reflections visual & literary * humanidades
Descobri que não é à toa que a Ilha de Paquetá é folclórica. Sim, já sei: ficou parada no tempo enquanto os problemas da cidade avançaram, mas descobri que aquilo pode até ter mais vantagens do que desvantagens, recentemente, na ocasião da mudança de amigos íntimos meus para o balneário.
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The religious syncretism and the tradition of a culture, the simplicity in the details of the robes, the saturated contrasts of skin with the texture of vibrant fabrics translated into an authentic aesthetic wealth | Foi o sincretismo religioso e a tradição de uma cultura, a simplicidade nos detalhes das vestes, os contrastes saturados de pele com as texturas dos tecidos pujantes me traduziram uma autêntica riqueza estética.
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Apenas shinrin-yoku para me acalmar hoje depois de assistir meu amado México perder para o meu amado Brasil em um jogo tenso, eliminatória, da Copa do Mundo. A prática japonesa de banho de floresta tem benefícios comprovados para a saúde, então eu fiz uma curta caminhada até o Parque Lage do restaurante nem-tão-mexicano que recebia […]
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It is not exactly on the main axis of tourism of Rio de Janeiro. For that matter, it is not even easily placed on the axis of tourism for visitors spending a day hiking among the many attractions in Rio’s Centro between Cinelândia and the newly fashioned port area of Praça Mauá. The Real Gabinete […]
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“Do you know why you do not like conceptual art? It is because you know how to solve problems with your hands. You have the means to create plastically, visually. If you only had concepts, you would write.”
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Foi um nó na garanta que saiu depois de uma semana horrível no Rio de Janeiro | The past week in Rio de Janeiro had been hairy and horrific, and it had given me a hairball to cough up and spit out.
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Já gostei mais de Carnaval. Já fiz tudo que eu tinha direito de fazer na maior festa popular. Mesmo assim, não resisti pelo menos um bloco querido: a tradicionalíssima BANDA DA CONCEIÇÃO, no bucólico morro da Zona Portuária.
I used to love Carnaval. I’ve had more than my fill of them over the years, but I decided to go to at least one of my most beloved street parties: the very traditional BANDA DA CONCEIÇÃO, on one of the oldest hilltops in Rio de Janeiro.
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For some it is wine, for others, restaurants, carpets, clothes, cars or watches. I try not to criticize, because I think everyone has a certain objects of desire that are coveted. If so, I guess that means that I will always find money for the finest tea.
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I imagined her watching any non-survivors being hurled into something like the adjacent Cemiterio dos Novos Pretos, the Cemetary of New Blacks, the site of the largest slave cemetery in the Americas, where tens of thousands of bodies had been dumped and incinerated upon arrival in Rio de Janeiro. Such violence affected every generation that followed her, including those who are struggling to maintain the site
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The sight of the homeless man taking a shower on the sidewalk while completely dressed from a garden hose held above his head by doorman through a fence was so pitiful that it was impossible not to exchange embarrased glances with the early morning dog walkers and even the doorman, who relpied to everyone without speaking, what else can I do?
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