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Many people regard the cerrado as something barren, dead.
But that's not what you see when you cover the thousands of paths and tracks
in the cerrado here in São Thomé das Letras.
Its microflora, thousands of species of plants and flowers
that are sure to uplift your spirits
while dismissing the theory of a lifeless cerrado.
This is what you'll find in São Thomé.
Wandering with Sidney
and the talk of the moment is the species of wood in the cerrado
and the Ways of the Ancient, as usual.
He has a Nietzchenian or Castanedesque it
that looks always odd in the simplicity of the cerrado.
I think I could find people better
and worse than him,
but never people LIKE him.
Life on the cliffs and ridges, of the stone mountains,
of the cerrado that makes for all of the landscape in São Thomé das Letras
The pictoresque, bucolic and severe landscape,
a simpler way of life, turned to the countryside life,
for the country's simple things.
Sidney says instigating things
and makes jokes all the time that are just not funny at all.
I got to laugh at some of them, so absurd they sound.
He starts to encourage me to stay.
I start to experience the hard work with an axe together with him.
I think of the Camping 's site I need to develop
in a town's lan-house.
I think of all of this at once.
And the family of Sid and Ney,
the surviving chicks
that lost their foster brother some time ago,
keeps alive and well.
Sid and Ney were named after Sidney
in a humble tribute to him.
and won't stop growing so soon.
So this is life in São Thomé.
The low biological rhythm,
people are calm,
thinking of their problems
in a more reasonable way...
This rocks can be compacted... [Rosângela helping Lívia with an upcoming test at school]
Who are you?
I no compreendo. [I don't understand]
No compreendo muy bien... [I don't understand very well]
I speak to the leaves,
I sing to the birds
I shout oh night, step by step.
I down a gulp, drink the wind
I think oh day, time after time.
I look at nothing, it springs into shape
I feel oh goddesses, the universe.
I remember the picture, I strike the walls
I make it oh being to your likeness.
In all of the ways,
without these secrets,
with many words
and other desires.
Going downtown, to tweak the Camping's website,
something I proposed to do to stay this excess of time here
disturbing people's lives here.
I had hardly recorded the clip,
the camera turned the recording off automatically after 30 seconds
and the police stopped me for a search.
Then, they gave themselves to Marcinho da Motosserra
and the tire repairer Flávio,
caught in the same raid without a helmet.
September's coming and we are getting ready
for the rains that will sure come.
I still have to drop by Gabi's lan-house
and talk to Luciana, who works there.
Both are very nice
and it almost compensates for the nuisance
of installing programs in a computer
to have it turned off for repairs
only one day later with all your programs inside.
I have always been in love with derelict places like this.
How long has it been like this?
What would have made it close down?
I enjoy the poetry of the sun through the gaps,
lighting corners that used to be so dark in this bakery
and try to figure how much was produced here.
Whatever it is, it is such a suggestive place.
Here it comes...
Do I have time to reach the lan-house?
And even if I make it to the lan,
will there be any electricity during the storm???
Agh! The only kind of electricity now
is the one in my camera's batteries,
recording the ice rain that is playing havoc outside.
Luciana, the lan's employee, only shakes her head,
astonished at Mother Nature's show of force.
I had this very good axe and had a scythe (...)
And took a thermos jug with lots of coffee
- ...and some loaves of corn bread almost this big... - Wow, dude...
The guys went crazy, dude...
So he had a seizure?
He did, dude.
I said '***, dude'; I got him by the arm, helped him
through wooden stubs and tools,
with the scythe cutting like hell, the axe;
I took him by the hand and took him home;
he said there's a red light
that comes up to him
Then if he is holding something dangerous,
like an axe or scythe he throws it around and sits down, dude.
Oh my, then he comes to with a hell of a headache, dude...
Subtitled by Matias Romero matiasromero at gmail.com