It’s a hot day. End of November. Everyone seems restless, irritated and in a hurry. So rushed! I take the bus and go from BH to Betim feeling tired from all the heat and daily routine, the tight hours, and running so many errands. The sky is loaded with grey clouds and pollution, the asphalt city, the high temperature, the stuffy air, the tense traffic. I’m riding this wave, but today I’ve got one lucky card: I got a sea...

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Afraid of the street, You cannot see the moon anymore Walking through the streets of Belo Horizonte On a full moon night  And walking by the street where I grew up I was touched with a “fear” that predominates, The insecurity and isolation of families, So many electric fences, high walls, padlocks, etc… and Along came this daydream… Who of us looks at the sky, admires the moon And walks peacefully through the ...

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It’s late in the afternoon on a Friday and I am returning home after work in Betim by way of a public transportation bus to my house in Belo Horizonte. It is moment were I sometimes like to observe the people around me and their goings about. I can’t help myself but hear the dialog that rolls along. Accounts of everyday life, opinions made about diverse themes such as marriage, warring with the neighbors, their children’...