[Applause]
I tell stories of lives barred by
an idea that was imposed by force this
idea turned thousands of tons of steel
concrete and cement in one of the Xingu
large rivers of the largest rain forest
of the world
the name that gave this idea is beautiful mount
because violence also in the act of
to name things there is almost a beautiful enjoyment
build a hydroelectric plant that only produces
part of the year because in the other
part of the year xingu water shrinks mint
is hides beautiful mount a construction of
ruins
Brazil is a great builder of
ruins
Brazil builds the ina sim dimensions
continental
days ago I was asked what the river
I would if I could speak soft speak to
people do not understand how to inhabit the skin of
to listen to what is even more human than
the whistle is just a microbe sometimes
a small ringworm living in the pores
from the river
we walk on the face and the river but not
we actually inhabit because we can not reach
the language of the river
for us of the noise that does not distinguish
then the brother exploded by dynamite and the
far away it hurts and everything silences the river
is dead
only part of it is badly injured
but it sounds like death because we stop
even hear noise
the silence of the Xingu is a noise
terrible
[Music]
he leaves us in suspense suspended
the silence of the Xingu is an immense of something
one on the edge of this point that we are in
Eve the Xingu today is a day before
the Indians know the riverbank knows the
do not know I tell stories of
Barred lives because I do not understand river
My stories, but this one.
impossibility of reaching the language
the Xingu for over ten years I lie
My body in the tongue of this river scrubs
my leg from him
I returned with my nails and I know
that Xingu is woman but not language
for me then I listen to people who
the closer you get to where you live the river
human shields
those who share the same
vocal chords that I
The first is to show that the words
may have the same consonant with them
places and yet not be the
same
it was a man called the otavio das chagas
that name I would know next was to
prophecy otavio das chagas was born in
one of the thousands of islands
of the Xingu and its body was determined by
this experience of living on earth
between waters
otavio became small to soften in the
forest and not weigh on the belly of the
river when sliding his canoe when the team
Back to earth he knew the river.
had fewer fish to tickle
Your body of water is grateful.
I already knew the man who had been
beautiful hill
I do not know if you ever saw a man.
ripped out
terrible terrible is not in your
image but the sensation that it causes the
short is whole there but missing
parts
I will tell you how I am the team already
was with his family on the outskirts of
in a rented house was the year of
2014 he at the age of 60 to discover the
his first hungry beautiful mount had
become a fisherman without a river
there is fish the tank spoke but he did not
had words was there because
to sign a paper that was not able to
read the stains on paper that he
can not decipher and steal everything
he disappeared into the tight corridor of the
came back home with a
plastic
in it he keeps the papers that do not
deciphers but who are taking loaves of
life inside that folder are the bullets
lost and otavio das chagas
the bullets found he shows me why
Do you think that I can read the papers more
I’m not good
death sentence reader
built with letters of attorney
I asked about life, I was going to say
something but the words that come to me
If they disagree, they reach my
ears but say nothing
are bumpy words got lost in the
others in that house from despair to
around us altamir rge
it is already the most violent city in the
Brazil but we still do not know your
son francisco then makes a gesture
it points to your own body cup
This scar was when ax fell on the
my foot on the island I was two years old
then goes through with my ears
and starts to listen to otavio’s scars
of the sores
I finally begin to understand are the
important thing is that they tell me why
Nasturtiums are all that his
body is your name
the tazio das chagas is a refugee of his
own country is a refugee in its
own country
understand what I took so long to understand
when someone is forced to leave their
country your homeland your matter your land
because of famine wars and epidemics
when someone is uprooted from their country
by the geopolitics of those who hold power and
the privileges of the planet something that is
to a materiality that counts
that person lived even if they are
ruins
even if they are your dead but when
Someone has a drowned island like
happened with otavio of the wounds to
memory turns water does not kill it
materiality to its history all that
he said he had a life Maria did
nine eyelashes was merry sad was almost
violent and manssor all this he who
even made the bones of your father get lost
then the son pointed to his own
body drawing a map in the bones in
flesh on the skin tells the story of each
scar understands at that moment that the
horror of the refugees of beautiful mount o
be reduced to the territory of the
own body
I could only count on the
scars from their wounds to say
that existed was a man adrift in the
certificate of the city in colorado only in
yourself
What is the name of this violence?
You know I understood what it was about
from words scars and since then I
I listen to scars words too.
my fingers the refugees of beautiful mount
not only has body books
headboard
days ago I was contacted about the saga of
his family to the mountain island where he
was born
The island today is under the
beautiful hill
only one tip left and we got it
up there after crossing the barrier with
our feet but the security guards expelled
of the island because they are now the guards
before all the doors and expelled
a tablet of sores on behalf of the
safety of your body
down below the hip bones o tav
the memory of a lifetime literally
crushed by the wall of beautiful mount
The river now has a bathroom since
they built ruin on the body of the Xingu
the hours of the day when he grows
control your arms and legs your arms
and wind legs there too butt and
breasts
this almost erotic furious dance
the bathroom does not let anyone pass
strong redemunho ex expels all river
of your barred body
At these times the river wants to be angry
alone the words scars and otavio
of the sores threw me into the bathroom
inland waters and her where I’m up
today
the writing is the one that the stains in the paper
the one that is in the folder of otavio and
so many other beautiful hill refugees are
this plucking all this that fascinates
is one of the main weapons of the elites in
several times in brazil’s history
writing is very much but it is also a
weapon to subjugate the first to warn
all the others that mark the life by the
orality by the body of the river of trees
of the stones of maps made of another
matter
This is not a phrase trying to be
poetic
these are not many phrases in search of
The effect is only distress. I know the
dead of this writing I saw his blood
I smelled their corpses I
I heard the cries of those that kind
I was writing his burial in the
Brazil is the one who writes to stop
it is outside the powers of the law of the
medicine than this to the ears to
keep the walls like mine did then
of writing my being and is not in the world
uses this violent instrument to
denounce violence
in doing so I am not legitimizing
the supremacy of a narrative about the
another and thus perpetrating a game act
I do not even know how to organize
I learned in 30 years that only
We can walk the world carrying
our contradictions otavio das chagas me
taught that we should get on with my
gesture of writing but without denying the
violence of this gesture write do
also mark on my body
there are also neither words scars
I also make me a bedside book
and in this position, I was
nasturtiums to lean over three houses
many different
and none of them is your home
company men decreed this not
It’s a house in your house on the river for them.
concept of village leblon house
Mills of the Windmills
to otavio das chagas house the roof of
babassu and also the air that enters through
never closed are the fruit trees of the
forest the fish in the river is the
freedom does not go to the countryside
plate in the bush
the singing of guariba monkeys at dawn
at home they are also neighbors and
jokes at sunset is football
of boys and girls is where
tie the net to whoever comes but this
house was not inscribed in the roles of
company men
who says what is a house who says who
is the taboo of the sagas and their
family members went from rent to
census census a house
donated never came home not
they arrived while there was no river
rivers as he calls the city of
Street
I’m going to the street, it’s coming from the street.
is on the street which means that it is
out today he is an inhabitant of the outside
It is also because of being outside within otavio
and many are refugees in
your own country and riverside
is to be an inhabitant of the
world
the ancestors of what is called
the riverside brokers in brazil
were carried from the northeast of the
end of the 19th century to cut syringe
to make rubber in the forest
from the drought of centuries of
play in the void hands of the colonels in the
the jungle were submitted to the
very similar to those of the
slavery killed indigenous people and
killed by indigenous people
many made families with women
sometimes the kidnapping and the indigenous
rape in the second war the army of
poor Northeastern Brazilians were
forest for all and rubber
in each one of the times always with
business interests plummeted were
abandoned in the woods by the bosses and
created a way of living from what
not an exclusionary experience
one of freedom to navigate between the worlds
having as its border the body of the river
has become a strategy of
survival
the real fishing and cars are
break brown take out on duty
fields do would sometimes raise chickens
can cut a syringe if the price is
Good that it pokes a little when it appears
a gossip of gold in the past tired
much the jaguar crb to be here and there is to be
this and also that riparian
inhabitants of the borders
this is multiple and it is between them that
were poor would not abandon the
patrons as cheap meat and already
extensively used have appropriated the
own body
it is common to hear the descendants of
first bloggers to proclaim
proud
nobody ever told me or never
I had a job to freedom lies in
moving by the river by those read by desires
but how to move in the now barred river
when pressure for land increased in the
Amazonians have advanced to
near the banks with his gunmen
many clubbers occupied the
Sunday was the last stronghold of
resistance not of a life plus one
saga of the northeastern semi – arid certificate
to the excesses of the river
then beautiful mount the fire to the islands and
have been reconverted into
urban poor now
I asked some of them what it is to be
poor
be poor and have no choice what to eat
where to go from what to do or
do not do
to be poor is to have no choice
desire
I asked them what it is to be rich
being rich is not needing money
this must also be understood
are not just victims of
an idea of development that kills
that reductionist look of the enormity of what
are the Xingu river dwellers of other
Amazonian rivers carry on the body a
insurrection its incarnation of an uprising
while it’s called Brazil I lived
this and that they made a revolution
the margin and the margin became state
a totally unique experience
that subverts the power to subvert the
movement of life that questioned all
the scriptures have become a
unique experience not as entities of the
forest but as between them then the
state has arrived not to guarantee rights
but to build ruins and islands
Quilombos became water
the dead trees extend their arms
accusers towards the sky and the skin of
The river rots the water now smell
corpse but it is not the river that dies
it is we who have always feared
catastrophe on the long night of the
now have become the catastrophe
I want to tell you what I hear
the barred lives of the Xingu
and failure to convert them into words
failure is a condition of who writes
life always escapes life overflows
life is greater life flows in the word but
does not accept being barred by her whom I
taught that writing a body act in the
body was the xingu what I have for
Offer is myself this body made
of words scars
this tragically insufficient body
more gift
helio alves da silva a fisherman who saw
the poet when he was pressed from the river
said that we lose all fights
if only common count but we can
break through the levees in making them
one more and one more and more a very
thanks
[Applause]
I tell stories of lives barred by
an idea that was imposed by force this
idea turned thousands of tons of steel
concrete and cement in one of the Xingu
large rivers of the largest rain forest
of the world
the name that gave this idea is beautiful mount
because violence also in the act of
to name things there is almost a beautiful enjoyment
build a hydroelectric plant that only produces
part of the year because in the other
part of the year xingu water shrinks mint
is hides beautiful mount a construction of
ruins
Brazil is a great builder of
ruins
Brazil builds the ina sim dimensions
continental
days ago I was asked what the river
I would if I could speak soft speak to
people do not understand how to inhabit the skin of
to listen to what is even more human than
the whistle is just a microbe sometimes
a small ringworm living in the pores
from the river
we walk on the face and the river but not
we actually inhabit because we can not reach
the language of the river
for us of the noise that does not distinguish
then the brother exploded by dynamite and the
far away it hurts and everything silences the river
is dead
only part of it is badly injured
but it sounds like death because we stop
even hear noise
the silence of the Xingu is a noise
terrible
[Music]
he leaves us in suspense suspended
the silence of the Xingu is an immense of something
one on the edge of this point that we are in
Eve the Xingu today is a day before
the Indians know the riverbank knows the
do not know I tell stories of
Barred lives because I do not understand river
My stories, but this one.
impossibility of reaching the language
the Xingu for over ten years I lie
My body in the tongue of this river scrubs
my leg from him
I returned with my nails and I know
that Xingu is woman but not language
for me then I listen to people who
the closer you get to where you live the river
human shields
those who share the same
vocal chords that I
The first is to show that the words
may have the same consonant with them
places and yet not be the
same
it was a man called the otavio das chagas
that name I would know next was to
prophecy otavio das chagas was born in
one of the thousands of islands
of the Xingu and its body was determined by
this experience of living on earth
between waters
otavio became small to soften in the
forest and not weigh on the belly of the
river when sliding his canoe when the team
Back to earth he knew the river.
had fewer fish to tickle
Your body of water is grateful.
I already knew the man who had been
beautiful hill
I do not know if you ever saw a man.
ripped out
terrible terrible is not in your
image but the sensation that it causes the
short is whole there but missing
parts
I will tell you how I am the team already
was with his family on the outskirts of
in a rented house was the year of
2014 he at the age of 60 to discover the
his first hungry beautiful mount had
become a fisherman without a river
there is fish the tank spoke but he did not
had words was there because
to sign a paper that was not able to
read the stains on paper that he
can not decipher and steal everything
he disappeared into the tight corridor of the
came back home with a
plastic
in it he keeps the papers that do not
deciphers but who are taking loaves of
life inside that folder are the bullets
lost and otavio das chagas
the bullets found he shows me why
Do you think that I can read the papers more
I’m not good
death sentence reader
built with letters of attorney
I asked about life, I was going to say
something but the words that come to me
If they disagree, they reach my
ears but say nothing
are bumpy words got lost in the
others in that house from despair to
around us altamir rge
it is already the most violent city in the
Brazil but we still do not know your
son francisco then makes a gesture
it points to your own body cup
This scar was when ax fell on the
my foot on the island I was two years old
then goes through with my ears
and starts to listen to otavio’s scars
of the sores
I finally begin to understand are the
important thing is that they tell me why
Nasturtiums are all that his
body is your name
the tazio das chagas is a refugee of his
own country is a refugee in its
own country
understand what I took so long to understand
when someone is forced to leave their
country your homeland your matter your land
because of famine wars and epidemics
when someone is uprooted from their country
by the geopolitics of those who hold power and
the privileges of the planet something that is
to a materiality that counts
that person lived even if they are
ruins
even if they are your dead but when
Someone has a drowned island like
happened with otavio of the wounds to
memory turns water does not kill it
materiality to its history all that
he said he had a life Maria did
nine eyelashes was merry sad was almost
violent and manssor all this he who
even made the bones of your father get lost
then the son pointed to his own
body drawing a map in the bones in
flesh on the skin tells the story of each
scar understands at that moment that the
horror of the refugees of beautiful mount o
be reduced to the territory of the
own body
I could only count on the
scars from their wounds to say
that existed was a man adrift in the
certificate of the city in colorado only in
yourself
What is the name of this violence?
You know I understood what it was about
from words scars and since then I
I listen to scars words too.
my fingers the refugees of beautiful mount
not only has body books
headboard
days ago I was contacted about the saga of
his family to the mountain island where he
was born
The island today is under the
beautiful hill
only one tip left and we got it
up there after crossing the barrier with
our feet but the security guards expelled
of the island because they are now the guards
before all the doors and expelled
a tablet of sores on behalf of the
safety of your body
down below the hip bones o tav
the memory of a lifetime literally
crushed by the wall of beautiful mount
The river now has a bathroom since
they built ruin on the body of the Xingu
the hours of the day when he grows
control your arms and legs your arms
and wind legs there too butt and
breasts
this almost erotic furious dance
the bathroom does not let anyone pass
strong redemunho ex expels all river
of your barred body
At these times the river wants to be angry
alone the words scars and otavio
of the sores threw me into the bathroom
inland waters and her where I’m up
today
the writing is the one that the stains in the paper
the one that is in the folder of otavio and
so many other beautiful hill refugees are
this plucking all this that fascinates
is one of the main weapons of the elites in
several times in brazil’s history
writing is very much but it is also a
weapon to subjugate the first to warn
all the others that mark the life by the
orality by the body of the river of trees
of the stones of maps made of another
matter
This is not a phrase trying to be
poetic
these are not many phrases in search of
The effect is only distress. I know the
dead of this writing I saw his blood
I smelled their corpses I
I heard the cries of those that kind
I was writing his burial in the
Brazil is the one who writes to stop
it is outside the powers of the law of the
medicine than this to the ears to
keep the walls like mine did then
of writing my being and is not in the world
uses this violent instrument to
denounce violence
in doing so I am not legitimizing
the supremacy of a narrative about the
another and thus perpetrating a game act
I do not even know how to organize
I learned in 30 years that only
We can walk the world carrying
our contradictions otavio das chagas me
taught that we should get on with my
gesture of writing but without denying the
violence of this gesture write do
also mark on my body
there are also neither words scars
I also make me a bedside book
and in this position, I was
nasturtiums to lean over three houses
many different
and none of them is your home
company men decreed this not
It’s a house in your house on the river for them.
concept of village leblon house
Mills of the Windmills
to otavio das chagas house the roof of
babassu and also the air that enters through
never closed are the fruit trees of the
forest the fish in the river is the
freedom does not go to the countryside
plate in the bush
the singing of guariba monkeys at dawn
at home they are also neighbors and
jokes at sunset is football
of boys and girls is where
tie the net to whoever comes but this
house was not inscribed in the roles of
company men
who says what is a house who says who
is the taboo of the sagas and their
family members went from rent to
census census a house
donated never came home not
they arrived while there was no river
rivers as he calls the city of
Street
I’m going to the street, it’s coming from the street.
is on the street which means that it is
out today he is an inhabitant of the outside
It is also because of being outside within otavio
and many are refugees in
your own country and riverside
is to be an inhabitant of the
world
the ancestors of what is called
the riverside brokers in brazil
were carried from the northeast of the
end of the 19th century to cut syringe
to make rubber in the forest
from the drought of centuries of
play in the void hands of the colonels in the
the jungle were submitted to the
very similar to those of the
slavery killed indigenous people and
killed by indigenous people
many made families with women
sometimes the kidnapping and the indigenous
rape in the second war the army of
poor Northeastern Brazilians were
forest for all and rubber
in each one of the times always with
business interests plummeted were
abandoned in the woods by the bosses and
created a way of living from what
not an exclusionary experience
one of freedom to navigate between the worlds
having as its border the body of the river
has become a strategy of
survival
the real fishing and cars are
break brown take out on duty
fields do would sometimes raise chickens
can cut a syringe if the price is
Good that it pokes a little when it appears
a gossip of gold in the past tired
much the jaguar crb to be here and there is to be
this and also that riparian
inhabitants of the borders
this is multiple and it is between them that
were poor would not abandon the
patrons as cheap meat and already
extensively used have appropriated the
own body
it is common to hear the descendants of
first bloggers to proclaim
proud
nobody ever told me or never
I had a job to freedom lies in
moving by the river by those read by desires
but how to move in the now barred river
when pressure for land increased in the
Amazonians have advanced to
near the banks with his gunmen
many clubbers occupied the
Sunday was the last stronghold of
resistance not of a life plus one
saga of the northeastern semi – arid certificate
to the excesses of the river
then beautiful mount the fire to the islands and
have been reconverted into
urban poor now
I asked some of them what it is to be
poor
be poor and have no choice what to eat
where to go from what to do or
do not do
to be poor is to have no choice
desire
I asked them what it is to be rich
being rich is not needing money
this must also be understood
are not just victims of
an idea of development that kills
that reductionist look of the enormity of what
are the Xingu river dwellers of other
Amazonian rivers carry on the body a
insurrection its incarnation of an uprising
while it’s called Brazil I lived
this and that they made a revolution
the margin and the margin became state
a totally unique experience
that subverts the power to subvert the
movement of life that questioned all
the scriptures have become a
unique experience not as entities of the
forest but as between them then the
state has arrived not to guarantee rights
but to build ruins and islands
Quilombos became water
the dead trees extend their arms
accusers towards the sky and the skin of
The river rots the water now smell
corpse but it is not the river that dies
it is we who have always feared
catastrophe on the long night of the
now have become the catastrophe
I want to tell you what I hear
the barred lives of the Xingu
and failure to convert them into words
failure is a condition of who writes
life always escapes life overflows
life is greater life flows in the word but
does not accept being barred by her whom I
taught that writing a body act in the
body was the xingu what I have for
Offer is myself this body made
of words scars
this tragically insufficient body
more gift
helio alves da silva a fisherman who saw
the poet when he was pressed from the river
said that we lose all fights
if only common count but we can
break through the levees in making them
one more and one more and more a very
thanks
[Applause]
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