Connections


 
Here's something quite awesome! Here's something to bring tears to my eyes! Vinícius de Moraes singing at Amália Rodrigues' house! One poem that he has writen for her to sing! The poet gives a quite gloomy sound to the song! But the poet knows what he's doing! The poet knows the dance of the voice; the poet knows who he's singing to!
 

Amália, in her living room, listens to him and absorbs the feeling! Amália Rodrigues, in all her entire magnificence, absorbs what she got to feel, the way she has to sing the song!
 
Amália says: now I am going to try!
 
Jusat imagine it like at 3 a.m., smoke of cigarettes in the air, lots of people around the sofas. Papers everywhere, with poems, with sketches of poems, ways to turn them into a song! Just imagine how would you feel inside that room!
 
Ditature! State police! No freedom to speak out loud whatever you wanted to (and we're losing this nowadays)! 

 
I feel just this amazed, to the point of imagine being part of such nights. Or to simply be a part of a new group of the kind!
 
It's just wonderful to dream and to imagine! It's just amazing to simply let ourselves go this way!
 
Connections of souls... Brasil seems to hate Portugal! Such things that I know from others! In Portugal there are stupid jokes of Brazilians! I have a Brazilian cousin and I love her! Amália was Portuguese! Vinícius was Brazilian! And we see how wonderful that friendship worked out!
 
Connections!
 
We're all connected
 
We all love!
 
We all hate!
 
But we all have the common truth of being alive!

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