Passage from the Bronze Warrior
Passage from book: The Bronze Warrior
Time passed, we grew up, and during the years
that I attended university abroad, each time I went back home, I was happy to be back home with my mother and to be in my beautiful room that I enjoyed so much. But later, when I considered living in town, I wanted to have my own flat as I had got used to
having abroad. But at the time in Belo Horizonte it was still thought rather strange for an unmarried daughter to have a separate home.
I could also never confess to my father that I detested his office so much, just as I could never admit that I knew anything about his life away from the family. There are subjects that are naturally inappropriate, and therefore should never be raised.
On the other hand, I complained to my father often about how disturbing I found our notoriety and the townspeople’s gossip
about us. And I must admit that from the mid-seventies, after I decided not to work with father, we could hardly communicate with him without having a disagreement. Poor father, I felt so guilty about hurting him. But having experienced living in places where
I was anonymous, I found it too good and too peaceful to give up.
Book: The Bronze Warrior /Chapter: Devilish Dance
Part of text from The Bronze Warrior, Chapter: Devilish Dance
…., as of 1989,
we faced an unending avalanche of legal procedures aimed against the three of us, as representatives of our father, even before his death. The three of us had to sit through hours of listening to the latest judicial threats, accusations or confirmation of
wayward behaviour of my father’s in the past, all of which had become our burden.
the Hindu mythology could I find an entity who fit the mental picture I had made of my brother and my sister and myself as standing back to back, in triangular stance, as a battling troika. The Mahakala is a wrathful deity of six arms who defends
the Dharma from forces hostile to it.
In Hinduism, dharma comprises behaviors
that make life and the universe possible, such as duties, rights, laws, conduct, and virtues. Other responsibilities of the Mahakala are to banish impure thoughts and actions; to protect people from all kinds of deception and delusion; to bestow the
power to overcome life struggles; and to eliminate obstacles.
And around the standing and united Mahakala I viewed a myriad
of masked dancers, twirling, scowling and blaring. Was this a nightmare? It made me recall sequential dreams I had in childhood, that was like scenes from western films, where my family and I were being attacked by Indians, who galloped in a circle around
us, screaming and shooting at us.
But no, I was awake, and it would not go away, day after day, there was no peace, regardless of what we did. Being righteous
was not good enough, it appeared. There was something else behind its motivation, something that could not be remedied, something deeper than our power to redress. And looking out at these invisible persecutors I wondered. Could these be Yare Dancers?
This is an old tradition with its origins are traced to the 18th century. A story tells that a priest, finding himself without money or believers for his cult said: "If there
is no money nor believers then come devils!".Then after a storm several masked characters presented themselves that formed the brotherhood of Yare. The fraternity of Yare is divided into a hierarchical order, with each level of importance represented by a
different mask. String and percussion instruments provide musical accompaniment for the revels.
Quadro de Bugatti, sobre execuções no Vaticano, no seculo XVIII
Quadro de Debret
Carta resposta direcionada aos participantes do Seminário Internacional sobre a Inclusão de Adolescentes e Jovens no Ensino Médio.
Eu agradeço a sua carta a respeito das gravuras exibidas em alguns apartamentos do hotel Dayrell, que são copias
de trabalho de artista francês, Jean-Baptiste Debret.Este
desenhista e pintor integrou a Missão Artística Francesa que, entre 1817 e 1830, retratou aspectos da natureza, do homem e da sociedade brasileira colonial, no início do século XIX.
Foram trabalhos artisticos como esse, que ao retratar o sofrimento humano,
cada vez mais alertaram a população Europeia das então nações dominadoras das varias colonias, sobre a realidade da escravatura. E foram esses protestos populares que propulssionaram a passagem de leis dando um fim
E portanto, a exposiçao da arte, mesmo que retratando a crueldade
humana tem um proposito. E isso é o de fazer-nos lembrar do que o ser humano é capaz e assim tornarmos vigilantes no nosso meio ambiente atual, que é tambem muito cruel. Mas para ter força, a expressão artistica tem que ser
exposta de modo decorativo, e não escondida ou destruida.
Atravez de todos os tempos, artistas de todo
o mundo retrataram a crueldade. E suas obras, ou copias delas estão em todos os lugares como em museus, residencias, escritórios ou até em hospitais.
Hoteleira e escritora.
E autora de Pindorama, e Antigas Trilhas Humanas,
livro sobre o inicio da formaçao da populacao do Brazil, antes dos Portugueses e no primeiro século. Esta obra, a ser lançada até o meio de 2016, nos alerta ao fato de que quanto é superfluo o conseito de diferentes étnias,
já que todos pertencemos a uma só raça, que é a humana.
Pindorama, e Antigas Trilhas Humanas
Passage of book, Pindorama
Passage of book, Pindorama:
We, that is my brother and sister and myself had a nanny whom we called Dindinha. The word Dindinha means godmother, and Maria do Rosario de Paiva was the ‘carrying’ godmother at our christening. This was an honorary position that used to be given
to someone special who carried the baby during the ceremony of christening. We grew to love Dindinha; and she was our second mother and we all still miss her a lot now that she is dead.
But Dindinha was much more than a nanny. She was the granddaughter of a slave woman who lived on the country estates of my paternal grandparents’
family. Being just a little older than my father, she was born and grew up at a house named Guaritas, near the town of Sao Gotardo, where my father and his brothers and sisters were raised. Maria do Rosario was at least a third generation of her family that
coexisted with mine, if not more. Dindinha married late and had no children, but relations of hers still work for my brother in the same house that has been in the Rezende family since the 1800s.
The Pindorama Project
Plane Tree or Sycamore
Bombax Tree -
Passage from book: The Bronze Warrior
Chapter 34 - World Trees
A book that talks about life and about love must take into account the surroundings in which these events took place. While for some people the waves of the sea, the sight of a lake, or the gentle murmur of the waters of a river, brings memories
of the past. But not for me! I associate the various phases of my life with the trees that I saw out of my window, or those that surrounded me as I walked through the streets of a city.
As I lived in a park, in my youth back at home, I was surrounded by trees that bore flowers or fruit, according with the seasons. Out of my first floor bedroom window there was a resplendent Bombax tree, where in sunny days the birds chirped happily, and in
rainy season the drops of rain plopped incessantly against the leaves
As I ventured into Boston for university, I marveled at the Sycamore, Maple and Ginkgo
trees. The Plane Sycamores and the Maples are native to the temperateregions and lose their leaves in winter. While the Ginkgo Bilobas are of Chinese origin, already existed at the time of the dinosaurs, and are seen as the symbol of peace and longevity. After
four years in Massachusetts I moved to London, and was again surrounded by tall Plane trees growing at most squares and parks.
The concept of the
World Tree is connected to the notion of the Tree of Life, which is present in mythologies from Indo-European to Siberian, though absent in Greek mythology. The World Tree is usually represented as a colossal tree, which supports the heavens and connects it
to the terrestrial world, and also to the underworld through its roots. It may also be seen as the symbol of Mother Earth.
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