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Una sonrisa. El duende te invita a sus salas. La mantilla. La cintura de avispa. Los palillos. El destello de tus jades. Son chispas de luz que alumbran tus secretas aguas. La uva es vid, ausencia de las hojas Y el tiempo. Un hermano del trigo. Cuando la divinidad es soledad. Get to Know Us. Length: 29 pages. Enhanced Typesetting: Enabled. Page Flip: Enabled. Language: Spanish. Audible Download Audio Books. DPReview Digital Photography. Her voice is that of the universal struggle that women have undergone to achieve self-determination and freedom.
Her struggle towards liberty is not easy and is filled with obstacles but she perseveres nonetheless. Finally, it is our hope that all who view this collective effort will be able to leave with a greater understanding of Brazil, its culture, its music and the role of the female voice in this artistic context. On the day of the project, each student was tasked with bringing words from a poem that was, in one way or another, about a woman.
A majority of the students brought lyrics from music, since we were concluding a unit about poetry in music, though Anna brought a poem that she thought also fit the prompt well. We had a discussion about themes, during which we talked about other themes in the poetry that we brought to class, including the United States, identity, and walls.
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Our finished work was one large poem that was a compilation of the poetry that we had brought. Rather than do a complete reversal of the point of view from the masculine to the feminine , we retained some of the masculine point of views to highlight the contrast. This final poem was constructed through debate, during which we took lines and stanzas from the various poems and grouped and organized them in such a way to tell the story of these contrasting points of view.
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This is our second project. For this piece, we decided to work with cordel, or Brazilian Folk Poetry, which is the poetic narrative part of the popular oral tradition in the Northeastern region of Brazil. Its sound and musicality closely resemble that of epic poems and troubadours. These works can be easily recognized by those in search of them due to their specific traits and features.
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The second one possesses more urban features that narrate political issues, income distribution, and even gender and race issues. Cordel is a form of popular complaint and resistance made by the people and for the people. As such, it is comparable to any form of political or social fights i. Its musicality can also be associated with that of a unique ballad or sonnet with a rhyme scheme either ababccb called sixstanza-verse or ababccdeed ten-stanza-verse.
Despite this, we believe the cordel can speak for itself, which is the reason we have decided to create an original descriptive and metalinguistic cordel utilizing all of the above information into a poetic narrative, from prose to verse. Initially, we divided ourselves into pairs to create different sections of the cordel.
We all came up with some great ideas while we were working together. In the end, we created a cordel, mostly in English, but with some words in Portuguese as well. Sometimes it was difficult to come up with sentences that could contain a good rhythm. Nevertheless, we managed to do just that. We tried to create a cordel that would explain the function of this type of literature and we had some difficult decisions to make as far as language use was concerned, but each member of our class helped to develop a cordel poem that was strong, witty, and clear.
Everyone was very responsible. Additionally, one of the students took photos of the working process. One thing that was clear is that there is quite a lot of creative potential among the students. We laughed a lot and everyone was pleased with the final result of our collective labor. It was obvious that each person used their own talents while giving their own linguistic perspectives as well as their artistic abilities while collaborating on this assignment. One last item that is worthy of mention is that the students completed this cordel project without the professor being there.
Despite this, the cordel we created is a genuine work of creative and poetic art. This unit was on vozes femininas da poesia brasileira, or female voices in Brazilian poetry. We explored what it meant to be a female poet in Brazil, as well as the history of female poets and their place in the literary canon. For the project for this unit, then, it made sense to continue to use poetry to explore the female experience. As the majority of the class is female, we thought it would be important to draw from our lives as women and tell our own stories in a single poem that drew from our collective experiences.
We would take these, translate, and format in a bilingual poetic prose to represent an experience that anyone can in some way relate to. Thus, the final product was a poem that described different instances in our lives in which being a woman was something that stood out, that was significant. We hope this can be an illuminating and unifying piece for women and for allies. Never depend on men. Nunca dependa dos homens. Acaba o corpo da mulher. Find a good man because he will be your ticket to a better place.
I skipped that part; I drove myself out of there. Decidi pular essa parte. Just thirteen years old when I got my period. Era tudo demais. They were strong, because simply put, they had to be.
My grandfathers left home to go fight in wars. They studied in college and were very smart. They were always the best of students. They had to overcome quite a lot in their lives. But in the end they came out standing tall and proud. My mother is the strongest person I know. And I have nothing but pride in being her son. The women of my family are indeed quite beautiful. But especially so in terms of the goodness of their hearts.
Elas eram fortes, porque tinham que ser. Elas estudaram numa universidade e eram muito inteligentes. Elas eram sempre as melhores estudantes. Elas tinham bastante desafios nas suas vidas. E eu tenho muito orgulho de ser seu filho. Mothers have a sixth sense. At age 16, I was met with silence. What had I done wrong? Shared my body? Lost my valuable virginity?
Did who I was change because of one night? Did none of my true virtues and qualities matter anymore? O que eu fiz de errado? Compartilhei meu corpo? Perdi minha preciosa virgindade? And yet almost 14 years later we love one another more now than we did the day we said I do. E ainda quase 14 anos depois nos amamos mais hoje do que no dia em que dissemos sim. I think we can all agree that we spent the most time discussing this project rather than creating it. Issues that we discussed ranged anywhere from breastfeeding in public to menstruation. But underneath all of the issues we were trying to cover, we realized that we all knew what we wanted to create: We wanted to share our stories, our experiences that we face.