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In this road trip to the northest o Brazil the headmaster it’s the father time. This are some notes that work as a carnival story in Olinda, Pernambuco. Vera’s atelie. The stelie was born and is an embryo of her arts. You have returned to a small piece of sacred hill. Its so going to happen’! With closed eyes I see green, purple and blue. Lots of wealth! Asè to all the arts and artists! Michel is a life brother that I have from other life I feel! His a Maker and Creator. Everyone I met in Olinda it is Creator. He does many things that I can't even say, but what holds me most are his musical instruments. He's a sound creator! A tall, delicate and beautiful dreadlocks man. His hands are hands of a divine listener. Asèo Michel! Baca is the son of what we call here babalorisá of the kandomble ilê. He is the Creator of loam masks! This is and art that I only saw Nana Buruku and Osalá doind. He works with a lot of things and he personally introduced me to moringa instrument… an instrument that belongs to us and to the waters. Baca is a great storyteller and he lives nearby his family with the dogs Loba and Catita. Loba is an affection lover and Catita too but when you're gone and turns around, she turns around and grabs your foot! Best regards to Baca's ancestors. Asèo Baca! Baru. When we met he was in a crossroads very madly and upset about the carnival's commercialization. Capitalism changed somehow the name of the biggest and oldest event to Noite dos tambores silenciosos (in english, night of the silent drums) and this was the messy. Carnival it’s being disturbed because of the tourist culture. He was getting ready for his soul healing before the big carnival party, and right away he told me to visit a kandobles house. He gave me a tip on how to get on the road to get a ride. When we said goodbye he told me something beautiful in Yoruba that someone who looks to their elders find in regrets the own happiness. This son of Exu opened my ways, mind and heart. Asèo Baru! The legend of the Master came and as soon as I arrived at one party the Master appeared! We shone. We both. Literally. He wore blue and white, I was white and turban. The Master is very wise and studies black nations and cultures. He is happy that I am learning Kimbundu and he told me that whoever seeks your ancestors seeks himself. The master always wears white and has a beautiful white beard and hair. And him? He is very black. Asèo Mestre! Vera's mother is a black country woman who also has the same collecting & recycling rut that her daughter. She also raises all her animals with love and respect. She doesn’t lend the lighter to the “pothead”. - I won't help a child to die! Half of this mam's life was in the fields cutting sugar-cane. She raised three children with a typical drunk men. Asèo to the single moms! Kapoeira at sea Still distressed by the weird road ride trip I walked to the beach with Baca and Vera for a while. They were very excited and I'm always curious about the ways. We picked a lot of fruits and had a lot of fun. Once sea bathed Baca and Vera said: - After the sea bath we must play kapoeira! - Again again again ! They kept reminding me of the old moves that I knew it. - Until you get it done we wont go out! And they didn't let me give up. That was a great thing because I learned to don't gave up easyly of the simple and essential things I got it! Vera accidentally pinched me with her nail and now I got this beautiful scar that will stay with me forever. Black bodies shining in a bright sunny day on the sea. And this is one of the greatest ways to learn how to love.