Passion for Living: Eu So Quero um Xodó

drawing/photos/collage by marguerita..... portraits in blue

Gilberto Gil

Composição: Anastácia / Dominguinhos

Que falta eu sinto de um bem
Que falta me faz um xodó
Mas como eu não tenho ninguém
Eu levo a vida assim tão só...

Eu só quero um amor
Que acabe o meu sofrer
Um xodó prá mim
Do meu jeito assim
Que alegre o meu viver...

Preachers stood atop boxes and gave impromptu sermons, reassuring their listeners in the dark: “It seems like the Good Lord is hiding, but he’s here. He’s always here.”http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/14/opinion/14bhatia.html?ref=globalhttp://www.lemonde.fr/ameriques/video/2010/01/14/dans-la-rue-des-haitiens-desempares_1291899_3222.html#ens_id=1290927

O Rebu -Sequence by the Artist: Zozimo,Jornal do Brasil,Aleluia

Glória
Glory, hallelujah, Heavenly Father,
I will give the glory, Lord, to you!
Marvelous and glorious, loving Creator
I will give the glory, Lord, to you!

Be exalted,
Let your name be lifted up forever,
God unchanging, you’re my Lord and Savior,
I will give the glory, Lord, to you!
God Almighty, the heavens and the earth belong
To you, Lord
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, they’re
Yours, Lord
I will give the glory, Lord, to you!

Gloria aleluya, padre del cielo,
!Adorate quiero solo a ti! 
Dios majestoso del universo,
!Adorarte quiero solo a ti!

Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya
Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya
Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya
Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya

Repeat Glorias

! Qué tu nombre sea exaltado eternamente!
Tu eres el mismo hoy y siempre
! A ti doy la gloria sólo a ti!
Poderoso tuyos son los cielos y la tierra,
Tuyos son los mares, lãs estrellas
! A ti doy la gloria solo a ti!

Repeat Chorus

Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya
Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya
Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya
Gloria, gloria aleluya, gloria, gloria aleluya 
[ Gloria Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ] 

O Rebu - drawings by Marguerita Bornstein

Here few drawings  from my artwork,

created for  the title sequence of the soap opera in 1974.

 In fact,written by the playwright Braulio Pedroso,known for his political theatre satires, the O REBU remained to these days the most sophisticated novela on Brazilian TV.

 I was 24 years old,already working and published in the Brazilian press since !960,when I was 10.

 At that time,Brazilian women  of a certain class women did not work or worse,looked down if they dared to be independent or in fact make a living  through their art.

 Worse even if  a woman displayed an intellect or a mind.

 So I ,n consequence for being avant garde and outspoken,and yes a legitimate talent,no tricks or shortcuts,became a target left and right.

 My sin,was my passion,my integrity and my desire to make the world laugh.

 And,oh yeah,the public from north and south of the country gave me a feedback,except the "macho" set,that felt their feathers ruffled,as the cartoonist in chief,at the time,who considered his kingdom off limits for women.

His frustrated  brother saw to follow me since my teen ager days, by

setting me up to be raped and then years later follow me across the world to destroy my  personal and professional reputation.

 When my work was published in Zurich,in GRAPHIS,this man,had the audacity to go there and spread lies to the publisher Walter Herdeg.

 Herdeg,himself did not buy his mendacity,but in the interim,as Herdeg himself introduced me to Georges Dargaud,Claude Moliterni  in Paris, who both offered me  contracts to proceed with my drawings and Louis Silverstein,the Managing Editor of The New York Times, everyone  end up finding themselves in some strange controversy,which I only found out, after the damage perpetrated.

Robert Hughes,the art critic vouched for me,as well as Milton Glaser and Herb Lubalin.

 All recognized my original and

individual talent.

Besides my graphic experience,designing newspapers,advertising campaigns,magazines,fine artist,

 I also had two Humor pages,running in national magazines in Brazil,where I also received ennumerous art awards,as well as here in the US,despite being blacklisted.

 

 In 1976, when I found myself stranded in New York,with my mother as my dependent,I become traumatized.

I could not fathom what was happening.

My only  passport for survival,my raison d'etre,after leaving Brazil for suffering injustice there, I found myself in a kafkaesque saga,which I so far did not overcome.

Just because I REFUSED,the "casting couch".

 My drawings,hilarious  on  a stage  where Censorship and Torture were rampant,when  people,journalists,artists,writers and musicians were persecuted,become  along with its creator,me,a young woman,who depended solely on my artwork for survival ,a threat.

 Of course,had I been brought up,by parents with no sense of dignity, I would have used my glamorous self to fiddle around my suitors.

 My parents,both brilliant and wonderful survivors of Hitler's attack on humanity,strssed in me to own myself and never to cave in.

 Ha! Nie Daj cie!!! as my father's last words before he fell into a deep coma,leaving me and my mother to fend for our lives.

 I only hope that my art will pull me back to the path I was on and allow me to work and earn a living.

After all,we are observing that the world.thanks to technology is teari ng the shrouds of violence against women and exposing  at last some of the outrageous indignities that one suffers for being a true self.

 Enough of Waiting for Godot....

 Time to go back on the scene,as I spend too long ,years in limbo,subjected to lies and lies .

 So here I am asking for my human rights.

 Marguerita Bornstein

 P.S In March recent I was included in a exhibit for ABI

 Associacao Brasileira da Imprensa, in Rio de Janeiro.

Lula and Blula Eye$:Nel blu, dipinto di blu & the global financial crisis

drawing by marguerita - Blula Eye$

"As I do not know any black or indigenous bankers," the president added. "I can only say it is not possible for this part of mankind, which is victimised more than any other, to pay for the crisis."

Mr Brown said he preferred not to attribute blame to individuals, and the rest of the news conference focused on a more conventional message of unity in advance of the G20 summit in London.

As well as the plan for a $100bn fund to boost world trade, there were calls for greater regulation of financial markets, strong words against protectionism and an appeal for the stalled Doha round of world trade talks to be restarted.

BBC NEWS | Business | Brazil's Lula raps 'white' crisis

English words by Mitchell Parish
- Italian words by Domenico Modugno and F. Migliacci
- music by Domenico Modugno
Sometimes the world is a valley of heartaches and tears,
And in the hustle and bustle, no sunshine appears,
But you and I have our love always there to remind us
There is a way we can leave all the shadows behind us.
Volare, oh, oh!
Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Let's fly way up in the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like birds of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh, oh!
Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Your love has given me wings
Your love has given me wings

Penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai più
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Volare, oh, oh!
Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassù
E volavo, volavo felice più in alto del sole ed ancora più su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiù
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh, oh!
Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassù
Nel biu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassù

Lula: Nothin' but blue eyes do I see.....le faux pas?

painting and mixed media BoxArt by marguerita
At a press conference Thursday in Brasilia with Prime Minister Gordon Brown of Britain — who has a talent for getting himself into dicey spots — Lula started off coughing from some cheese bread he’d wolfed down.
Then he suddenly turned accusatory
.“This crisis was caused by the irrational behavior of white people with blue eyes, who before the crisis appeared to know everything and now demonstrate that they know nothing,” charged the brown-eyed, bearded socialist president.


.Op-Ed Columnist - Blue Eyed Greed? - NYTimes.com
Editors Note
Please read: Blue eyes,where Blue skies

Blue skies smilin' at me
Nothin' but blue skies do I see
Bluebirds singin' a song
Nothin' but bluebirds all day long

Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things goin' so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue days, all of them gone
Nothin' but blue skies from now on
(Blue skies smilin' at me
Nothin' but blue skies do I see)

Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things goin' so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue days, all of them gone
Nothin' but blue skies from now on
Nothin' but blue skies from now on
lyrics by Willie Nelson

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