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0150] "TROPICALIST" SONNET
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#0150 "TROPICALIST" SONNET
An "anthropophagy," even late, turned our music into a fruit salad, made from native or imported ingredients, on that "tropicalia" of happiness.
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The sixties was the decade to be in: sunny, vividly colored, lighted. They've created as they never created before. Then, everything was free and all things made sense.
Caetano, Gil, Mutantes, circus and bread. The new-and-old garde, left-right wing. Baroque'n'roll. Mambossa. Rumbaião.
I was a teen, and one fine day, I felt during a festival that a song is lyrics, and everything in it is recyclable.
SONNETTO TROPICALISTA
Uma anthropophagia, até tardia, tornou a nossa musica salada de fructa, nacional ou importada, naquella tropicalia de alegria. Sessenta foi a decada do dia: solar, viva na cor, illuminada. Creou-se como não se cria nada. Valia tudo e tudo, então, valia. Caetano, Gil, Mutantes, circo e pão. Modernantiga guarda, esquerdireita. Barroco'n'roll. Mambossa. Rumbaião. Eu era adolescente e, certa feita, senti num festival que uma canção é lettra, e tudo nella se approveita.
