Today there was a capoeira showdown between a capoeirista from Minas Gerais vs a capoeirista from the state of Bahia. The main rule established for the dispute was not to hurt anyone, but after I played 4 rounds, a guy from the Bahia team managed to hit me, even though I had dodged and held the dodge. Anyway, “malandragem”.
Closing on the single word malandragem is the best part for me: it shrugs off the hit and hands the Bahia guy a little credit at the same time. I've eaten that exact hit in a roda, the one that lands while you're still proud of the dodge, and the only fair answer is a laugh and more ginga.
Time passes by linear.
On top of the mountain, we used to run and play, hugging each other in the cold.
I’m far too worn down—a disembodied, crumbling mess—
I hear you howling like a wolf, a wild wolf. I will tame you.
I remember our first romantic ballad,
Metallic green is the color of the hummingbird searching for its nectar at dawn.
Years of evolution and we are still here. A toast to our planet, a toast to our nature.
Love doesn't announce itself when it comes, when there are no real intentions.
Dionysus, Dionysus. Don't be afraid, have fun like everyone else.
Bumping into you again, the world feels like a small place, but the club is packed.
Today there was a capoeira showdown between a capoeirista from Minas Gerais vs a capoeirista from the state of Bahia. The main rule established for the dispute was not to hurt anyone, but after I…