Libraries with books of socialism and marxism in all the plants and unions; 10. Democracy for the workers and does not stop the executives of the multinationals; 11. Vestibular contest with grammar tests and geography for the candidates the directors of the universities; 12. To foment alliance politics between favelados and the without-land in homage to the educator Darcy Ribeiro; 13. Restricting the consumption of popular music pop and stops old children, adolescents and; 14. Prohibition of soap operas and programs of audience in televises' '.
Per this year of 2002, also we start to hear with more attention musics of the great indigesto partideiro Heifer Da Silva, pernambucano of Recife. In another text of the Expensive Friends of April, now of Peter Alexander Sanches, we read that the Heifer learned since early that the slum quarter is a social problem and also that the slum quarter never was redoubt of delinquents. We publish in independent ours pasquim the THINKER, act 111, of September of 2006, that one that is perhaps the music more detestada by opportunist politicians who only go up the mount in election time: ' ' Candidate Ca' Dog; ' , of 1988, of Walter Menino and Peter Butina: ' ' It went up the mount without necktie Saying that he liked the race He was back in tendinha and he drank cachaa and until stolen good smoked Was in my large cabin, and there used can of goiabada as plate I soon perceived: he is plus a candidate to the next elections Made question to drink water of rain Was back in macumba and asked for aid Beat the head in gong, ' ' it gave azar' ' The entity that was incorporated said: this politician is disembarassed Well-taken care of in the hour to vote My brother if it binds in what I go to say it Today I ask for its vote Tomorrow to it I order the policy to beat to it In this Country that if divides In who has and who does not have Always the sacrifice falls in the laboring arm I eye for a side I eye for the other I sees unemployment Sees who orders in the game and you it comes, it comes Asks for me more than Says that everything moved and that now it goes to have end But I know who you I am and still I trust me I know that the game is dirty But I do not give up thus You I must me Today it I ask for of you Tomorrow it goes fuder/Today it asks for of you Tomorrow to you! ' ' Heifer sang on its daily one, on the habitat of it and its friends composers: the slum quarter.
Per this year of 2002, also we start to hear with more attention musics of the great indigesto partideiro Heifer Da Silva, pernambucano of Recife. In another text of the Expensive Friends of April, now of Peter Alexander Sanches, we read that the Heifer learned since early that the slum quarter is a social problem and also that the slum quarter never was redoubt of delinquents. We publish in independent ours pasquim the THINKER, act 111, of September of 2006, that one that is perhaps the music more detestada by opportunist politicians who only go up the mount in election time: ' ' Candidate Ca' Dog; ' , of 1988, of Walter Menino and Peter Butina: ' ' It went up the mount without necktie Saying that he liked the race He was back in tendinha and he drank cachaa and until stolen good smoked Was in my large cabin, and there used can of goiabada as plate I soon perceived: he is plus a candidate to the next elections Made question to drink water of rain Was back in macumba and asked for aid Beat the head in gong, ' ' it gave azar' ' The entity that was incorporated said: this politician is disembarassed Well-taken care of in the hour to vote My brother if it binds in what I go to say it Today I ask for its vote Tomorrow to it I order the policy to beat to it In this Country that if divides In who has and who does not have Always the sacrifice falls in the laboring arm I eye for a side I eye for the other I sees unemployment Sees who orders in the game and you it comes, it comes Asks for me more than Says that everything moved and that now it goes to have end But I know who you I am and still I trust me I know that the game is dirty But I do not give up thus You I must me Today it I ask for of you Tomorrow it goes fuder/Today it asks for of you Tomorrow to you! ' ' Heifer sang on its daily one, on the habitat of it and its friends composers: the slum quarter.
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