I suggest to read this post listening this song: Vento Negro - It shakes me in emotion... while missing my origins. After all:
"Quem vai embora tem que saber
É viração"
(or Renato Borghetti's Milonga para as Missões - doesn't matter... I love both!)
"Quem vai embora tem que saber
É viração"
(or Renato Borghetti's Milonga para as Missões - doesn't matter... I love both!)
Today, celebrating our "national" hoIiday, I just can say I'm 'gaúcha'. Proudly! (before being a Brazilian citizen, inclusively)
Many people may don't understand why... Unfortunately, our roots haven't passed all frontiers yet - literally. Otherwise, thankfully, our literature succeeded. So it's possible got to know us by reading O Tempo e o Vento (one of my favorites!).
Basicaly, I can introduce us affirming we (generally) drink chimarrão, eat churrasco, love campfires and horses, have strong ties with the countryside, speak portunhol and carry a Rio Grande do Sul flag anywhere (with another of Inter or Grêmio too!). However, what defines us better is the fact we do all these things having so much pride of being as that!
Actually, it's more than just drink a hot (yerba) mate... it is "matear"! (yes, there is a specific verb for that!) Furthermore, it's also beyond the barbecue... it's the event happening itself - maybe dancing fandango, chula, or xote. With our own dialect, music, tradition, customs, festivals and clothes, we easily distinguish ourselves of the others in Brazil. The rest isn't as us... definitely.
By the way, we are (predominantly) separatists too. There is an evident provincialism, although we accept the neighbors. And we are not alone... as we can verify in Los Hermanos, by Mercedes Sosa :
Many people may don't understand why... Unfortunately, our roots haven't passed all frontiers yet - literally. Otherwise, thankfully, our literature succeeded. So it's possible got to know us by reading O Tempo e o Vento (one of my favorites!).
Basicaly, I can introduce us affirming we (generally) drink chimarrão, eat churrasco, love campfires and horses, have strong ties with the countryside, speak portunhol and carry a Rio Grande do Sul flag anywhere (with another of Inter or Grêmio too!). However, what defines us better is the fact we do all these things having so much pride of being as that!
Actually, it's more than just drink a hot (yerba) mate... it is "matear"! (yes, there is a specific verb for that!) Furthermore, it's also beyond the barbecue... it's the event happening itself - maybe dancing fandango, chula, or xote. With our own dialect, music, tradition, customs, festivals and clothes, we easily distinguish ourselves of the others in Brazil. The rest isn't as us... definitely.
By the way, we are (predominantly) separatists too. There is an evident provincialism, although we accept the neighbors. And we are not alone... as we can verify in Los Hermanos, by Mercedes Sosa :
"Yo tengo tantos hermanos
Que no los puedo contar
Y una hermana muy hermosa
Que se llama libertad"
Que no los puedo contar
Y una hermana muy hermosa
Que se llama libertad"
That's it! - as beautiful as anyone can be, since a child.
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Onde tudo que se planta cresce, o que mais floresce é o amor"
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