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(Chronicle)
Fátima Queiroz
Looking at a time heroic past, I see a Brazil boy, with members of courageous men ("bandeirantes" = member of expeditions calling "bandeiras") taming lands, puddles and borders without limit, dominating and enslaving aggressive Indians. I see Nóbrega, Anchieta, unselfish Jesuits in the catechesis work teaching the heathen, in the sunny beaches of that immense country.
I see heavy metal chains and I hear the suffered wailings of the slavery. The administrator's boots stepping on the earth and choking the screams and laments of the blacks, in a sad song.
I review conquerors moving forward, fearless Portuguese and people of other lands mixing our race, seeds that germinated me.
And Brazil waking up, but awakening, slowly. The progress growing, devastating our forests, exterminating Indians (that of million, they remained thousands), animals, polluting rivers and cities on behalf of a pseudo-development.
The man is substituted by machines, receding your creative capacity, turning him cold and insensitive. The feeling, little by little, is going diluting if in the movement of the hurry of the great cities.
The speed of the events and informations are going multiplying if through the communication means, leaving the confused youth in the face of television, that disfigures ethical and moral values and you live, disabling him of discerning among right and wrong.
That old family sense, respect and solidarity got lost in the whirl of the greed, on behalf of the progress.
The society was accommodating if and accepting a power manipulator's yoke and today, the children of that Dear Homeland, suffer squeezed by the monsters of the unemployment, of the violence, of the proliferation of the drugs, of the prejudice and of the death. We attended impassive the rich ones be richer, the poorest and illiterate poor.
Our earth is so rich and grandiose! Without wars, without earthquakes, a true peace paradise. Blessed earth for God, that shelters in your breast, people of several races, that chose that wonderful country, as your second homeland, to live and to procreate your future generations.
It is for all this that I love and bless this earth in that I was born-our dear and loved
"BRAZIL 500 YEARS"
(Anthology Literary " Terra Brasilis-500 Years of Love
to Brazil Litteris Editora Ltda. -Rio de Janeiro-page 43)
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