Heeeyho Readers! Passing by to celebrate spring first day.
Achoooo! God bless, spring is here.
So are allergies, the northwest winds, and rain. Until spring ends, we, southern Brazilians, live the ever-changing weather madness of a transitioning season. The worst has passed: those body-shivering days, gray skies, and matinal mumblings to get the hell up and move on with life. This winter rolled by swiftly since I was for the most part entertained learning how to walk again, and then swim, and back to the bicycle. I hope doctor appointments will end on Monday; leg feels great and getting stronger each day.
Primavera, as spelled in Portuguese, comes from the Latin word primo vere, meaning primeiro verão (first summer). The first summer this year is de facto my 33rd ― and despite the world going nuts, viruses, and fractured leg, was not the last {Uff}.
To celebrate spring, I’ve decided to post rambles of spring and a series of sunsets captured during my adventures around the world.
What best describes the season of flourishing if not the sun?
MOCIDADE (Olavo Bilac)
A Mocidade é a Primavera!
A alma, cheia de flores, resplandece,
Crê no bem, ama a vida, sonha e espera
E a desventura facilmente esquece.
É a idade da força e da beleza:
Olha o futuro e inda não tem passado;
E, encarando de frente a Natureza,
Não tem receio do trabalho ousado.
Ama a vigília, aborrecendo o sono;
Tem projetos de glória, ama a Quimera;
E ainda não dá frutos como o outono,
Pois só dá flores como a primavera!
YOUTH (Olavo Bilac)
Youth is spring!
The soul, full of flowers, shines,
Believes in good, loves life, dreams and waits
And easily forgets misfortune.
It´s the age of strength and beauty:
Looks at the future and still has no past;
And, facing Nature upfront,
Does not fear daring work.
Loves awakening, loathing sleep;
Has projects of glory, loves Chimera;
And still doesn´t give fruit as autumn,
For it only gives flowers as spring!
Olavo Brás Martins dos Guimarães Bilac (16 December 1865 – 28 December 1918), often known as Olavo Bilac, was a Brazilian Parnassian poet, journalist and translator. Alongside Alberto de Oliveira and Raimundo Correia, he was a member of the "Parnassian Triad". He was elected the "Prince of Brazilian Poets" in 1907 by the magazine Fon-Fon. He wrote the lyrics of the Brazilian Flag Anthem. Source: Wikipedia
I remember the river Pó with great contentment. While I research to write a new series of posts ― and subsequently a book ― I discovered the protagonist wandered through the same course as myself during the cycling trip in Europe. Unlike myself, his nights out in the open, hidden from German troops, freezing over the night's snow must not have been as pleasing.
This spring, I hope to start adventuring again. I care not of the government taking away our natural rights; I'll hop on the bicycle and go. If forbidden to go abroad, I'll explore Brazil (there's plenty to cover). It's time to ignore those illogical measures whose sole purpose aim to suppress our freedom. Debate is inexistent. Rebel, rebel! But we cannot forget: to live outside the law, you must be honest.
What are your plans for this spring (if you are in the southern hemisphere)? Or to the autumn, for those living upside down.
To end this ramble, I'd like to share a song by a famous (now dead) Brazilian musician. This is a low-fi version to chill as we write our sexy Hive posts. Enjoy life!
Tim Maia, born Sebastião Rodrigues Maia (September 28, 1942 – March 15, 1998) was a Brazilian musician, songwriter, and businessman known for his iconoclastic, ironic, outspoken, and humorous musical style. Maia contributed to Brazilian music within a wide variety of musical genres, including soul, funk, disco, jazz, rock and roll, rhythm and blues, romantic ballads, samba, bossa nova, baião and música popular brasileira (MPB). He introduced the soul style on the Brazilian musical scene. Source: Wikipedia
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Disclaimer: The author of this post is a convict broke backpacker, who has travelled more than 10.000 km hitchhiking and more than 5.000 km cycling. Following him may cause severe problems of wanderlust and inquietud. You've been warned.
