sábado, 20 de maio de 2017

Because art is different

Once upon a time I went to a poetry festival. Artists from Sweden, Denmark, Spain and Lithuania sang poetry. During 2 hours I was able to experience a variety of feelings..... I felt bored, asleep, awake, excited, happy.... I wanted to dance, to sing along, to belong, to leave. During this 2 hours I had time to think about art and wonder why it is so important for us, FOR ME. During this 2 hours, I was able to forget my own existence and let myself be involved by the lyrics, the rhythm, the energy. Ironically, stop thinking about myself made me so deeply involved with my own being! Art promotes a space for reflection, reflection about the world we live in, and above all, about myself living in this world.

A praia/ The beach

Quando o sol dorme, a lua e as estrelinhas vêm pra fechar a praia.

When the sun sleeps, the moon and the little stars come to close the beach.

Emily, 3 anos

quinta-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2015

Brincando de casinha


Exercise of desautomatization: Repetition

Choose a word and repeat it aloud or write it down as many times as you can. You will realize that at some point you will have doubts about  the way you are pronouncing or writing a word that previously seemed so familiar to you.


quarta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2014

I am brazilian, and you?

All brazilians have their way to explain to a foreign their idea of being brazilian. Most of them will base such explanation on their own experience. I myself define brazilian as a mixture of races and I use my family background as a vivid example of this mixture. On the one hand, my mother's father had an indian background, which means he had a darker skin, straight and black hair. Indians were a native population in Brazil when Portugueses arrived in the XVI century.

On the other hand, my mother´s mother, with her light brown hair, white skin and green eyes, was the daughter of two italians that moved to Brazil in the begining of the XX century, both looking for a better life. Many Italians came in the same period to work in coffee plantation in the state of São Paulo and arrived in the harbour of the city of Santos.

On the other side of my family tree, my father's father was decendent of black Africans. He was originated from Bahia, where is Salvador, the first brazilian capital. The black Africans were brought to Brazil as slaves in the beginning of the XVI century in order to work in sugar plantations in the Northeast. Later on, the slaves worked in gold mines in the state of Minas Gerais. My grandfather ended up moving from Bahia and living in the country side of São Paulo state, in the southwest of the country.

As for my father´s mother, I don´t exactly know her family background, but I suppose she was also the result of centuries of mixture of races and ideologies. Like her I am also brazilian, but I am not white, I am not black, I am not tall, and I am not short. My hair is not too curly, neither straight. My eyes are brown, but they could have been green. I like coffee and soccer, but I have brazilian friends who hate them. I like carnaval, but I know many others who don't like it. As Brazilians, we can define ourselves in many ways, as well as we can feel lost in a world governed by stereotypes.

sexta-feira, 18 de outubro de 2013

quarta-feira, 3 de abril de 2013

Vergonha de ser brasileira - Ashamed of being brazilian (once again!)

With almost 200 million people, Brazil is still a country hard to define in the 21st. century: it is neither rich nor poor, neither developed nor economically delayed.

With an incredible and diverse culture, result of centuries of mixture of races, and a fabulous nature, that surprises even the local inhabitants, the giant Brazil still lives under the stigma of poverty, violence, corruption and disorganization (or should I say that we are organized to be disorganized?).

During many years, we have built and sold to the world a Brazilian stereotype related to Carnaval and Futebol. We like to have fun, to enjoy life on the beaches, and take advantages under any circumstance (the famous "jeitinho brasileiro). While we were letting ourselves (and enjoying) to be dragged into this obscure image and life style, we forgot to take care of our country and watch out its administration. (Oh well,  I don't know if we, one day, ever cared about it!)

The latest news about Brazil are presenting and insisting in an image of a developed country, with many job opportunities and an increasing economy. The criminality in the favelas in Rio de Janeiro are being solved through the hard work of the UPPs (Unidade de Policia Pacificadora), and the World Cup and Olympics are simply the result of this "fantastic" moment we are going through. However, nothing makes me more ashamed than such kind of news spread out in and outside. In the reality, on the one hand, the corruption is constant and clear, the health system is deteriorating, the violence (not only in Rio de Janeiro) is evident everywhere. On the other hand, there is NO investment in safety and education. Of course, people who feel unsafe and are not prepared to reflect about their own situation, are more dependent of the State and don't react (don't know how to react) to any political decision.

The situation is critical and scary. Brazil became definitely the wolf in sheep's clothing.