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Jon Sistiaga visits Uganda to show gay people who defend their feeling and lives; in front of them, there are powerful ideas which control Medias and newspaper.

Could I understand the fortitude of these harassed people if I hadn't finished the fight against these sinister citizens who are driven our society to subjugation of the economic powers and their strumpets?

It is not a solitary way and near my house, some of them never stopped. Are they waiting us?

Riding

I've seen a landowner riding me
The toff descrived me my body
I felt his cord over my freedom
I receive their kicks which killed

Miserable kisses in the history
People who carry out murders
Informants buy their islands
although they are feeling water

My brother

He lived in that country which had a dictatorship
she grew up near that man who dreamed diamonds
Animals developed the strategies without stopping
And I?, I always looked at caves in the mountains

The chains were the jewels of my happiness
Telephones colled the landowners who killed
but there were always ears fearing the silence
Working class heard news made by the gold

Varufakis could be blamed by beggar reporters
Greece would be devastated by swety cookies
A family were inspecting german Chatedrals
Their coffees are red as the flavor of blindness