Blind People

The Saga of God and the Devil in the Land of the Blind people They were six hours of the afternoon. To the deep ones of one simple and aconchegante boteco, in table 666, was calm God and cabisbaixo in its fourth dose of whiskey. Soon, its friend and insider will cortejar more illustrious it. – Devil: ol master! – God: my beloved feels itself the Devil educadamente composes itself to the table. He asks for with gentility so that he comes only one water without gas.

God makes signal with the hand to also come, a double dose of cachaa. He is of ' folga'! – God: old friend, the things are not easy! Already I have not supported the burocracias of the power. The human beings finish for all taking my time with its imbecilidades. He has hour that I am in the roads, others, in the hospitals, diverse times in brothels, bars, stadiums, even in ' place of fetichism of macumba' I have made overtime. Ah! How life! – Devil: master is the price of the wise power! Why he does not resign before the things get worse? – God: not, not, I go until the end.

To abdicate handle badly. It does not see the politicians in Brazil, they defend until the death the power. In more (irado God), I created this world, everything I am mine, here who of the letters I and nobody are more! I am owner of this excrement all! as already said that son mine, ' the Z little boy galo': ' vocs they go to have to swallow that me! '. I very feel for you expensive Devil. After all, it has centuries all the guilt of the Evil if it has fallen again on you. I ask for encarecidamente to them that it holds ' onda' for plus some time.

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