Thursday, November 14, 2013

Adriano Cordoso: COPAVI PROJECT!

This post is about Adriano Cardoso!


View from the community center, eucalyptus trees provide much needed shade. 
Trees and sky
He is almost 21 years old, and lives in COPAVI with his mother and 5 other siblings.  He currently works in the sugarcane agroindustry, and knows the process thoroughly (all aspects except cachaça distilling), he has worked there since he turned 14. Adriano is interested in studying law, and thinks this would be an important way to contribute to COPAVI, as well as the MST.  He has grown up in the MST, it is the source of his "formação," organization, it is his social movement.  Regarding his community, Adriano likes it--it is a good place to live and there is plenty of work.  Unlike in individually organized settlements, in COPAVI young people can stay in the community if they like--they aren't going to work in the ethanol factories.  Adriano is also encouraged by a new emphasis on leisure (soccer games, theatre groups, etc) within the community--this is important to him.

The music Adriano wanted to share with his slide show is a song by Capital Inicial, "Ao Lado o Escuro da Lua," (On the Dark Side of the Moon). In English the lyrics are:

There is always something wrong
Sometimes what is left is what we lack
Something we do not see, do not feel
Everything that we don't have, but we pretend
I almost did what I wanted
I almost had something I could
Again this almost always this , that nothing
With me on this long and winding road

Running like crazy, Always miss very little
To lose the reason, Eyes closed
In the middle of your street, daydreaming
On the dark side of the moon
Eyes closed, In the middle of your street
daydreaming, On the dark side of the moon

Glass half full, glass half empty
The body heats up only when the air is cold
Do not want to remember it does not make sense
Carol, Adriano's sister, volunteering to help with the reforestry project. 
Not regret not having lived
Life is long, life is short
When everyone talks, no one listens to me
The  blind do not know where to go
Here's another one in this crowd

I was thirsty, give me gasoline
I ask nothing, give me even less
I do not get it right
The perfection of the imperfect
I complain, I regret
I rebel, I surrender
Wondering what could have been
If I was made of steel, not glass.

Running like crazy
Always miss very little
To lose the reason
Eyes closed
In the middle of your street
daydreaming
On the dark side of the moon
Eyes closed
In the middle of your street
daydreaming
On the dark side of the moon
Eyes closed
In the middle of your street
daydreaming
On the dark side of the moon






Place of work. 

Such a lovely neighborhood, great neighbors. 

Niece on a hot day. 
















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