Autoria de um dos nossos seguidores, Rafael. Mais autorias em @rafael.prado97
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Ser ou não ser?
Seremos Martin, seremos Marcus
King, garvey e X
Sou marley, sou ghandi, sou lennon
Two pac shakur
Sou preto, sou índio, sou mulher, sou menino, sou branco, sou judeu
Holocausto já se foi, não sou mais um dos seus
Apartheid em extinção
Escravidão? Talvez exista
Quantos negros tu já viu passar numa entrevista?
Cota não é esmola
Liberdade pra minha favela
Minha cota de felicidade eu quero em dólar
Rodeado de problemas to em busca de soluções
Morro me perguntando, pescador de sonhos
Pescador de sonhos FZLMC
1. I owe a lot to my time abroad in London. I credit it with casting the glimmer of doubt on my love affair with art history. It's the place where I fell in love--truly, deeply, madly-- with contemporary art. It was where I learned that I loved museums and that I could be a city person. It was also the year I confronted not being straight, and not just in a “kissing girls at a party” kind of way. I dove headfirst into a full fledged relationship, long distance. We skyped for hours. We made each other desperate rain-drenched playlists with titles like “bloom” and “in the sheets.” She came to London for a week and we spent more time exploring each other instead of the city. I felt the divide between what my life looked like in the US and what I wanted. Between what I could talk about with my friends and what i could talk about with my parents. I realize now too, that this was the time period when my parents lost trust in me, felt like I was becoming something dangerous--unsafe, either because of my own actions or the people around me.
2 My London art classes consisted of visiting blockbuster exhibits of famous British artists and wandering public art spaces looking at colossal, huge sculptures that dotted the countryscape. It felt like a months-long scavenger hunt for every Henry Moore work in London.
3. (my current boss received a book of Henry Moore sculptures, photographed in the snow, and commented: hasn’t the world had enough of Henry Moore? I, personally, don’t think that I have.) 4. Alternate caption: First time I saw a Henry Moore in person, I had just gone down on a girl for the first time and only dragged myself out of bed for class.
Embrace the pain and see how life surrounds you with little pieces of never known happiness...//26.05.18
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