Rose Corrêa da Silva
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Two documentaries by Tetê Moraes that I saw recently:
Terra para Rose / Land for Rose (1987), and
O Sonho de Rose - 10 Anos Depois / Rose's Dream - 10 Years Later (1997).

These films touched me very deeply. Watching them I wept, and not only for Rose and the others portrayed, but for myself as well. All of that would be a long story to tell - I will do what I can.
This post is really about media distortions; how truth sometimes gets through despite being used to advance personal agendas; how truth (if that is what it is) can even wiggle through more-or-less clever propaganda machines. Something like truth anyway, something close enough for me to spend some time here trying to make it clear.
Tetê Moraes shows herself as a biassed feminist, manipulator, and opportunist. That she reveals this so forthrightly could be naivete or humility, or it could be arrogance, who knows? I don't know, but my next thought was that the people like Paul who wrote the scriptures were also undoubtedly human, flawed, selfish and what not.

I guess I will have to find a way to grab some images from the film to show you Rose herself. (Easier said than done! eventually got a thing called FrameShots.)
I was going to go on and on - I'm not. Two of these look very similar, you may think I grabbed the same shot twice; I didn't.







These films are powerful because they show us personalities over a period of ten years; because looking for the promised land is what drives all of us one way or another, Lebanon and Israel as much as Brasil, even Canada, even Newfoundland; because because because ... have a look for yourself, the DVDs have english subtitles, I got mine on eBay (search on 'Terra para Rose'), they have it at South American Way too but I have never dealt there so no recommendation.
as letras de Assentamento de Chico Buarque:
Quando eu morrer, que me enterrem na beira do chapadão-contente
com minha terra
Cansado de tanta guerra
Crescido de coração
Zanza daqui Zanza pra acolá
Fim de feira, periferia afora
A cidade não mora mais em mim
Francisco, Serafim Vamos embora
Embora
Ver o capim
Ver o baobá
Vamos ver a campina quando flora
A piracema, rios contravim
Binho, Bel, Bia, Quim
Vamos embora
Quando eu morrer
Cansado de guerra
Morro de bem
Com a minha terra:
Cana, caqui
Inhame, abóbora
Onde só vento se semeava outrora
Amplidão, nação, sertão sem fim
Oh, Manuel, Migüilim
Vamos embora
Zanza daqui
Zanza pra acolá
Fim de feira, periferia afora
A cidade não mora mais em mim
Francisco, Serafim
Vamos embora
Embora
Ver o capim
Ver o baobá
Vamos ver a campina quando flora
A piracema, rios contravim
Binho, Bel, Bia, Quim
Vamos embora
Quando eu morrer
Cansado de guerra
Morro de bem
Com a minha terra:
Cana, caqui
Inhame, abóbora
Onde só vento se semeava outrora
Amplidão, nação, sertão sem fim
Oh, Manuel, Migüilim
Vamos embora
Quando eu morrer, que me enterrem na beira do chapadão-contente
com minha terra
Cansado de tanta guerra
Crescido de coração
Estejam bem / Be well.
Tags: Brazil, Brasil, Tetê Moraes, MST.