Trabalho de antropologia sobre Tropicália.
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A Tropicália, Tropicalismo ou Movimento Tropicalista, foi um movimento cultural brasileiro, de vanguarda na década de sessenta. O ano 1968 mudou a vida de muitas pessoas com seus objetivos sociais, políticos e principalmente comportamentais. Manifestações tradicionais e inovações estéticas radicais foram marcas do movimento, porém, a maior manifestação do movimento foi a música. cujos maiores representantes foram Caetano Veloso, Torquato Neto, Gilberto Gil, Os Mutantes e Tom Zé. Manifestações tropicalistas também foram incorporadas no cinema, teatro e artes plásticas.
Num momento delicado, em que nada podia ser dito, esses artistas baseavam-se nos tradicionais hippies da cultura norte-americana e criaram canções baseadas na cultura pop arte, antropofagia, concretismo e numa estética de vanguarda em plena ditadura militar. Pelo usar influências de outras culturas, os Tropicalistas foram tachados de alienados Na época, aquilo que fugia do nacionalismo, não era visto com bons olhos pelos intelectuais e militantes.
Suas intenções eram romper as barreiras comportamentais, principalmente a do sexo livre. Encontraram na música, um modo de protestar.
Na época, foi criada a censura. Qualquer tipo de mídia, precisava passar pela censura antes de ir ao ar, mas com jeito irreverente e alusões “escondidas” na letra das músicas, os artistas disseram “o que queriam” sem serem – parcialmente – pegos pela censura. As manifestações vinham por acordes hilários, arranjos, sons e ruídos estranhos para os padrões da época em letras sérias.

Prisão de Gilberto Gil e Caetano Veloso
Durante a ditadura militar, muitos brasileiros deixaram o país e seguiram para o exterior. Era o início do exílio. Porém, diferente dos vizinhos latino-americanos, o exílio brasileiro não foi "em massa". Ou seja, não representou um grande fluxo de pessoas saindo do país. O exílio atingiu apenas uma pequena parte da população brasileira, formada, sobretudo, por uma classe média intelectualizada.
Após protestarem publicamente contra a ditadura, os cantores Caetano Veloso e Gilberto Gil foram presos no Rio de Janeiro no dia 22 de Dezembro de 1968. Segundo os censores e os órgãos de informação oficial, o motivo da prisão é "tentativa da quebra do direito e da ordem institucional", com mensagens "objetivas e subjetivas à população" para subverter o Estado Democrático Brasileiro estabelecido pela revolução; em função da notoriedade dos artistas, são aconselhados a se exilarem do país. Segundo informado pelas forças de repressão, infelizmente devido à sua reação armada às forças de segurança, os "terroristas" não sobrevivem.




Caetano Veloso: Alegria, Alegria

Um dos marcos iniciais do movimento foi a apresentação de Caetano Veloso com a música “Alegria, Alegria” no 3º Festival de Música Brasileira, promovido pela TV Record. Arranjos de guitarra elétrica, psicodelia e cores exuberantes deram nova cara à Música Popular Brasileira.
Daquele momento até o fim de 1968, surgia um novo movimento mais tarde batizado “Tropicália”
Um ano depois de “Alegria, Alegria”, no 3º FIC (Festival Internacional da Canção), Caetano deu um discurso após ser vaiado, ter sido alvo de tomates e pedaços de madeira durante a música “É proibido proibir”, não hesitou e continuou tocando de costas para o público dizendo “Vocês não estão entendendo nada, nada.” e defendendo a letra de sua música junto com os mutantes.


O Fim da Tropicália

Com o tempo, os militares foram percebendo a ironia e tom debochado de oposição das músicas Tropicalistas. E após pouco mais de 1 ano, em dezembro de 1698 – duração curta, porém intensa – o movimento chega ao fim com a decretação do AI-5 (Ato Institucional número 5) e devido à prisão e deportação de Caetano Veloso e Gilberto Gil. Porém, até hoje, há quem diga que a Tropicália ainda vive!




Referências Bibliográficas

http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropic%C3%A1lia

http://www.offline.com.br/Edicoes/3/artigo87542-1.asp

http://tropicalia.uol.com.br/site/internas/proibido.php

http://educacao.uol.com.br/historia-brasil/exilio.jhtm

http://mpbsapiens.com/alegria-alegria-caetano-veloso/

http://tropicalia.uol.com.br/site_english/internas/fut_txtacordes.html

http://musica.uol.com.br/ultnot/2007/08/07/ult89u7829.jhtm

http://www.revistasintetica.com.br/internasNoticias.asp?newsMundoEventosArtesDicasmodaCulturaruaEspeciasID=98

http://www.rabisco.com.br/44/tropicalia.htm

http://www.historiadomundo.com.br/curiosidades/tropicalismo/

I'm gonna fight for my rights, I'm gonna take what's mine. Nobody can take that away from me, that's just who I am.
How am I supposed to reach the top if they're trying to pull me to the bottom?
Time to be strong.
I'm gonna fight for what's mine.
I've wasted so much time, I'm gonna be who I'm supposed to be.
Nobody's gonna watch me cry,
Nobody's gonna take away my smile.

Preciso de um corte novo de cabelo. Mas quem não precisa?
Estava reclamando agora mesmo com o Ryan. Essa coisa de sentir-se bem, mal, segura, insegura, feia, bonita, etc. Ninguém nunca está satisfeito com si mesmo e é isso que gera tanto pessimismo.
Todo mundo lendo O Segredo, gente! Pode parecer besteira, mas ajuda! "Um pensamento positivo é mil vezes mais poderoso que um pensamento negativo". Pena que ultimamente eu tenho deixado meu otimismo em relação a mim mesma um pouco de lado.
Tenho otimismo nas situações da minha vida. Sou confiante em relação a estudos (apesar de precisar de um colete salva-vidas em algumas situações), a maioria das pessoas que me cercam querem meu bem, por que é isso que eu atraio para mim.
Ah, blablabla
Falei e não falei nada ao mesmo tempo.

Preciso passar uns textos para cá. Comecei a escrever com 5 anos, usar internet com uns 13... Sou da geração papel e caneta. Tenho tantos rascunhos.
Apesar de alguns serem muito pessoais, com algumas modificações, dá pra publicar!
Esperem até o dia em que eu for famosa!!!

BRINQUEI!

Beijos.

Chapter 1

I woke up that morning, sweat rolling down my face. It was just a dream, I was still human --- untouched by Edward Cullen. That is all my dream had been about, I was in a dark forest trying to reach for Jacoc - my Jacob - he was far in the clearing and it didn't matter how fast I ran, I would never reach him. I lost my breath and I was falling, my head spinning while a cold hand lifted me up and I met his gaze. Those golden eyes turning into red eyes while he reached for my neck. And that's when I woke up.
I stretched my arms trying to reach for him - and I did reach him, right beside me - while he was still sleeping. His breathing was even and I could still feel the warmness of his skin. I held my Jacob trying not to think about my terrifing dream.
I watched his sleep and realized that I could do that for hours. He was beautiful.
Ever since he imprinted on me, I couldn't turn my back on him. Twenty-four hours never seemed enough time to spend with him. If the day would last Fourty hours it wouldn't be enought.
He blinked and looked at me --- Smiled, whispered "Good morning" and kissed me slowly.
I couldn't help but smile back. That's why I could never be mad at Jake --- his smile would break the ice on me.
"Good Morning" I sighed in relief, just to see that he was awake "I'm sorry I didn't cook you breakfast yet, I was just watching you sleep and I couldn't help myself"
"Don't worry Bells, I'll just cook it myself. For both of us"
"Since when do you cook?" I chuckled "You're just as good at cooking as Charlie. Are you trying to kill us? The day is just beginning"
He kissed me on the forehead and whispered in my ear "Go ahead, my dear. Pancakes with honey"
I laughed and jumped out of our bed. The day was sunny in La Push. It was usually like this in the morning and I was getting used to it. Jacob had built a small house for us, right behind his old one. It was more like a room, but the size didn't really matter. As long as I could be with him. And this way, he could stay helping old Billy - now my father-in-law - with anything he needs.
I went out to wish him good lucky on his hunting after our breakfast. They were after some bloodsuckers - I didn't like to call them that way myself, but spending time with Jake and his friends was making me talk just like them - that were crossing La Push's border limits and hunting around the area. Four deaths in a period of two months and all they could do was memorize their scents for huntings. I couldn't believe Sam had agreed to let Jacob spend the night with me. It was one of the few --- he would mostly ask Jacob to spend the whole night out watching the forests and the reservation.
"I had a weird dream last night" I bit my lower lip softly as I watched his eyebrows pull together.
"What was it about?" He asked with true curiosity on his voice.
"Hum --- Edward Cullen" I said in a voice so low that I was quite sure he could only hear me because of his werewolfe's senses.
His mouth fell open "Tell me about it" and I could feel the bitterness on his voice.
"Well, I was reaching for you if it makes you feel better. And then I was falling and he came and tryed to turn me into one of them" I made a disgust sound and added "It was just a dream"
"I know" He said as he pulled me closer "But it makes me sick to think of you with some one else --- You're all mine"
He gave me a breath-taking kiss and I rolled my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I lost count of my heartbeats and it would take a few minutes for me to re-catch my breath. But maybe I could convince him to go back inside and make it worth the long hours I would be spendind without him. That would be a long day without his comforting presence.
"I was lucky enough when my pack decided to give me a day off. Let's not push it too hard" He said widening my favorite smile on his face. "Though, I'd rather be with you sweet Bells"
"Ok then, promisse you'll come home as soon as possible. I can't bare a day with you off. I get concerned, you know. I wish I was strong enough to be with you trought this" I bit my lip and watched his smile fade a little bit.
"And who said you're not with me all the time? I carry you in my heart. That gives me strenght to go on. But thinking about you becomes a problem --- for my concentration and my pack's. But they get really mad when I start thinking about our time alone. Specially Leah. And it makes me really mad that they can see you ---" He hesitated on that part "Well, naked. But I can't help but think about that for a long period of time. This sharing thoughts thing is driving me insane." He chewed his lip softly and tryed to look away. I'd forgotten about that part.
I couldn't help but smile. What could I do? There was nothing he could hide from his pack at this point. It used to bother me. But I was starting to get used to this. Well, I had to get used to this.
"Well, go fast so you'll be back sooner. The day's gonna be endlessly without you. I love you. More than you can even imagine" And kissed him again. I could feel my heart jumping. Butterflies. One simple touch of his hands would leave me hanging breathless. I was hopeless. After eleven months - the most perfect months of my life. Or like I liked to call it --- 'my life started eleven months ago' - I would stiil act like a child. Not only because of his touch. I'd still get and clumsy - more than I already was - when I was being watched by his eyes or when he flashed that beautiful wide smile to me. That was something I would never get used to.
I watched while he walked away. It was really going to be a long day. I walked into Billy's house and found him in the kitchen reading the newspaper and chewing some toasts and egg.
"Good morning kid. Had a good night?" He asked without taking his eyes off the newspaper. "Another person's missing. The wolves are going to go crazy when they find out about this"
"Oh ---" That would mean a few more hours without Jake. "So my day was fine."
"Don't worry. Their good at their job. Protecting, you know?" He said just as if he knew what I was complaining about. "Just give it a few more days and everything will be back to its usual"
"I hope so" I said hopelessly.
"Oh, forgot to tell ya. You got a message from Charlie. He wants you to visit him more often. He misses you like crazy. Well, you better check it out yourself."
"Yeah, I will. Thank you Billy" And I left him alone.
While I listened to Charlie's sad voice on the machine, I was wondering how worse things could get. I didn't want Jacob to have a reason to stay away from me. Even though I knew that was not what he wanted. But that was his job, protect his lands. The lands that once belonged to his grandfather and now were his responsibility. I realized that the message was over when I heard a noise coming from the machine. I picked up the phone and dialed Charlie's number.
That was exactly what Billy said --- He missed me and complained about how less often I was coming around. But he said something unexpected in the middle his complains "Oh --- Edward and Alice Cullen came for a visit last night. They were looking for you. I thought I better let you know, kid."
I froze and couldn't find the words to answer nor ask more questions. All I could whisper was "I'll call you later dad." And hung up the phone.
What would they want with me? What were they looking for? I couldn't figure it out myself. Edward wasn't alone --- He was with Alice. So it couldn't be about us. And all I had to do was waiting the long hours pass slowly until Jacob was back. He would have to be the first to know about this unexpected visit.
So i sat in front of the window, staring at our little house and waiting on the loving one to come back home.