sadder than playtime on a rainy day

During the construction work for the World Cup in Brazil, the Maracanã Stadium was brought down and replaced by a new one. The Brazilian team never set foot in it, considering it was humiliated by Germany by a score of 7 X 1 (seven-one) in the semifinals. However, this was a defeat we took inside the field. The other defeats Brazil took after that were beyond criminal. From that moment on, we started using expressions such as “Goal for Germany” or “Everyday a different 7-1” (seven-one). Me and thousands of other people elected Marielle in Rio de Janeiro. A black lesbian woman that came from the “favela” and represented a new light torwards a revolution by means of affection, who was killed with 4 (four) shots to the head. “One more goal for Germany”, we would say. Months after Marielle and Anderson Pedro Gomes (her driver) were killed, in a city that’s going through a stupid military intervention, no one knows who did it. “One more goal for Germany. Now they’re just having fun.” Maybe I and, surely much more than 60 million people would vote for Lula for president again, but he has been arrested in a criminal process that was more fragile than the Brazilian team’s defensive system on that traumatic defeat. “Everyday is a different 7-1!” Between 1539 (fifteen thirty-nine) and 1852 (eighteen fifty-two), my country, then still a Portuguese colony, was one of the countries that participated in the most shameful forced displacement of people in the history of mankind: african slaves transported in slave ships. It has been estimated that more than 12% (twelve percent) of the slaves died still inside these ships. About 1.6 (one point six) million people. Today, Brazil is a Titanic Slave Ship travelling over governmental frozen waters, where many slaves dive while taking happy and smiling selvies. And everytime we hit an iceberg, breaking our hulls, and with it our dignity and our affection, more we are divided in a binary and selfdestructive hatred. Everyday, the poor people, of black majority, are killed in the favelas: pow! We hit an iceberg. There are more killings of community leaderships than there are sips of aged whisky in parliamentary meetings. And the large media groups are in absolute silence. When they decide to speak, they twist everything. Another iceberg breaks us. Slavery disguised as labor reform: pow! Iceberg! And our Leonardo diCaprio is the coup plotter president Michel Temer, with open arms, dressed in a shirt from the corrupt Brazilian Football Confederation screaming from the bow of this Titanic: “I am the king of the 7-1 World Cup!”