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May-2015
May-2015
Dona Joana would leave the house at 4 o’clock in the morning and, walking down the trail with a kerosene lamp, she would see hunters on the way and they would tell her: go on, miss, I won’t do anything. “There was no road then, now we have our boat, every hour.” It was common […]
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11
May-2015
May-2015
Sitting in the corner of the living room, Dona Custódia da Conceição tries to look where she can see the past and slowly lets her memories out into the air. She says a good dancer doesn’t settle on her heels, she is always on the tip of her toes. They would play harmonica, cavaquinho and […]
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