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    18-05-2010
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    'Esperanda o Zagal' by Antonio Parreiras, oil on canvas 1905 Brazil

    The circus of the cafuz

    ... And it happened on a hot morning that Benedicto left with the circus of Cafuz. The Cafuz took him, after persuaded the old man,  with him. Yes, he could take care for the animals and further jobs. Everything went well, and four years later, Benedicto celebrated his 16th anniversary, he gaved his first kiss to Lailadrinha. She had allready three children by Cafuz: Zumbizinho, Casmira and Tita, two girls. At her fifthteent birthday she was already unflowered by Cafuz: "Once she have to be a woman! ' he had said to his wife Tamari. Benedicto had the year before his sexual debut with Catarina a instinctively detailed whore. Because Cafuz tought the time was right that he became a man. It was a devil-like happening to Benedicto and he was quite confused. Astonished! Because what he saw was a revelation for him. Yes, ... the whore Catarina was certainly beautiful and perfect, and... subsequently he screwed many hookers at places where the circus stopped. But.. It was a year earlier, in his dreams, that Lailadrinha made his cock bloat and gaved it a certain smell. It was an experience that he could not placed. He wanted more intimate dreams and  got his first orgasm. Now he had kissed Lailadrinha, innocent under the palm trees behind the old barn, between chicken and skimmed cattle. He was shy and walked away with a blush on his cheeks. The day after that it was a lips kiss and a depressingly contact, and easily it became a wet tongue kiss. He sought for her breasts, more beautiful than those of the whore Catarina and all the others. He felt a tension in his thigh and his heart beated. He found her vagina, nicer than in his dreams and he penetraded, wild and frenetic. And he was not aware of the bizarre sounds of monkey Utopia who had followed them, and who watched from a tree. Love was intense and a year later Yali was born, this with affection of the Cafuz.

    The following year the Cafuz was killed. It happened in a knives-fight and during the battle he tought on and cried to the the black Madonna. His opponent, a rough  former golddigger  had tried to rape his wife Tamari, who was already unconscious on the ground with a bloody head. He used to defend itself, but the blood tears of the Madonna made him hesitate to kill again. But, on the moment he was ready  to slice through the throat of the rapist he saw the Lady in a flash with red tears. This meant his death. Why did the Madonna does not defend him, after his worthy life? It would always remain a mystery, and sometimes Madonna's are happen to be outlandish creatures.

    The circus continued without the Cafuz and Saikaku the Japenese became the leader, rather he demanded on it.  He was also driven by jealousy, as he had long be eager on the beautiful Lailadrinha and at a given moment he challenged Benedicto for a duel. Everyone tried to prevent this, most Lailadrinha itself. But the Japenese was Samorai who kept his word because he was a descendant of a Sjogoen, a military dictator, and the Japenese Emperor was only a bastard. He had to fight and wanted  finally screw that lovely gypsy woman. But Benedicto was not affraid, only young and inexperienced, and the big knife was not born in his hand. The battle was out of control and the little fat Japenese put his knife on Benedict's throat. Only the intervention of the giant Grandâo saved his life. The giant grabbed the arm of the Japenes and and pulled him up like a puppet.  He took Saikaku's left leg, turned around four times and swung the Samoerai ten metres further between the cactus shrubs. Saikaku was so angry that he attacked Grandâo while cursing in Japanese. The giant received him as a broken sock-puppet and stood a moment later with its large foot in the small Japenese-thick neck. The Jap asked for forgiveness and finally it all went off well. But, Saikaku left the circus. He went off south on foot , just muttering about his friends the Xingu Indians. A long trip and rough trip, but he always repeated : "... I am a Samurai, of military nobility, son of the Sjogoen Sanjuro, I am a fighter!" A few days later he was found next to a giant cactus. His heart pierced with his sword. Benedicto was the new leader, although he first refused, but Tamari, the widow of the Cafuz insisted. In this way. They went on, and when they visited Cajari, Benedicto's place of birth, again, his grandfather Deuszinho was deceased.  Benedicto was crying and sad and the same day they went further to the East, towards Ceara.

    "Life is a shadow play. I believe in physical cosmology, human beings are the stars! " spoke Pisgah, a dark man, who one year later joined the circus. He was a philosopher, but could also remain for five minutes under water. He was an attraction, and Benedicto was pleased with the little man, with curved legs, short arms, flat nose and ears like a little elephant. Pisgah said that he was born in Colombia, his father was a black slave who have fled, without his mother who was a slave too. In the meantime, Tamari the women with the oval Tahitian face, seduced the young Benedicto and she took him into her cart. She stripped him of his clothes and putted his penis stanta pede between her pointed tits, and slowly he forgot about the present and the reason. He met the heated tongue of the thirty years older Tamari, for whom he actually had an outspoken respect. She, the former wife of the Cafuz, his mistress. Now he named her lady Tamarinha. Yes, she was small and keen as a strange dark mare and Benedicto enjoined it and she laid him gently beside her and she danced on top of him. She stroked his cock and pushed him inside her, which made him explode between her legs. Lailadrinha was at that point outside the cart and heard the voices of love. She was confused, evil and indulgent at the same time. It was later  that Tamari explained all to her and the little gypsy girl accepted the sharing. And so Benedicto loved two women. The circus gaved his shows in the inlands of the poor country of Ceara and they had success.

    Than came the day  that the gang of the throat-cutter Jorge Pedro attacked their camp which they had built along the Caninde river, situated near by the small village of Pentecosta. The gang consisted of ten men. Men with wrinkle faces, white leather jackets and hats, leather leggings against the thorns, and just like their masters covered with ammunition bags and crucifixen. They kidnapped the fine gypys Lailadrinha and Tamari and nobody could do something about it. Not Pisgah with his intelligentsia and even the giant Grandâo was powerless in the face of the rifles and revolvers. Laughing on their small desert horses with brilliant leashes and with gold and silver harness and glossy saddle the bandits disappear in to the night. Anger and with tears in his eyes Benedicto sat next to the fire, and the big hand of the giant on his shoulder was no comfort to him. The next day, Pisgah, Benedicto and the giant searched the area, but couldn't find nothing. The bandits were missing just as the substance of the poor dry land. Disappeared along with the jewelry of wimmen's hearts. "Life is hard, but once one day we will find the antidotum, that guarantees re-encounter with the beasts!" spoke Pisgah a little too thoughtful. He he folded his thick fingers together, and knelt in the dust where he spoke words that resembled Chinese.

    The time came, indeed. Five months later, when people told them that te throats-cutter was seen in a small village. He was drunk and spread fear among the people and the police chief did it in his pants from fear of the gang leader. But not Grandâo who grabbed the revolver of the bandit and bended it like a iro-wire. The throat cutter, and his three fellow contributors were held at gunpoint by Benedicto, Pisgah, Antonio the folksinger and dwarf Pascoal. The giant took the bandit's throat and lifted him  with one hand up in the air, and the butcher gasped for breath. He had to confess where the women were and so Benedicto saw them back They where tied up in a cave between dog and a one-eyed man looked at them, like the women told later, licked them like a jackal like a anti-christian dog. The women were free. The giant broke the neck of the throat-cutter, when he unexpectedly picked up a large knife. The three other bandits were killed and six others flights on their fast horses in to the bushes. Their last rescue was ironic the sertao. The women told their story's of the last few months and the many times that they were screwed by the bandits. Benedicto saw that Tamari had become skinny a skeleton, and her fine pointed breasts were now like udders. Lailadrinha was not much better off and appeared to be a wilted rose.

    The day after Taticus with the tapir head died unexpectedly on a strange disease, in which he spat a green vomit and turned around of pain on his elephant-legs. His nose was trunk-like in the upright position and he was crying over and over. He cried for his misshapen mother somwhere in the woods of the Mato Grosso: "Maezinha, minha ... Maezinha ... to amo ...," and his father the Indian garimpeiro, the diamond-searcher, which he had cursed as a child: "Iranxe ... Iranxe ... meu Paizinho ..." and he asked for forgiveness. Then he received the dead convulsion and laid still with wide open eyes of turquoise. "He went to another world, "said philosopher Pisgah: " ... a world where only people live alike Taticus... A world full of woods, green, rivers, mountains, giant- anteaters, horses, singing snakes, unicorns, elves and gnomes! "

    Once again the circus moved on.


    End

    (c) Wayn ////Brawa-books 2002

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    Circo do Cafuz ---pen-drawing   Wayn 2002


    The Circus of the Cafuz

    Cajari, Maranhâo, Brazil, 1957 

    The bells of the white church were ringing, because in the distance they saw the circus approach. There were four wagons drawn by mules and after the last one were some slow strolling animals. Cajari was full of enthusiasme, because once a  year the circus visit the small village. The children screamed and joyfull sounds escaped from their mouths. When the travelling ensemble entered the little square, Benedicto stood in the crowd. He was twelve and his desire has always been to travel with the circus. It was not that he wanted to hurt his grandfather, the old man Deuszinho (small god), but he wanted to be free and roam with the colorful company. As an orphan, this was an unthinking desire in his little soul. His father died when in a knife-fight in a dark bar and his mother Marcela died one year later on dengue, transmitted by mosquitoes. But they thought Benedicto died of sadness and it was his grandfather who took care of him. He lived with the old man now for five years, with love and care. He helped his grandfather on the small farm where manioc, maize and herbs growned, and helped him with baking of maniocbread, which they sold. But his little soul longed to see that beautiful gypsy dancing girl again. Now Benedicto stood at the old square and looked at the old painted cars and mules.                                

                   How long ago was it, thirteen months? Yes ... she was a dancing around the fire; she was young and beautiful, sixteen and was known as Lailadrinha. He saw the old Lama, the six peccary, and the small white pony where Lailadrinha balanced on. He also saw the old black wool-monkey Utopia, which was yelling on the front of the wagon. On the first wagon holding the reins, was the Cafuz (half Indian-Negro), son of Koub and a Indian woman named Jessusa. He was the boss of the company, a rugged, medium-sized man with a golden ring through his nose. It was told that he had ruined many lives with his knife, a blade he called 'amigo'.

                      Yes, Cafuz was a notorious bandit, but he had been converted when a holy vicinity appeard to him. He said: ' ... it was the Black Madonna who was crying red tears and spoke to me by saying that I do understand that I was led a murderers life and my odds that there no justice existed in this country was refuted by her, saying: "Why do you think I am crying? I am crying for the poverty of the wildlands of  Brazil! I am crying against exploitation by hallucinating imbeciles. One day all will be getting better and there will be blowing a breathe of Justice, of fresh air; and you are a man of strength. You need to lead  people, not kill them. You will serve God and gender equality. It is hypocrisy on the greedy, but he will have sunk to a crying beast on the day that he will meet Cain," and then disappeared the Madonna, as fast as she came. From that day on Cafuz changed. A few years befrore he had traveled with a carnival company and  because he loved it, he decided, in name of the Madonna, to do the good thing and entertain people with the circus. He bought a wagon and Utopia, the monkey, who was then still young, approximately four years, from an old Gypsy and felt in love with Tamari , a little woman who could be directly abandoned a Paul Gaugin painting. She had an oval face, Tahitian pointed breasts and short regular legs with small feet, only the pearls were missing.

           He took her and started to perform. He was fire-eater and learned how to bending steel and Tamari danced and and sang old songs. They met two dwarfs Zilda and Pascoal which joined them with a  clown act. In addition, there were: the woman with the four breasts, whom the Cafuz had met in a small village; Saikaku, a small fat Japenese, who swallowed swords and stuck needles of half a meter in to his body; and later the troubador Antonio joined them, he who sings that stories from old Brazil, and then there was the youngster Chico Bobo, the boy without arms or legs, which Cafuz picked up in his group when they were in a small town, were he saw that Bobo was at the point of being murdered by his foster parents, who thought the young boy was only a burden. Further there was Taticus, the half-indian with the tapir face and elephant feet, and last but not least Grandâo, a giant of almost two fifthy. In the meantime they had four wagons and they were beloved in the many villages that they visited. An old Gypsy mother asked the Cafuz to take her granddaughter Lailadrinha along with them. She could cook and dancie like the best. "Please take her with you, Cafuz," she begged: "because I am about to die and am expelled from the tribe." The girl was ten years back then, but now she was a  beautiful slim woman, and in all places the men were silent and stared at her with their mouths wide open, to her moving body,  her firmly round young breasts and her skin soft as a peach. She was the beauty which God did descent in the wilderness of Maranhao in the Brazilian north-east. And here in Cajari she would dance, she would dance, and dance.

            Benedicto stood still and  looked for the right moment to find the gypsy girl, who held a small boy in her arms, her son, Zumbizinho, small-Zumbi. The caravan stopped at the square next to the Church where they marked a spot. The monkey ran glaring over the church-square and the folks laughed and clapped their hands. They circus would remain one week in Cajari, and Benedicto was determined to continue with them. He had already warned his grandfather and the old man had wept, but gave his blessing to Benedicto.                     

    At six o clock, after the fall of darkness, the show started and the old lama kneelded to the public and the peccary ran through the lama's legs. The giant man Grandâo took the two dwarfs in his coal-shovel hands and raised them high into the air, and the people looked surprised to the man with a mouth so great that you could put easily a watermelon in it. Then came the gypsy Tamari and danced around the fire and Cafuz itself spat fire and bended thick irons bars. The Japenese Saikaku was swallowed his swords and made strange jumps; then came the woman with the four breasts and some have been allowed to feel whether they were real. Than the people stood back as the man with the tapir head appeared: Taticus. Where his nose should be, was now a trunk-like thing and his hair were high and prickly as a 'porco-espinho, a porcupine. In his arms he held the torso of Chico Bobo, who was a-chewing on quid with the result that black tobacco juice dripped from his mouth when he laughed. And the people screamed as he began to sing for Taticus, which then made his gruesome dance-steps on his horrible feet. Then came  Lailadrinha seated on the small pony named 'passarella', and she went on her feet at the pony's back while the people clapped and cheered and then, flying like a cream-angel she jumped from the pony's back and danced wild and passionated in the shadow of the tamarind tree among the fire. Her skirt rolled up and two artistic coffee-brown legs appeared, while the men went mad and wanted to touch her, but the Japenese defended her like she was his treasure. 

    She, the flower of Brazil, the 'sertâo', the wilderness.


    continued...

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.'BAIANA' IVAN DE MORAES, BRAZIL OIL ON CANVAS 1973

    BAIANA






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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.L.P COVER OF 'GIPSY BOY' BILLY JOE SHAVER 1977 (Project 'Enduring' covers)

    Illustration by Nick Taggert for the (c) Capricorn records Album 'GIPSY BOY' by BILLY JOE SHAVER 1977





    SEE RAMBLIN' WAYN video-clip----- on the left

    02-05-2010 om 21:31 geschreven door Wayn  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.FOTO SESSION RAMBLIN' WAYN by FRED EGGEN 2004

    This session was taken for the album  'Travelers won't be long Gone'

    Location Maastricht, Netherlands, near the old abondoned 'railroadbridge' in the  Bosserveld neighborhood & at RW IndianHome

    Photos taken by Fred Eggen, Maastricht, Netherlands
















    thanks Fred, RW

    Search for Ramblin' Wayn's music on YouTube & 123Video

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.ART IN BELO HORIZONTE, BRAZIL NOV. 2009

    These pictures I took at one of my strolls through the 'Parque Municipal'', in Belo Horizonte, the 'Beautifull Horizon' nov. 2009


    Sonia Toledo: 'Joana'  material: Resin Cement


    Sonia Toledo: 'Indiana'   resin cement 


    blown-up head of 'Indiana'


    Elisa Pena: 'Mulher ao Vento' (Woman in the wind)


    blown-up head 'Mulher ao Vento'


    Family  - artist unknown


    'India'  - Roberto Kamoel - marble
     

    SAUDADE, wayn

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.ALONG THE JAPURI RIVER - OIL ON WOOD RAMBLIN' WAYN 1999

    SOME CALL IT PARADISE, SOME KNOW MUCH BETTER... TO MY INDIAN FRIENDS





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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.JOHNNY CASH (tHE GREATEST rOCK N' rOLL PHOTO EVER TAKEN) BY JIM MARSHALL

    RIP
    LEGENDARY ROCK PHOTOGRAPHER JIM MARSHALL DIED AT 74 IN HIS SLEEP
    23/03/2010



    THE PHOTO OF JOHNNY CASH GIVEN HIS FINGER WAS TAKEN BEFORE HIS CONCERT IN 1969 AT SAN QUENTIN PRISON, WHEN JIM MARSHALL ASKED CASH FOR A SHOT TO HAND OVER TO THE WARDEN'.
    THIS WAS THE RESULT.

     THANKS JIM & JR


    WAYN

    25-03-2010 om 19:53 geschreven door Wayn  

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    from the international beinart surreal art collective

    PAUL RUMSEY 1956 ENGLAND


    seven sins


    untitled


    untitled


    untitled


    thanks Paul, RWayn

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.WOODY GUTHRIE (1912-1967) - THIS LAND IS MADE FOR YOU AND ME
    PICTURES TAKEN FROM ===============LAST.FM

    THANKS, FOR THIS WILL BE A ODE TO A GREAT MAN AND ARTIST

    RAMBLIN' WAYN



    NOW AS I LOOKED AROUND, IT'S MIGHTY PLAIN TO SEE
    THIS WORLD IS SUCH A GREAT AND FUNNY PLACE TO BE;
    OH, THE GAMBLIN' MAN IS RICH AN' THE WORKING MAN IS PO'
    AND I AIN'T GOT NO HOME IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE








    I'M GONNA TELL YOU FASCIST YOU MAY BE SUPRISED
    THE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD GETTIN' ORGANIZED
    YOU'RE BOUND TO LOSE, YOU FASCIST BOUND TO LOSE



     

    RW

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.RAMBLIN' WAYN POSTER 1981

    WITH-OUT-COM-MENT


      
    FOR STAY IN THE SADDLE MEN WHOM TAKIN' A TRAIN  TO  TEXAS WIMMIN'

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.PAINTINGS RAMBLIN WAYN GIRL WITH EXOTIC BIRD + MUSIC MAN

    RAMBLIN' WAYN   ------MAASTRICHT, NETHERLANDS 1948


    girl with exotic bird - oil on wood   Wayn 2001


    MUSIC MAN    -   WAYN  PIETERS   -    OIL ON BOARD 2000

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    PIERRE PIETERS 1920 MAASTRICHT, NETHERLANDS




    BLAUWE VLINDER /////////////2001  OIL ON BOARD
    (BLUE BUTTERFLY) 
    (BORBOLETA AZUL)

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.RAMBLIN' WAYN HIS TATTOO GUITAR
    A GUITAR WITH A FIERCE HISTORY; the black pickguard is not original and was put on later to camouflage a crack
    RAMBLIN' WAYN HIS TAKAMINE  EN 15  1985







    RAMBLIN WAYN SKETCH BY JOS KREBBEKS (Maastricht, Netherlands) used for a poster
    1982
    ted:

    GRAU, TEUER FREUND, IST ALL THEORIE; UND GRÜN DES LEBENS GOLDNER BAUM

    ALL THEORY DEAR FRIEND, IS GREY; BUT THE PRECIOUS TREE OF LIFE IS GREEN

    TODA A TEORIA, CARO AMIGO, É CINZENTO; MAS Á PRECIOSAS ÁRVORE DA VIDA É VERDE

    GOETHE

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    JACK DANIELS IF YOU PLEASE   COLLAGE WAYN 2010 (SINGING GERMAN WOODEN DOLL & JACK DANIELS TIN BOX -------( BEGINNING TWENTIETH CENTURY)


    WHORE LOVES A WHITE HORSE (PUTA AMA A CAVALO BRANCO)----------   2009 BRASIL OIL ON PAPER
     

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Images of The bleugrass songbook by Dennis Cyporyn 1976

    Little worn but still valuable, RW 


    mike seeger and his new lost city ramblers


    inside


    poster


    snuffy jenkings

    Bijlagen:
    blueg.jpg (53.3 KB)   
    fotos xingu 011.jpg (49.6 KB)   
    fotos xingu 015.jpg (52 KB)   

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.O BANDEIRANTE and METAMORFOSE a poem for children by Cassiano Ricardo
    METAMORFOSE

    BY CASSIANO RICARDO (1895 - R de Janeiro 1974)

    Meu avô foi buscar prata / My grandpa went to get silver
    mas prata virou Indio  / but silver turned in to Indian

    Meu avô foi buscar Indio / My grandpa went to get Indian
    mas Indio virou ouro / but Indian turned in  gold

    Meu avô foi buscar ouro / My grandfather went to get gold
    mas ouro virou terra / but gold turned land

    Meu avô foi buscar terra / My grandfather went to get land
    mas terra virou fronteira /but land turned border

    Meu avô, ainda intrigado, / My grandfather, still intrigued
    foi modelar a fronteir:  / was to model the boundery

    E o Brasil tomou a forma de harpa / And Brasil has taken the form of a harp


    Em: Martim Cererê, Cassino Ricardo, José Olympio:1974, Rio de Janeiro, 13ª edição.



    Domingos Jorge Velho, o Bandeirante  (The Pioneer) detail by BENEDITO CALIXTO (1853-1927, Brasil)

    Velho was one of the most brutal Bandeirante and responsible for the repression of several Indian Indian nations in Bahia and for all Piaui in Brazil. But he's most famous for the extermination of the negro settlement Quilombo of Palmeras in the hinterland of Alagoas. He did not speak Portuguese, but free language, which was based on the Tupi Indian, and had a few Indian wimmin as lover.
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    WAYN - OIL ON BOARD -  20~~28 CM  NOV. 2009  ITABORAI, RJ

    Paraguaçu,

    Índia tupinambá.  -India Tupinamba                                       
    Apaixonou-se  por Caramuru.  -Felt in love with Caramuru
    Caramuru era um peixe.  -Caramuru was a fish
    Alongado como uma serpente  -Elongated like a snake

    De mucilagem azul,  -mucilaged blue
    Era a alcunha de Diogo Álvares Correia,  -It was the nickname of Diogo Alvares Correia 
    O náufrago português,  -the shipwrecked Portugese
    O homem de fogo  -Man of fire
    Capaz de matar aves do céu;  -Able to kill birds of the sky;
    Saíra por encanto  -leave for charm
    Das águas do mar  - the water of sea
    Gotejando pelos poros  -dripping pores
    Pequenos brilhantes.  -small brights
    Por esse deus misterioso,  -for this mysterious God
    Cheirando a pólvora,  -smelling of gunpowder
    Enamorou-se Paraguaçu,  -Felt in love with Paraguacu
    Índia de olhos grandes, Indian with large eyes
    Negros como um turvo rio.  -black as a muddy river
    Caramuru e Paraguaçu  -Caramuru and Paraguaçu
    Partiram numa caravela  -went on a carvel
    Rumo à França,   -heading for France
    Lá ela se tornou Catarina,  -There she became Catarina
    Nome de rainha e santa.  -the name of Queen and santa.
    Cobriram de tulherias e sedas  -Covered with tuiliries and silk
    Seu corpo nu  -her body naked
    De selvagem menina,  -the wild girl
    Entre livros e castelos  -between books and castles
    Sua alma se estilhaçava  -her soul shattered
    Entre dois mundos.  -between two worlds.
    Regressaram à Bahia,  -Returning to Bahia
    Diante de injustiças  -facing injustice
    E desmandos,  -and desobedience
    Caramuru prisioneiro,  -Caramuru get prisoned
    Paraguaçu virou guerreira,  -Paraguaçu turned warrior
    Flechas zumbiram nos ares,  -arrows zoomed in the air
    Depôs e matou o donatário Pereira.  -Deposed and killed the donee Pereira
    Paraguaçu,  -Paraguaçu
    Índia tupinambá,  -India Tupinamba
    Mulher, terra, nação,  -Woman, land, nation
    Submeteu-se por muito amar.  - Undergoes herself for long love.
    Raquel Naveira

    translation by Wayn

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.NÁ, THE MYSTERIOUS INDIAN WOMAN - a short story AS TOLD by Wayn Pieters -END
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    'I know the woman Ná... she lives far from here in the forest,' says the fisherman. I ask him to bring me over there, but he said to be affraid of the wood-spirits. 'But, i can bring you to an old woman, her name is Gurgatuba,' he says. 'She lives on the side of the forest.' For more then a hour we walk on a narrow path, till we reach a palmleaf cabin where the old woman lives. When she stand in the doorway she smiles slightly and the old fisherman runs off quickly. It's quiet, unspoken silent, outside the twittering of the birds. I ask her for Ná. She knows her, Ná is a sorceres, a magical whore who can make men crazy and leads them to the abyss. 'Where does she lives,' i ask her. She laughts and says: 'When you purify my wounds, i will show you the way...' I look at the wrinkled old face of the woman, a cabocla, half indian. Her grey hair is fastened in her neck and her face full of tumors. She stripped of her dirty dress and stands naked in front of me. How old can she be? Ninethy? Older? Her breast are two sloppy meat sacks hanging down to her deep navel while tasteless meat masses hanging around her waist. The abcesses are as big as plums and a green pus dripping out. She says: 'If you want me to bring you to Ná, you will have to be my lover... you must fuck me... my darling..." I must be crazy. Was i really mad? an idiot on a thin wire that was connected to the moon. But my desire for Ná was too big, so immense that i fucked Gurgatuba. Damn! It's like a anesthetic, a coma, i must have a lack of oxygen in my brains. How to explain it in other way. Can you tell me Siegmund Freud? Or any other fucking psychologist? Can they give me a explanation? Gurgatuba lays gasping on a bench of tree branches and she calls for the holy Zachary and the twins Cosme and Damian.  Far away, somewhere in outer space, a million stars away, i hear her whisper: 'I'm happy... i'm the mother of forest... the vestibule of Ná...'

    Next to me i see black rats chewing on something, something that must be dead and a little monkey searching fleas on his hairy body. Am I not wrinkled in my soul? God? I'm a Christian? Am i honest agains my ego? Is the old Gurgatuba a arteficial withering flower? This is malicious, inhuman. If it had been a crazy person, lost in the jungle, a sense of bewilderment in his mind, who yearning of desire was fucking the withered body of a old woman. No! Shit! This was me! Crossing the will of my freedom! What is freedom of man? Is there control? No, i'm longing for the love of Ná.

    I need Ná, I want Ná.

    I jump off the old woman and run outdoor. I have to puke. I walk back inside and beg Gurgatuba to bring me to Ná. The old woman keeps her promisse. We walk and walk and as darkness falls we reach a ruin, it's like the shadow in the moonlight. Then appears Ná, more beautiful then when i saw her last time, she gave the old woman a kiss and called her mother. Then, suddenly Gurgatuba dissapears between bushes and palmtrees. I'm confused and ask Ná why she no longer lives beside the rivier of parrots and that she answer that she never lived there and that i met her in a dream. An illusion, which just like a pearl shimmers, but in reality it' just a trivial stone. An riverstone. She says: 'The only thing you dreaming of is the humidity of my love... in the womb you had already this desire, the love of a Indian woman, no compromise, no sound from the real world, an exclusive love, the happiness that could never be erased...' And she is the woman, at this place in the Brazilian Mato Grosso, which is chosen to meet her. The road has long be sealed. It's a destination.

    Fate.

    This is no dream, this is real! And I am in the wood along the river Paraquai.


    She takes me with her inside the cabin en gave me honey thea sweet as her lips. In the dark corner laying, intertwined, tree snakes, hiding their lovely red whit black colours and now and then one unrolles herself and i can see the little golden eyes watching me. In an other corner i spot four parrots sitting on a branch next to each other, as they were petrified. The howler monkey put his claws between his legs and let his cock rolls, like he was kneading bums. He looks bizar at me and cries when he reached orgasm. Ná undressed herself and sit down beside me. She sings a song that drives me mad while she brings me into a world of glory. The ultimate journey,the beginning of everything, the world of afterlife and paradise there where angels making love with devils. I don't give a fuckin' damn, because now the jaguar is in peace with the lamb and the anteater licks the head of the anaconda. This is the nirvana. We cherisch each other a long time and her hands touch my face, my body feels like wax. She brings her nipple in to my mouth. Time is dead.

     Her legs are spread out for me.

    We roll around and i feel her wet flower. My penis penatrates softly, there where mother earth lives. In the deep of mother earth. Never i was that happy, but the next morning she tells me to leave, her just like in the dream. She says that i may never come back to this place, otherwise i will die with my sperm in her. She gaves me the the tail-end of a armadillo, for it will joins me on my world travels. An amulet. Then she calls the old Gurgutuba and tells her to bring me back to the real world, and I wonder if dying with my penis in Ná would be the ultimate pleasure before death. The death-blow, that will darkened life, like the confluence of the sun.


    WAYN

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    I'm in the Brazilian Mato Grosso and longing for the love of an Indian woman. Then I met her: Ná, which in de Tupi language means 'direction of flowing water'. I's afternoon along the Paraquai river. Ná is older then me, ten years. She is fifty-eight, a descendant of the Umotina tribe and her grandparents still have the pure tribal-blood. Her mother is somehow mixed with a 'Cafuz' resulting in negro-blood flowing through her veins. But her Indian look is so magical that it neglected the black influence. Ná is beautiful. Her age does not hurt her appearence, and she have a appeal that only, someone who's attracted to the Indian woman, perceives. Her smell is so strong that no one can refuses her. Never i tell you, never could anyone withstand her, because he will be attracted by a higher atmosphere into space. Her past plays further no role in this concept because it's so immensely sad, that this made her stronger and incouraged her. Ná is lonely. She is a whore. I see her sitting near the water, close to her cabin, and i feel that something in her attracted me like a fly to a carnivorous plant. Ná invited me in to her cabin when the sun allready sets. In the cabin are four hammocks, four parrots and a red-faced monkey. The matress is made of different types of leaves and grass and i smell the sweet scent of flower-oil. I wonna say something but she brings her finger lovely to my lips. Then she strips of her blouse with red lace and little dancing figures, which reminds me of Asian dancers. Her breast are of a colour i've never seen before and they were shining because of the evening sweat.  Her hair falls down her oval face, a face without a wrinkle, as polished by forest fairies. Her mouth looks like a carnal pearl. O my God. This is what i thought. Her nipples were swollen like the red colour of the Kaki fruit and clamped on two hills of flesh. When she strip of her dress my world turns in to a paradise, a no longer existing world, a blurring of masses, utopia, a sleep where dreams blossems into enchantment.
    Her stomach, the valley to the higher spirits and her tights are full of large scarves, they seems like wounds of affliction compared with het beautiful face. Each leg is tattooed with two snakes in vertical form. Her feet are small and on top tattooed with butterflies and hummingbirds. Then she walks to me like a female deer, undressed me and put a penetrating turtle oil on me, so that my penis was a gleaming in the twilight of the cabin. Then she let the monkey and parrots outside into the world of nature. After that Ná is ready for love and i knew that only death can make me forget her. It seems a dream, a long trip with no destination, hoping that the journey will never end. It is the transcendental reality of humanity, surrealism in a naive form, led to positions of full enjoment. It was fate that guide me here, to the woman along the river Paraquai. Just to Love. Outside i hear the sound of falling rain and the river will be ready soon for bathing, as the sun rise again. She makes a herbal thee and I get crushed alligator bones, which are nutritious and against infections. I will never leave Ná. How could I? But she shakes her head and says I must leave her. 'Women are ruthless,' thas what i tought, but it was an important moment in my life, an apotheosis, a huge journey, how could I go? My dream has lived, but now? I look one more time and see her sitting along the river combing her hair. She don't looks back. It's a scourge for me and I know that talk to her again no longer make sense. It's over and i go my way.

    I wake up chaotic and my head is hot and dizzy. My mouth is bone dry. The alcohol has swept me away in a dream of bright moments. My subconcious has been so intens it defies reality, even beyond. I lay naked in bed. It's damn hot and the humidity of the unconcious love-act soaked the cloth. There's a sense of longing I never felt. Yes, the woman i can recall, i saw her this morning in the city. It was her. I'm sure of that. She is the woman who called herself Ná in my dream, and this dream continues haunting me, just like those greedy stimulations. I drink a bottle of white rum, which Brazilians call 'cachaça or pinga' and end up in a cheap rotten motel accompained by a young whore. But i'm fuckin' impotent of mind and body and feeling sick, no, this is not real, this is bizarre. Beside lies the young hooker Ximxim and Lord, she's beautifull in her nudity, a girl of the forest, suckled by white and indian blood, a beauty handed over to the cruel world of prostitution. But she does it all for her sick father, only for him, she says. The world is rotten, a filthy shit-hole. I kiss her, be nice to her, but she's motionless, a inexperienced hooker without a will. I think back to Ná and the reason i can't explain. Then Ximxim tells me her short life story. The death of her mother, raped by loggers, hanging from her legs to a tree and chopped in half. Here sisters were raped and beaten to death by drunk men without brains and hearts. Her father was not at home and went crazy of grieve. She maneged to escape te barbarians. It happened one year ago, and now she lies in my arms, damned! Petrified with tick eyes of tears. How must i consider this? Is there a concept for such a life? I stay with the girl untill the first rays of sun came through the dirty window, put my clothes on and thinks of Ná again. I gave Ximxim some money and leave the stinking hotel. 

    I walk to the river, the one i saw in my dream. The place and the little cabin. Is this a shadow? It's a foggy day and morning mist floating between the trees. Cobalt blue angel ghost. Or they are just fucking bullies, ignorant and desillusionment. I going to doubt myself. I come to the river and my head is empty. I feeling sick and my my heart runs like a pressure hammer. I find the cottage and call her name. No answer. The cabin is still in decline and i see colorful birds fly out and pigs and anteaters running out the frontdoor. Yes i was there. Yesterday afternoon, and everything was like i see it now. The cabin... Ná... why? I sit down beneath a tree and cry. Nobody mourn for me, just the animals on the waterside and a fat sloth in a hig tree-top. As an old fisherman pass by i ask him for Ná.....

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  • B&W RAMBLIN' WAYN FOTO SESSION by PAUL RONDAGH (MAASTRICHT, NETHERLANDS) SOMWHERE IN JUNE 2010
  • JP STINGRAY BLUES/ROCKER
  • SURREAL PAINTINGS VOL. 3; MICHAEL RYAN, MADALEINE VON FOERSTER, KARL PERSSON
  • 'SALVADOR, BAHIA' OIL ON BLADE 1999 RAMBLIN' WAYN
  • BRAZILIAN PAINTINGS
  • TWO PROSTITUTES ===== OIL ON CANVAS RAMBLIN W
  • JULIA GNUSE -- TATTOO-ART
  • E3 PAINTINGS BY EMILE NOLDE 1867-1956 GERMANY=========
  • Dennis Hopper, 74, Hollywood Rebel, Dies
  • THE MESSENGER --- RAMBLIN' WAYN oil on canvas 2002
  • ALEIJADINHO 'The LIttle Cripple' BRAZILAIN BAROQUE ARTIST -- plus short story by WAYN
  • RAMBLIN' WAYN IN BRAZIL
  • THE DEATH OF A BLUES SINGER IN SÂO PAULO- SHORT STORY BY RAMBLIN' WAYN part2 & end
  • THE DEATH OF A BLUES SINGER IN SÂO PAULO - SHORT BRAZILIAN STORY BY RAMBLIN' WAYN part1
  • THE CIRCUS OF THE CAFUZ -SHORT BRAZILIAN STORY TOLD BY WAYN (part 2 -- end)
  • THE CIRCUS OF THE CAFUZ -SHORT STORY TOLD BY WAYN (part 1)
  • 'BAIANA' IVAN DE MORAES, BRAZIL OIL ON CANVAS 1973
  • L.P COVER OF 'GIPSY BOY' BILLY JOE SHAVER 1977 (Project 'Enduring' covers)
  • FOTO SESSION RAMBLIN' WAYN by FRED EGGEN 2004
  • ART IN BELO HORIZONTE, BRAZIL NOV. 2009
  • ALONG THE JAPURI RIVER - OIL ON WOOD RAMBLIN' WAYN 1999
  • JOHNNY CASH (tHE GREATEST rOCK N' rOLL PHOTO EVER TAKEN) BY JIM MARSHALL
  • DRAWINGS BY PAUL RUMSEY
  • WOODY GUTHRIE (1912-1967) - THIS LAND IS MADE FOR YOU AND ME
  • RAMBLIN' WAYN POSTER 1981
  • PAINTINGS RAMBLIN WAYN GIRL WITH EXOTIC BIRD + MUSIC MAN
  • BLUE BUTTERFLY (BLAUWE VLINDER) PIERRE PIETERS, NETHERLANDS
  • RAMBLIN' WAYN HIS TATTOO GUITAR
  • WAYN ART -JACK DANIELS IF YOU PLEASE & WHORE LOVES WHITE HORSE
  • Images of The bleugrass songbook by Dennis Cyporyn 1976
  • O BANDEIRANTE and METAMORFOSE a poem for children by Cassiano Ricardo
  • PARAGUAÇU - WAYN Pieters, Brasil 2009 (oil on board) - Poem by Raquel Naveira
  • NÁ, THE MYSTERIOUS INDIAN WOMAN - a short story AS TOLD by Wayn Pieters -END
  • NÁ, THE MYSTERIOUS INDIAN WOMAN - a short story AS TOLD by Wayn Pieters PART 1 OF 2
  • paintings ANTONIO PARREIRAS MUSEUM PART 2 -potret and naked woman
  • VISIT AT THE 'ANTONIO PARREIRAS' MUSEA, NITEROI, RJ BRAZIL 22 SEPT. 2009 PART1
  • ANTONIO PARREIRAS - BRAZILIAN PAINTER part 3 'His Atelier' (Studio) 22 september 2009
  • TRAVIS LOUIE -UNTITLED [; N.Y
  • SCOTT G BROOKS - SURREAL PAINTINGS
  • GRAFFITI IN ITABORAI, RJ, BRASIL
  • COCA-WHORE -- nut &can [[[ WAYN - belo horizonte, Brasil
  • I MUST BE CRUEL ONLY TO BE KIND - RAMBLIN' WAYN
  • ANTONIO PARREIRAS - BRAZILIAN PAINTER
  • PAUL GAUGUIN 1848-1903
  • RAMBLIN' BABY
  • BRAZILIAN WOMEN - charcoal on paper WAYN 2009
  • DOC WATSON
  • ROBERT CRAIG sur-real
  • HELL, FREEDOM AND LIFE
  • 60 JOSEFINA--- RAMBLIN' WAYN OIL ON CANVAS
  • CHRIT JAMIN, MAASTRICHT, NETHERLANDS OIL PAINTINGS & GOUACHES
  • INDIAN NECKLACE NORTHEAST BRAZIL & CARVING OUT OF JACARANDA WOOD BRAZIL
  • PORQUE, MEU AMOR? (why, MY love?) 2004 Wayn oil on board
  • SURUI GIRL oil on wood 60+60 WAYN 2009
  • I RECALL A GIPSY WOMAN & IANSÁ RAMBLIN' WAYN PAINTINGS
  • TARSILA DO AMARAL BRAZIL MODERNISM - PAINTINGS
  • CARIOCA NA CAMA -OIL ON CANVAS 70/50 CM 2000 WAYN
  • DETAIL FROM 'PAPAGAIO' OIL ON CANVAS WAYN P 2006
  • WINDMOLEN (WINDMILL) OIL ON BOARD 1934 - PIERRE PIETERS (1920) MAASTRICHT, NETHERLANDS
  • BRAZILIAN ART IN 3 DIRECTIONS
  • BLUESMAN
  • STORY OF THE TWO BROTHERS - TOLD BY NAVAJOS OF NEW MEXICO AND ARIZONA
  • JOS KREBBEKS 'Ramblin' Wayn' 1983
  • OCTAVIO OCAMPO ++++ SURREAL-PAINTINGS
  • CHEYENNE LIFE IN THE OLD TIME as told by CHIEF HIAMOVI (HIGH CHIEF)
  • 'CIGARA BETWEEN ITAIPÚ BONES' - COMPILATION oil on tile/bones/insect Ramblin' Wayn 2009
  • The story of the first mother -- Wabanakis ( Children of the dawn-country) tribe
  • IS EVERY HUMAN'S LIFE WRITTEN BY GOD'S FINGERS?
  • NASHVILLE - DARK END OF THE STREET 1979
  • HONKY-TONK HEROES photographs by Raeanna Rubinstein 1975


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