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My enemies and even a few friends get together to bad-mouth me.
They call me a fascist...
***-kisser, puppet, court jester...
sound track for the Dictatorship and so on. Nothing more than words.
What really bothers me...
is when they say my music plagiarizes folklore or whatever.
This folklore thing...
are things that come from our land...
and are in the air...
like Bach! To them, Bach is a classical composer, baroque...
who lives on page 63 of the encyclopedia.
Bach?
He was a missionary...
He had a mission. He came into this world to capture his music...
in the heavens and impregnate the earth with it.
Here he is, impregnating everything, for all to see! For all who want!
And l want it!
l take it and l put it into my music just the way l do with my folklore!
l drink of it, put it in my music, transform it with my personality!
Because folklore it 's me! Damn it!
l wanted all of Brazil in that bowl, but today there will be only...
4O,OOO children, singing together.
lf l could... How many people are there in Brazil today? 4O million?
Give me 5 minutes with those 4O million singing together...
just 5 minutes, and everything would be solved, in a flash.
Politics, economics, hunger, sadness, stupidity. Everything!
-Dona Mindinha is looking for you. -Easy.
-There's no bus for the second band. -Take it easy, we'll take care of it.
Maestro, my name is Captain Prata, l'm from logistics.
The general asked me to convey some instructions...
-lnstructions? -On the order of the songs.
l'm not an instructed man and l have little patience for instructions.
l could bear some suggestions, but l don't have time now.
What shall l tell the general?
Tell the General, my dear Captain:
Crowds don't sing at a nightingale's party.