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Copacabana Beach at Night — No Words Tuesday   1 comment

Copacabana Beach at Night (02/21/02) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Rio de Janeiro Favela   Leave a comment

Rio de Janeiro Favela (2001) — Abstract Art by kenne

In the Favelas

‘Slum tourism’
sneered a moralising friend.

I thought of this
as our small group
trekked through alleys,
deep in the favelas,
climbed interminable steep small stairs,
gazed curiously at faces
that stared back indifferently.

Their world, ruled by drug lords,
Crime bosses, poverty and need …
How do these people of Rocinha,
see us, the dilettante tourists,
stepping carefully on broken ground?
Don’t wear your rings or watches!
Leave your wallets back at the hotel!
Cautiously, we pick our way,
cameras snapping at the sight
of tangled wires for stolen power,
of deep canals that take
the sewerage to the sea,
of grinding cycles of a poverty
that no one can escape.

And we who walk among them,
do we have the right to drive away,
return to luxury hotels,
download our photos
for display to friends back home,
while shaking heads in wonder
that anyone can live like this?

My friend was right, for we have been,
to our eternal shame,
‘Slum tourists!’

Valerie Volk

Rio Favela Art   4 comments

Rio Favela-Edit-1-art-72Rio Favela — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Outburst

I don’t want to talk about war, but that’s what surrounds me,
I hardly went to study yesterday because I couldn’t walk through the favela.

It was said that it was for peace eight years ago, and today it
catches me reading a sweet boy’s post, with fear, fear, and agony.

Crying on your mother’s lap saying,” please save me from this cowardice. ” 

Agonized residents, closed shops and empty squares, machine-gunned
houses as if it were target shooting, seriously, how can I say good morning?

There is silence in the favela, but the soundtrack is still shooting, if I ask for peace
you send a bullet, then I ask for compassion.

Compassion for the kid who went there to buy bread, for the aunt
who is going to work because she is a single mother and for the boy
who is crazy to go back to school on Monday.

If it is still not enough, little by little more and more people will die,
and then what will become of our descendants?

I don’t want to be another survivor to die in this war of inconsequentials,
which kills mostly innocent people and treats the favelados as destitute.

And now it was over: the climate of insecurity settled in our mind.

— Sabrina “MC” Martina
(A 21-year-old poet, rapper, and cultural producer was born and raised in the Alemão favelas on Rio de Janeiro’s north side.)

Copacabana Beach At Night, 2002   Leave a comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERACopacabana Beach, 2002 — Computer Painting by kenne

Capturing the Moment — Rio de Janeiro Street Art   Leave a comment

Posted October 28, 2010 by kenneturner in Art, Capturing the Moment

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