7th September- Independence or death!
Hi friends, welcome to the blog.
Today,7th September, is holiday in Brazil. It’s the date when Brazil became independent of Portugal in 1822.
Apart from the unproven theory that the Phoenicians (incidentally coming from Africa to the Brazilian coast) have had been here firstly, all we learn since our childhood is that Brazil was discovered by Portugal and was its colony until 1815 when Dom João gave the honour for Brazil to become a united kindom to Portugal with the support of England which has had been allowed by Portugal to arrive in Brazil for trading and for this reason was protecting the portuguese from french attack.
Meanwhile the situation was black for him (D. João) in Portugal. They didn’t like the news and he was under pressure. He left Brazil and let his son D. Pedro I in his place. In Portugal they wanted D. Pedro I to return to Portugal and to make Brazil colony again. There was a pressure here too. The brazilians would have had wanted to separate from Portugal if it have happened. So Dom Pedro I decided to stay here and Brazil was declared independent in 1822 (although the independence and freedom was not for everybody because there was still the slavery).
To be honest I think our history is very strange. Isn’t strange that the independence of Brazil has been declared by a prince from Portugal? And I feel selfish and guilty thinking why on earth Brazil has not been colony from England? Why James Cook went to the east and not west ? At least my english would be better.
Anyway, sometimes I think the history is too complicated. So I’d better inform you all( just to change the subject) that 7th September is also the date that “Chiquinho”, who, coincidentely was a free and independent little bird, was killed by a cruel eagle last year.
My heart, divided by two opposite feelings: happiness for the holiday and sadness for bringing this sad story to me, is filled with inspiration. What is helpful to write a sonnet. A sonnet not free like modern poems ‘cause Chiquinho was not allowed to be free and independent. Brazil was lucky while my poor little bird...
Sonnet in memoriam
In this early morning free from fears
Chiquinho is innocently outside having fun
From the shadows the eagle appears
And me? I am beautifully lying in the sun
There is no hero in this scenery
It seems to be a perfect crime
Just the stranger and the victim in the greenery
This picture brings that tragedy to mind
Isn’t it ironically the worst luck of the World,
Even if he had never been chained by men,
That comparing to this unfairly large bird
Unluckily he was on the bottom of the food chain?
As a tribute to the best of the best of the little birds
I had promised to myself put down his story in words
*It was what Dom Pedro I screamed at the banks of the Ipiranga River : Independence or Death!
Have a nice holiday! Take care
A little note:
I wrote this post the day before 7th September 'cause I'm going to travel. It's holiday! Arriba! Arriba!
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