abril 13, 2006
Infidels party harder
Poland during the '74 World Cup, in Germany. Brazil lost by 1-0 and finished in 4th
The concept of war on terror had not and will not stick down here. Rock-solid categories like that one can't stand the test of a Brazilian summer, not to mention a Brazilian carnival. If there is any melting pot at work in Brazil, it doesn't melt races, as one edenically may think, but ideas. Call it dissolution in conciliation, many shades between yellow and green.
One minute, though. That doesn't imply that Brazil is a terror-proof country, not at all. If Bin Laden and his allies dig well our spiritual landscape, they may actually find reasons to get angry. The most prominent, maybe, is our flair for breaking the sharia. Take some old-fashioned carnival songs (marchinhas).
Allah la la oh oh oh
Wow, it's hot in here
We've crossed the Sahara
The sun was pretty hot and burned our faceAllah la la oh oh oh
Wow, it's hot in hereNice girl
Your moves are killingAllah, Allah
Allah, my good Allah
Allah, my good AllahWe've came all the way from Egypt and many times stopped by to pray:
Allah, my good Allah
Send water for Ioh-ioh
Send water for Iah-Iah
Allah, my good Allah
Allah la la oh oh ohIt's hot in here
Take 2:
Check out Zezé's hairstyle
Is he, is he gay?Is he bossa nova?
Is he Muhammad?He seems like a queer
But I'm not sure about it
We're all damned. Definitely.
Posted by altovolta at 01:29 PM | Comments (2)
Rule of engagement
As for the subjects, do not expect a single drop of coherence. We're true Peri-pathetics. "Peri" for brazilian, "pathetics" by choice and always moving.
Posted by altovolta at 11:31 AM | Comments (3)
abril 10, 2006
Wild by nature
Dear you, whoever you are. You came all the way to our somehow disturbed sunshine, among unfinished businesses, buildings and lives, with loads of whys wandering in your alcooholic mind. And you put on your louzy flowers t-shirt, and you bring on your humanist smile. But don't expect to find among us that sort of thirworldish, groovy dancing, world music and protect the rain forest speech. Down here, there are no stray shots, and we only call lost bullets those who find a place, usually in someone's body. To make a long story short, let me tell you: in our very particular way, we're wild. By nature.
Posted by apostos at 03:13 PM | Comments (1)
abril 09, 2006
the thinker
"The first well-dressed philosopher in the history of thought." (Oscar Wilde)
Posted by Rodrigo de Lemos at 11:40 PM | Comments (0)
abril 06, 2006
Civilization and its Cariocas
A common feeling to a good deal - I almost say most, almost say all - of my friends, in this blessed province of Rio de Janeiro, is the will to go away. I get myself within this pack; all I need is some extra money and a small town with fast internet. No thinking twice.
It's hard to think of this city, of this state, and see the reasons for the huge optimism related to it. We live in a garbage box. It's no more reasonable to say we're decadent - it's a surpassed stage here. The rottening stinks no more, it's dilluted, ethereal; it sticks to the skin rather than offending the noses.
I abstain from mentioning the signals of this disgrace; whatever can be bad in a city, in a so-called metropolis, is surely to be found in Rio, and worse and in plenty; but whatever is good is rare and accessible to few. And all is even more annoying due to that pack of sissies, er, inhabitants, who believe the world to turn over Rio. Agree, Rio isn't even the preferred destination for perv travellers anymore. Cariocas scream the world is prone to Copacabana, but the world probably forgot Copacabana; and if it did, did very well.
This is not only a Rio's thing, it's a Brazilian thing - this mania of feeling to deserve so much more importance beyond the one it deserves. To be short about it, Rio de Janeiro = dozens of dirty beaches, hundreds of favelas (guess what!), thousands of criminals and millions of gross people. But if we were to be according to public opinion (I mean crap), newspapers (I mean crap), TV (I mean crap), we live in a finger of the paradise. All we have a lot goes like good things for the eyes of our beauty finders.
We only like the soccer's world championship because our team often wins. We had a F1 champion, then we liked it; he's dead, we don't like it anymore. I'm sure if some brazilian buddy won the Paper-Rock-Scissors World Championship it would be considered a most important sport category, around my house.
When the first hurricane reach our rock bottom and destroy one or two towns, it will be talked of as "a sample of our beautiful, wide weather spectre"
Prior to it, I hope I can be elsewhere, baby.
Posted by Igor at 01:20 PM | Comments (7)
Good advice
"Obrigado" is the portuguese (oh yes, in Brazil we do speak portuguese) word for thank you. And it´s the sort of thing that you´ll hear coming out of the stinking mouths of 100% of these old rock stars who make the trip down here in the end of their careers. The audience usually screams, claps and cheers.
But beware you foreigners. If I was you, I would quickly learn how to say please in our native language.
Because that´s what you´ll have to say to cold blooded gang members, happy thugs, corrupt policemen, fake lawyers, dubious taxi drivers, zoombie drug dealers, lovers to be, and even child prostitutes, if you want to come out alive from this wonderful tropical experience of ours. And, as most of our public services, political system and capitalism, it may not work.
Repeat after me: Por favor, por favor, por favor, aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!
Posted by pimentel at 11:44 AM | Comments (0)
Seriously bananas
You may be wondering, but let me put this straight: in the end of the day, with us, you NEVER know.
Posted by pimentel at 11:38 AM | Comments (0)
abril 04, 2006
The men and women with the plan
You ask about our staff. Here's the deal: carnivalized pundits, stressed-out newsmen, self-proclaimed decadents, muscular christians and tropical jews, all live in our midst. Apostos is a barbaric territory inhabited by connoisseurs.
Posted by apostos at 11:32 AM | Comments (0)
Battle call
Reach. In the sake of this panacea, Apostos goes english.
Out of chance or curiosity, many of you have stumbled upon our domain during the last 12 months. Expecting to find something useful (let's pretend) or educational (let's pretend even more), you've came to face our beautiful, yet less spoken, language. No more undergoogling, though. For now on, the field is plain - plainer than you think.
Posted by apostos at 11:29 AM | Comments (2)