is purloined

It is the effective colonial dream

Again in present Angola

In that inglorious people's soul

The vile depressing cooperation

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Until the beaches they privatized

2015-01-02T10:07:00.001-08:00

And the Angolan earth shakes

of the million of miserable

roar

that in her fugitives stroll

for the forces of the repression and of the spoliation

repressed

in immense Tchavolas

spoiled and hungry persons

in agony

concentrated

Rioters of the manifestations

the GPL-Government of the Blow of Luanda

he exalts you… with sticks

And the Portuguese come for Angola

to work

And the Angolan space for Portugal

to walk

There, there is no work, it is alone

to dismiss

The more in the time, in the power

more poverty will have

to happen us

in Rome you are Roman

in Angola you are corrupt

where the dictatorship is implanted

the sorcery supplants her

that our life, that is everything to get better

clear, the corruption until it is at the altar

There are men that destroy homes

but only one man destroys a nation

Without electric power they give us the final blow

The increment of the poverty doesn't scare them

They are already habituated, programmed

and they have many Chinese

many foreigners to work her

and the mwangolés?!

It is for us to dismiss them

He wants in the deads, humiliated

arrested and executed

In the fields of the death

sparkled

And we are not able to nor we owed

to complain

They are of cocked weapons

they are to silence us

to kill

In this diabolical one to can

the hope that remains us

It is dying

Them more and more rich

in beauty

And us more and more rotten

of poverty

Only §. They are not allowed honest in this kingdom.

Our force is in the corruption.

Image: A file photo of an Angolan child sells bread on the street in the country's capital Luanda, April 17, 2005.

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In my princess's love without sea

2014-12-28T10:28:00.002-08:00

There is a long time that I wait for you

You went you that I always chose

Although I never met you

But I continue to your wait here

And in the river of the water of the dominated sun

In the vegetation of the gold green

In the margin of the greenish crag

The clouds hover in the cottoned sky

In the sandbanks white blue foams

They challenge gray promontories

In the lonely palm trees the mists

They are born in the harsh crags

In the tame waters he sleeps the vegetation

In the sleepy margins the meekness

The water is anxious and later he rests

As navigating of the millenarian dance

And the force of the wind bends the palm trees

And the clear and dark blue water gives jumps

And their trunks go down, mats

In the refuge of the dictatorship of the assaults

And the water pursues the power of the sand

In the constant it struggles between earth and sea

This will always be the sublime epic poem

Until our love they want to decimate

Branches is freed and they caress the sand

And they arrest the inviting shadow

And you know that there is no more full moon

Because in this sea of petroleum you are captures

And in this deserted island of the petroleum it is buried

Another island to the native ones spoiled

Forbidden of loving there won't be peace

My princess was expropriated

And of our moved away treasures

Of the islands of the petroleum outlawed

I and my princess beheaded

In the interiors of the beautiful castles

And the fight of our love is irresistible

In the waters of the rivers still unpolluted

Our love continues incorruptible

40 years ago in the absolute majorities

And a palm tree looks at the infinite sea

My princess will already survive

Already nothing else has to privatize

And of our love he will be born rioting

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The militias of our implacable destruction

2014-12-22T06:26:00.001-08:00

The militias attack sly

In the defense of the personal fortunes

With cannons and battering rams, turbulent

They protect the marginal foreigners

And the salespersons of palm trees

And their anal hair

Forces of the order no, militias yes

Of the flatterers type like this

The pink map of Angola

It is redrawn

Portuguese, Chinese, Brazilian

On the whole side

And the Angolan people in the new life

Desperate

In Angola there is a lot to do

For the foreigner well to live

And the Angolan ones nor grass to see

To eat

The great family is of tracks

He wanders in the direction of triturating

Of the immense wealth, never full

The most important is to make money

It is feel never exhausted

The rest - us - it is to abandon

An infested country of safeties

Of uniforms that hold the abundances

Of Brazil the prostitution comes

Of the business of the millions of dollars

The general denies, he says that not

Leaning for the palace and their pairs

And that nobody is opposed except

He will benefit of exemplary torments

The slaughter of the daily life

In this breed of people landowner

They live in the hope of his arrival

In Angola 2014 the year of the growth

They went up the social indicators of the torpor

The highways rehabilitated by the bribe

The objectives of the poverty have to impose

The Newspaper of Angola will announce virulent

A strong business class will be born

The Nation is strong but nothing will grow

The sirens and the escorts of the local power

And of the power of the economy of the cholera

So much tomato to deteriorate, national

Of the economical poverty that here lives

They prefer to import it of Portugal

Everything of Angola leaves

I pay to weight of irrational gold

In Angola it disproportionate

The injustice there is a lot that it was ordained

The fields are not cultivated

The power already knows who bought him

We only lived of imported products

The epidemic of the corruption everything took

In the intense smell to diesel oil eliminated

In a hand the adulterated Constitution

And in the other the sanguinary sword

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The opposition will take slaps

2014-12-16T10:00:00.000-08:00

The mediocrity follows the violence

The democracy follows the wisdom

In Rome you are Roman

In Angola you are corrupt, brother

And in the world the tugas run

They flee, they take refuge here

They make her easy money

With a, with couple

And third nationality

They are citizens of the world

Yes! Each one is citizen

In this earth of the rottenness

It is to see who is thief

In her false profession

And of her learned inaptness

And in this island of the heartless sirens

Where nobody knows about anything

The money disappears for magic

It is always who does it if it eulogizes

The tugas arrive as ants

In this Eden with their nestlings

They are for her bill and risk

Loyal to the corruption, that tidbit

Wild animal to the free for us to devour us

The slaver sink

He the sea of the corruption

The ship Angola without captain

Civilization of the tied hands

And of the cut off heads

Of located terrorists

And other legalized terrors

And the uproar is a serious torture

He doesn't give to think with stupid people

The peace already gave a lot of opportunities

It was already eliminated of the priorities

The duty is to work for the people

To build the new man's homeland

With the buried democracy

Petroleum and money of torrent

The headquarters of the petroleum is not satiated

In this insatiable plutocracy

It is been made of the petroleum go friend

Everything will be well with you

The opposition will take slaps

It is one more business, taskworks

With bars of iron executed

Under the domain of the unknown

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The abandoned children's landscape without place astonishes me riding

2014-11-16T08:05:00.000-08:00

The storm was intense and the waves of the sea seemed a steed without tamer. But even so we embarked in our ship of the love disposed to face the powers of the Nature, because there is a lot knew that anything, nobody wins the power of the love. Yes, the powers of the nature and of the love they are invincible.

When the love comes unfastened nobody arrests him

And it seems that until today that nobody learns

I fear that very few know how to love

Because the love is not in the glasses of a bar

When we are present everyday in the loved person's company the love is as shaky. But when we were absent, of our love we stood back, we carried the weight of the nostalgia of that painting and to the we look at the landscapes that surround us easily we see that they waive us with sadness. There is as that an intense electric activity that in everything interferes. When the circuits of the love are interrupted no there are fuses to restore them because easily they are founded. Of the love we cannot stand back with a lot of delay, because if we do him he will reject us pressing.

In the love without tracks the convoys don't circulate

They are been ashamed of hearts that stroll in them

As a ship that the stranger sea

Ghost ship with passengers of beyond-loving

The strong wind of the promontories agitates your beauty while your hair waves oppressed. It is listened the tremor of the water that furious he wants to free of the prison guards of the prisons of the stone walls. There are millennia that the crash of that sound pursues us, it pleads us that we save the waves that want to the another of their loves in the high sea to join.

There are many times that I don't see you

I conserve unharmed our desire

I am at a very distant castle

As Lancelot in the wandering love

A lot of children astonish me riding

Of their abandoned small bodies without place

Victims of the fateful hunters' discounts

With hypocrisy they call them my loves

Picture: Carmen dos Santos (Carmen Cardin)

S.O.S. UN! SURVIVE OF THE GANGS OF THE DEATH!

2014-11-06T04:15:00.001-08:00

The bank millennium in the street king Katyavala, in Luanda, Angola, has the generator at night to do a lot of gas and in the daytime, and the residents are with the windows and closed doors, but even so they are impeded of they live her normal life. The residents already complained but in vain. They are Portuguese of the teixeira duarte that have orders for us to kill us for later occupy the 3 buildings. The land in the rears already spoiled it. That is a beautiful invitation to the general revolt.

Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him

2014-11-04T08:53:00.000-08:00

They say that it exists the lost city of the love somewhere and that all the lovers are kidnapped mysteriously by her. And you? Don't you want to unmask the mystery of that city?

The corruption is so rooted that it puts in danger in a such way the empire of the love, that takes the risk of tumbling.

The source of the love of the water divine, aphrodisiac, is the balm that inspires the in love ones. Don't leave this source to dry, except the in love ones they will end.

There was a kingdom where the king and the queen if they always loved intensely, they never dismayed. Many years passed, until that in one day, unexpectedly the queen died. It is soon the kingdom entered in ruins. Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him.

You are the fruit of the paradise chosen

Very delicious when blessed

God composed that human picture

Exalt score of enrage piano

Don't leave the love given to her luck. They are necessary deep reforms in the democratic system of the love. We have to create the democracy of the love, before we attend her great final catastrophe.

The human catastrophes, slaughters in holocaust, also accompany the natural and environmental catastrophes. In spite of everything, the roads of the love continue safe.

When we contemplated a flower, we let to arrest us for her air white, attractive. It is like this that the love works.

My eternal love of green leaves, so early ripened, and soon extinguished, in the distorted wind.

The green leaves carpet your road, they get up to your passage as to greet you.

Green leaves are desires of rejuvenated love, white, lost.

Green leaves are currents without waters of our sorrows.

I don't understand the reason of the lovers' only one day in one year, when everyday the love burns us of desires.

I still sat down in the stones that thought long walks, even in the time in that the sun finished, no longer it irradiated. And the Moon began, little it shone, what calls moonlight that happened, he loved in the nights of the fluorescent moonlight of the plankton of the sea. The Sun cooled, no longer it felt, he dismissed the sea, and the Moon dragged fluttering, sobbing of the love of the human sea for you.

There are women that were born to immortalize the beauty.

A birthday reminds the day in that we were born, the day in that for the first time felt the external adversities. That the twilight of the life of your beauty inspires us and accompany us in endless birthdays.

Wanted, on this day, that the jasmines of everyone of your soul bloom, and as a beautiful charmed princess, with her perfume you wake up and capture us your congenital spring beauty. That your example the love oceans and the waves smiled with your splendor.

It is enough a divine smile of a woman so that her beauty blossoms, unmask us the interior of her flower.

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Thick fog of the mute pianos

2014-08-25T09:01:00.000-07:00

And the storks moved without sea

and in earth everything buried

caliphate

No, it just finished somebody

that it sought the lost time

of the babble

The nights fall asleep cruel

with so many spoiled souls

awake, in rafts

drowned

So much fake love in a gift to a child

until the flowers they are have enough

they are thinned

of hypocrisy

It is enough smiling of just a woman

that the World is satisfied

he moves

And as in her the smile finished

the world was displeased, it bribed

And many of us

they disappear in the bitterness of the life

in a lost clothesline

A suit smile arrives to the fastest heart

of the one that a flowing body, polluted

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That this farewell is the end of the vast solitude

2014-07-26T07:37:00.003-07:00

Don't call me, father

Don't seek me

Don't call me

Nor want my return.

We are in an unknown road

The fire and the blood turned off the route.

We flew in the wings of the lightnings

For no more to unseam the sword.

All of us tumbled in battle

For no more we return.

Will there be a reunion?

I don't know himt.

I just know that we owed

To continue to struggle.

We are grains of sand in the Infinite

It is will never again see the light.

Good-bye, my son

Good-bye, my conscience.

My youth and my comfort

My only son.

That this farewell is the end

Of the vast solitude.

Because no there is nobody more only.

There you will stay

For ever and ever

Far away from the light and of the air.

Your death won't be counted.

No counted and no lessened the death

For no more to resurrect.

For ever and ever

A 18 year-old boy.

Good-bye, then.

No convoy arrives of that area

With or without schedule.

Good-bye, then

Any airplane there can arrive.

Good-bye, my son

Because miracles don't happen.

And, in this world

The dreams don't take place.

Good-bye.

I will dream about you

When you were baby.

Walking for the earth

With strong steps.

For the earth where already so many

They were buried.

This song, my son,

He reached the end.

In THE World in War, 11st part. Russia 1941-1943.

Image: Palestine Father Saving Son. Images from the video footage of 12-year-old Muhammad al-Durrah being shot dead in the Gaza Strip.

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He does hope when my mother and my son think I died...

2014-07-04T08:10:00.001-07:00

Poem that of Russian soldiers recited in Second World War

"Wait for me, and I will return, but he waits a lot...

He waits until you fill yourself with feather while you see the rain yellows.

He waits until the winds sweep them Snows...

He waits in the suffocating heat.

He waits until the others give up, when they forget him Yesterday...

He waits same that letters don't arrive from a distance for you...

He does wait when the others are tired to wait...

He does hope when my mother and my son think I died...

And when the friends if they sit down to drink in my memory,

He waits, don't hurry to drink in my memory also...

He waits, because I will return, challenging each death, and he leaves those that didn't hope say that had luck.

They will never understand that, in the middle of the death you, and your wait, they saved me.

Just you and I will know how I survived...

It was because you waited for me as more nobody made.

In THE World at War, 11 episode. Russia 1941-1943.

Image: Monument to Motherland, Russia. randomicidades.blog.br

Your beauty is my dream, I never want to wake up

2014-06-25T06:05:00.001-07:00

Your face illuminates us, it fascinates us as a star still for unmasking. There in the distant your Universe, the shine of your eyes is the splendor of the sun that vibrates as the life of the Nature of your beauty. So juvenile, so natural, as pleasant as the purity of the water of a river descends of a mountain. I want that your beauty shows us the road of the immortality, of the happiness.

The beauty is the woman's sublime art. Pure, it reaches the perfection and it just magnetizes with the glance. He is for besides the sixth feminine sense. The beauty is the woman's mystery that never somebody will unmask. It is that that moves us and it restores us the forces, that it balances us in the day by day. Without the woman's beauty our life extinguishes as a desert. The beauty is our comfort, our refuge, our hope, our dream. To live is because to dream with the beauty.

When the sun rises the face of the beauty shines. The beauty enters, he makes party. The glance also shines intensely of eloquent desire. The most sublime of the Universe is the conquest of a woman's beauty. A her simple gesture announces the presence of her beauty. Her mysterious smile drags us for her interior, and there the beauty irradiates her splendor. Only the beauty makes us immortal. It is for that reason that your beauty will be sung in verse and in the books immortal writing, as the jasmine of Pakistan.

That a smile always illuminates your life, be your guide, your hope, your longings for you win the future fights. The perseverance is the mystery of our success, of our happiness. And that everyday of your life are always happy birthdays. I wish you of the deepest of my heart, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

In that spring landscape the youth smiled you inviting, where all of the roads of the beauty hug each other. It is a charm to enjoy the offer of such angelic sculpture. Only the beautiful in the marvel, comforts us the soul of the supreme treasure of your beauty.

Agualusa "For the first time, I feel that can say that am a writer"

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When of the release of her last book, the Rainha Ginga, a report of "as the Africans they invented the world".

In declarations to the Portuguese agency, José Eduardo Agualusa said that her new book, that he "wanted to write there is a long time", the answers "an inquietude" of the Angolan ones, that you want to know her past, in a new perspetive.

Agualusa explained that it "took time" to write it, because he had of "informing more" and he needed to "put in the head of the it Swings, in her universe", pointing out that "everything happened in a time very retreated."

Six years in the eternity of the life already walked

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José Quitério

I am in the window of the room, in spite of being day, about fifteen hours, the street is very dark, the sky darkened her. Approaches strong storm. The rain falls with force, the street is flooded. The forts drops seem silver bombs, they beat in the soil and they come undone in the search of the earth for us to fecundate her.

The thunderstorm is close, because they are already clear the sparkles following by the thunders.

Half hour later the rain makes a pause, it seems that he already gives to leave, but no, the wind blows to announce that more rain will arrive. I don't know if today I will get to travel for Frederico's Coffee. I don't know if I will be in my friends' company to see the western series Bonanza.

The darkness stays, in the buildings they ignite the lamps that will continue like this because inside in little the official of the night will substitute the official in the daytime.

The rain doesn't give up her mission of whipping, to flood the earth. The trees are anxious happy for the bath, the green intensifies thankful for the manifestation of the festival of the nature.

I see children that leave the cars run her for us to play in the water, but same impeded by their parents resist them, using all of the tricks of the infantile artillery. But an or another gets to deceive the maternal surveillance and it jumps, it is swung in the water imagining that it is a duck. When in children we felt an irresistible attraction for the water that makes to imagine that we came from the sea.

I think that on this Saturday Frederico's Coffee will be a place great to breathe, therefore that due to the rain few people will frequent it. Different from other Saturdays of Bonanza in that it can one to say that all of the smokers of the Olivais Sul there will fill the nicotine chimneys as in a factory.

And to the you walk in the eternity reminds you always of me. You are there on the other side, I am in this, in spite of your immaterial presence I get to feel as if the death just went the opposite dimension of the life.

Close to the light lamp in the street sees some plants that appear rejuvenated by the elixir of the water, as the alchemists' crucible.

The family is of return, the voices are unmistakable. No longer I get to think. The children knock on the door, they call for me. I open, they enter and they hug me happy.

Today the rain said that no, and I accept her decision.

I am going to the kitchen and later to the dining room, and I call: "Mother! Mother! Mother! " Oh! I remember that already there are not, you left in the machine of the time for a distant place where finally you will rest and you will live in peace. I will never forget you!

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In Luanda, Angola, Murder of Muslims cause apprehension

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Muslim believers believe that the murders don't have religious reasons

Coque Mukuta

VOA

The murder of several Muslims in Luanda is to provoke some anxiety among the Islamic community.

In 23 and 27 of this month happened more two deaths of foreign citizens that profess the Muslim religion.

Muslim believers believe that the murders don't have religious reasons.

They affirm, however, that the responsible for the crimes have not been taken before the justice.

According to Dialo Muhamed the last murdered Muslim this week was killed with three shots.

Since 2013, the number of humans Muslim victims belongs to 12 people in Luanda - according to Muhamed.

"Only this month they already killed three, they sometimes arrest the thieves, they sometimes loosen and we don't know because that loosen" told them Muhamed underlining that the community is to collaborate with the police in the investigations.

The report of the it VOA tried to speak with the police in Luanda on the subject without great success. The police promise, however, to pronounce at any moment on her the subject.

Image: A Muslim in front of a mosque destroyed in Luanda by order of the authorities for being illegal.

To affirm with the full truth that it is loved, that is not sinned,

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it is not condemnable, because anything nor nobody can condemn the love. The love is free, since two people that love each other in their beings' fullness exist, it was always like this and it will always be like this. The conventions destroy the love, and for that reason he jumps all of the barriers that if they oppose him. To love is to battle, it is to struggle for that longing, and the soul to free. And for that reason to love is the divine flash that he makes to wake up. To love is the senses to go mad, it is in the loved person's arms to faint.

Thank you my God!

For you send me one more human being to love. Everything will make my God for that love to support, to be enchanted and of him to fall in love, never to get tired, and always in him to rejuvenate.

This world is very stupid because he lives of very stupid conventions

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You are part of my existence, it leaves of me. You were in each line that I already read. You were in each possibility that I saw already, in the river, in the candles of the ships, in the swamps, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the forest, in the sea, in the streets.

You were the personification of each beautiful dream that my mind already knew.

Charles Dickens

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The woman's beauty is above all of the things. Her beauty is a religion and I are his believer.

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You are in an arrested swinging in a tree. I am to balance you, for here, for there. You are with a dress white, transparent, that it collects you the whole body. With a medieval garland of flowers in the head. You are marvelously beautiful, of a magical beauty. To our turn it is everything white, as snow. But even to middle of our bodies he sees himself the landscape. It is a field where some are noticed trees, completely full of green. While you swing, I am going pushing you smoothly.

Suddenly you are with a poetry book in the left hand and you declaim something that gets lost, the sound is not gotten to hear because it disappears in the snow. But later we stopped, we looked at each other a lot, a long time and we hugged each other smoothly. Then you go down and of tied hands we disappeared in the thick fog always suits and smiling. For me it was a wonderful dream, so that I felt the day today different from all the other ones. It was a very happy day. The love is wonderful.

The woman's beauty is above all of the things. Her beauty is a religion and I are his believer.