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O País Real e o País Oficial – Ode ao Brasil de Verdade!

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“Não é desprezo pelo que é nosso, não é desdém pelo meu país. O país real, esse é bom, revela os melhores instintos; mas o país oficial, esse é caricato e burlesco. A sátira de Swift nas suas engenhosas viagens cabe-nos perfeitamente. No que diz respeito à política, nada temos a invejar ao reino de Liliput.”– Machado de Assis Em meio às ruas vibrantes e aos sorrisos genuínos, encontra-se o verdadeiro coração do país. É nas mãos calejadas do trabalhador, no olhar esperançoso da criança e no abraço caloroso dos amigos que reside a essência da nação. Este país real, … Continue reading O País Real e o País Oficial – Ode ao Brasil de Verdade!

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Rules

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Once upon a time, I was a prisoner of my own creation, bound by the chains of rules and regulations. I used to have rules about poetry, a world where words danced to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I counted in line, time, meter, and form, each syllable a steppingstone, each line a journey, each poem a universe unto itself. I was a puppeteer of language, fingering syllables and forking tongues, weaving tapestries of emotion and thought with the threads of words. I used to have rules about love, a labyrinth of do’s and don’ts that dictated the rhythm of … Continue reading Rules

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Rhythms of Heritage

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In the lineage of my soul, jazz and samba intertwine—a melody of past and present. The smooth allure of jazz caresses my senses, its improvisational spirit a testament to freedom. Yet, the samba beats within me, a pulsating force that moves me to the core. It is the rhythm of my ancestors, a vibrant echo of their resilience and joy. In every drumbeat, I hear their stories—their struggles, their triumphs. My feet, though they may wander, are rooted in the hallowed ground of the slave quarters. There, amidst the shadows of history, my spirit dances—a defiant flame against the darkness. … Continue reading Rhythms of Heritage

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On Indigenous Peoples Day,

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Let us weave a flag of colors, a symphony of stories, and honor the threads that bind us to ancient lands. You, my miscegenated soul, bear the hues of a thousand sunsets—neither black nor white, but a kaleidoscope of ancestry. In your veins flows the Karipuna river, its waters whispering secrets of resilience. The Rio Jamary Karipunas, nearly lost to time, dance in your blood—their footsteps etched in the Guaporé drylands, a sacred map of survival. Your lineage, a mosaic of nations, defies borders. Portuguese winds from Ceará State kiss your cheeks, while Dutch echoes from Sergipe State linger in … Continue reading On Indigenous Peoples Day,