tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59380454189805925932024-02-07T18:41:38.949+00:00Memóriadas gentes que fazem a HistóriaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01894760416656474510noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938045418980592593.post-87667957701467593532016-01-08T15:56:00.000+00:002016-01-08T16:02:52.416+00:00Mudámos de "casa" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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O nosso blogue vai mudar de casa. A partir de hoje, estaremos presentes num novo espaço, mais dinâmico e abrangente, procurando responder, de forma objetiva, às novas dimensões do projeto “Memória das Gentes que fazem a História”: Nona Ilha e Autonomia. Aqui saberá todos os detalhes e desenvolvimentos do trabalho; conhecerá as várias histórias de vida, os protagonistas, as lembranças, os momentos marcantes, quer na ilha fazendo o caminho da Autonomia, quer lá fora, acompanhando a Diáspora. Aqui daremos conta das vidas de gente como nós.
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Hoje, vamos ao Faial. Vamos ouvir a vida contada na primeira pessoa. Uma história ligada à emigração. Vamos saber de um sonho ... e da força de realizar esse sonho!<br />
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Há 101 anos, Francisco escrevia à sua irmã, explicando-lhe a razão da sua ausência e desejando-lhe um ano novo feliz... </div>
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Algures no meio de África rapazes vindos de todo o Portugal lutavam numa Guerra ... a do Ultramar ... o mais importante era voltar vivo para juntos dos seus. Com o chegar de Dezembro, as saudades apertavam de tal modo que muitos preferiam se embebedar para evitar pensar no presépio... na árvore de Natal ...na consoada...na missa do Galo...na família toda reunida. Outros, escreviam compulsivamente para casa, pedindo novidades e contando de como ali,no meio do mato, tudo era diferente ... Francisco Dantas mandou um postal de Boas Festas para a Madeira, para a sua família. Ficou guardado até hoje... são assim as coisas da memória ...</div>
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Triste, esta memória. Traz, ainda, lágrimas aos olhos. Estamos no Curral, em casa do Sr. João, homem de trabalho e de mundo, emigrante regressado de Venezuela, com uma história de sacrifícios e lutas, de clandestinidades e de sofrimentos:<br />
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Pedro Urbano, 2009 </div>
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Ao longo deste ano, o Memória das Gentes que fazem a História tem caminhado de porta em porta, umas escancaradas, outras semi-abertas, algumas fechadas até.
Temos ouvido, dado colo a tantas histórias… lembranças de gentes como nós…
Este é uma espécie de balanço… um arrumar da casa [passado]… e também um mapear [futuro] pois ainda há muito por ouvir e por recolher …<br />
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Sábado passado, na Atlântida, o Manuel da Costa mostrou-se ao mundo para onde fugiu, menino ainda. Contou de lágrimas e de sonhos, de viagens e de trabalhos, contou da sua vida... <br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Tarde de sol. Curral das Freiras. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>João
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Encumeada fora… Carregou os senhores e a sua excentricidade, de rede, montanha
acima, a troco de algumas patacas e de um copo de vinho… Trabalhou na
construção do “furado” do Curral. O antigo. Ajudou a construir a vereda do Pico
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Um dia recebeu uma proposta para se inscrever num curso e tirar o diploma de eletricista. M ficou entusiasmada mas, à medida que os dias foram passando, o medo tomou conta dela e amansou a euforia. M. recusou o convite ... ficou para trás um sonho ... ficou para trás uma lista com um M de mulher que poderia ter sido quiçá a primeira eletricista diplomada na Madeira...</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313900304813005089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938045418980592593.post-33598654714564603312015-11-27T10:22:00.002+00:002015-11-27T10:24:01.997+00:00NÓS… NO MUNDO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGL9_AwGOPD1OQkPoIGbwLrfktbIIr_snWxzxNTNhZdIpT5rG6BzKg0hKzti1q72MeBAi64lpdoV1obAZC_bvnB53PCg43XW7Dd-E4sVY6xWOFhhnU6a1kXOgcU4FhX4Dvlz-WojaahEg/s1600/1%25C2%25AA+viagem+%25C3%25A0+Madeira+1966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGL9_AwGOPD1OQkPoIGbwLrfktbIIr_snWxzxNTNhZdIpT5rG6BzKg0hKzti1q72MeBAi64lpdoV1obAZC_bvnB53PCg43XW7Dd-E4sVY6xWOFhhnU6a1kXOgcU4FhX4Dvlz-WojaahEg/s200/1%25C2%25AA+viagem+%25C3%25A0+Madeira+1966.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
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Às vezes, dava certo; outras vezes, eram apanhados e presos... <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05680649601190787991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938045418980592593.post-47018527938239397472015-11-19T08:59:00.001+00:002015-11-19T08:59:11.022+00:00Afinal, não era o El-Dorado <br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Tinha quinze anos quando se casou. O noivo regressou para a Venezuela onde vivia desde criança, deixando-a menina casada, sob o olhar dos pais, dos sogros e das gentes da freguesia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Foram no Santa Maria. Custou-lhe a despedida da mãe e das
irmãs que ficaram na ilha, mas foi contente... Nunca tinha vista uma coisa assim.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> Refere-se ao barco: às
salas de baile, as piscinas. Sabiam que, nos outros andares havia festas. Eles, porém, em Terceira classe, falavam da vida, das dificuldades, da esperança.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Quando Ermelinda chegou a Caracas ,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ficou “chocada”. A vida era dura, as condições precárias, viviam com outras pessoas, na mesma casa. A Venezuela, afinal, não era o <em>El-Dorado</em>... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Naquela altura, porém, os emigrantes ajudavam-se muito uns aos
outros. Chegavam lá sem dinheiro mas havia sempre quem estivesse disposto a
ajudar, a dar sociedade num negócio para possibilitar começar a vida. E recomeçar. No duro. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Teve muitos filhos. Muita vontade de regressar. A sua casa era na ilha. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Chama-se Ermelinda. E tem ainda a força da vida. É uma das nossas colaboradoras do Projeto Memórias...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Na fronteira das mobilidades, naquele lugar exato onde o partir e o chegar se encontram, num tempo presente, com representações do passado e uma vontade imensa de futuro, mora a vida de tantos homens e de tantas mulheres que, um dia, saíram da sua terra, em busca de uma vida melhor."</span></blockquote>
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No CEHA, dias 12 e 13 de novembro, com entrada livre a todo o público interessado, debateremos questões de mobilidades, de fronteiras – naturais, reais ou imaginárias; refletir-se-á sobre os novos conceitos que emergem do (des)equilíbrio entre migrantes e nativos, nas implicações que a (in)constante mobilidade vem trazer para o espaço geográfico, social, cultural e literário. Falar-se-á de memórias transfronteiriças, de escritas, de imigrantes, de doentes, de linguística, de saudade e de ilha(s).<br />
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A porta está sempre aberta ... entrámos .... o mirante tirou-nos a respiração ... deixámos-nos ficar ... assim... sem mais nada ... a ouvir o que o tempo tem guardado ... a sentir o murmurar do basalto ... o muralhar do mar lá ao fundo .. a ravina envolta numa espécie de algodão doce ... as quedas de água rebeldes e o vento manso que desce serra abaixo ...<br />
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... e depois ... depois dêmos tempo ao tempo ... e ouvimos o que Beatriz Silva e Manuel Rodrigues têm para contar ... são eles os guardiões da Casa do Penedo...<br />
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... porque <i>a casa é o nosso canto do mundo</i> ...<br />
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Ontem fomos para o Norte . O sol brilhava desembaraçado.As folhas da vinha já perderam a sua cor <i>vinhática</i>, fazendo lembrar que a vindima terminou já e que, em breve, será tempo de preparar de novo as parreiras. </div>
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Na adega da Casa do Penedo, várias pipas alinhadas guardavam com candura o vinho tratado pelas mãos de quem sabe .... estamos na primeira lua minguante de novembro. É tempo de tapar o vinho. </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">.....ontem foi dia de Pão-Por-Deus ... e de repente, as cascas das nozes transformaram-se em <i>grilinhos</i>... </span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313900304813005089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938045418980592593.post-78069471381006565072015-10-30T08:33:00.001+00:002015-10-30T08:33:30.044+00:00POR FALAR EM INVEJIDADE... Estamos dentro da cidade. As portas abrem-nos histórias de outras arquiteturas. <br />
Espreitamos. Não resistimos a olhar para dentro das coisas.<br />
No alto da escadaria ...<br />
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porque ...«que las hay, las hay...»Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05680649601190787991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938045418980592593.post-48222288878946450462015-10-26T11:47:00.000+00:002015-10-26T11:47:41.027+00:00Por causa da invejidade...
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>É termo bem característico madeirense - a invejidade, significando a inveja mal reprimida, encapotada, que moe e ginga, repiza e muito gira, a lançar mão de todos os meios para se alastrar, procurando anular a sombra que a escurece e molesta, umida e fria, infiltrante, deprimindo o que é alheio, a roçar-se a esquina, para realização dos seus fins. É a inveja dinâmica, sem sentido, nem direcção, impando uma coragem embexigada pela vacina do medo.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> A. A. Sarmento (1944)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">... uma cruzinha de alecrim...</span></div>
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<i><span style="background: white; font-family: "Garamond","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">... eu te curo de olhado mal<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>invejado e emprezado, em o nome que o padre te poz<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>na pia,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>com<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o nome de Deus e da
Virge-Maria e das tres pessoas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>da
Santissima<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trindade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Se está mal invejada, no<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>seu comer, ou no seu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>beber, no seu vestir, no seu calçar,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>no<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>seu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ter, na<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sua<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<i><span style="background: white; font-family: "Garamond","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">.. .na<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sua gordura, no seu andar;
quem invejou<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>com<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mau mado não torne a invejar. Arrebenta-te,
cão, vae-te p'ra<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o inferno. Alecrim<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>verde,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>que<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nasce no<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>campo, tirae<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>este mal<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>este<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>quebranto.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Home<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bom,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>mulher irada, palhas aguadas, por onde este mal entrou por lá sáia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Credo, tres vezes credo, arrebenta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cão nas profundas do inferno</span></i><span style="background: white; font-family: "Garamond","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">. (SARMENTO, 1912:114-115).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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