Recife in the 20s – Part 4

Revista da Cidade – 6th edition – July 3rd, 1926

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How it was in 1830. How it is in 1926.

Screen Shot 2015-01-20 at 8.45.33 AMDelicious Mungunzá (a dish from Brazil’s NE, known as canjica in the SE)

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If You Loved, Why Did You Stop Loving?

“I loved when my teeth changed. I stopped loving when they fell out.” – X

“I loved while I didn’t yet know of Carlito’s ice creams. After, I cooled down.” – Leça Avô

“I loved because of the attraction to the “cliff”. I stopped loving due to the fear of the “cliff”. – Roberto Rebello

“I loved attracted by the perfume of the “Berenice” talcum powder. If she stops using it…I will stop loving.”

Screen Shot 2015-01-20 at 9.14.54 AMAfogados – Where the poor people live

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The Bad Mailman

Why are you there on the floor, so silent, dear mother? Tell me. The rain comes in through the window and gets you all wet but you don’t even notice. Dodn’t you hear the bell ring out on the hour? It’s time for my brother to return from school.

But what happened to make you so sad?

You didn’t get a card from pa-pa today? I saw the mailman with his bag delivering letters to almost everyone, in the city. Just pa-pa’s cards he does not deliver. He saves them to read; I am certain that he is a bad man.

But don’t be sad, dear mother.

Tomorrow, send the kids to buy paper and quills; I will write all pa-pa’s letters myself, and you will not find one mistake. I will write perfectly, from the A to the K.

But why do you laugh, mother?

You don’t find me capable of writing as well as pa-pa? Well, I promise to line the paper with the utmost of care, and I will write in big and beautiful letters. Finished writing, you think I will be as foolish as pa-pa and will put the letter in the horrible mailman’s bag?

Ah! No. I will deliver them to you myself and I will help you read them, one by one. I know the mailman does not like to deliver the good cards.

(This is actually a poem, written by Bengali polymath )

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