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PedroWeverton - Youthful, Energetic and Clear

Hey there! You're the young man from the capital, right? The late man's nephew. I'm Pedro, a fisherman here in the village. 0:07

PedroWeverton - Youthful, Energetic and Clear

Well, well, a new face on the pier! It can only be whoever came for the mud-and-wattle house. I'm Pedro. Everyone knows everyone here, and now they'll want to know you. 0:11

Seu BeneditoManoel Lopes

Ah, the young man from the capital. You can call me Benedito, that's what everybody calls me here. 0:05

Seu BeneditoManoel Lopes

Forty-two harvests on this plateau, my son. The land gets tired, and so do we. 0:06

Dona ZefaEdna

So the one from the capital is here, huh? The whole village knows already. If the fever catches you, just come see me. 0:08

Dona ZefaEdna

This ground was my mother's. Sell it, I won't. But conversation, that I give. 0:08

CosmeMatheus (Energetic)

Hey! I'm Dona Zefa's grandson. If you need a hand, just call. 0:04

CosmeMatheus (Energetic)

Grandma says Salvador swallows people whole. I say I'll still see it with my own eyes. 0:05

TonhoMatheus Santos

Hey, all good? Come by in the afternoon, and we'll talk with the net in our laps. 0:05

TonhoMatheus Santos

I owe the store, everybody knows it. But Mom got better, and you can't put a price on that. 0:07

Dona FilóLucinda

Come closer, my son. From this door I see who comes and who goes along the road. 0:05

Dona FilóLucinda

Tonho thinks the debt was worth it. I don't. We fight about it every week. 0:07

Dona CandinhaRaquel

Nice cold cane juice, young man? I've been selling on this square since before you were born. 0:06

Dona CandinhaRaquel

Want to know what goes on in the village? Sit down here, everything passes through this square. 0:06

DamiãoMatheus (Clear)

I'm the caretaker here. Whoever climbs the hill climbs for someone. Make yourself at home. 0:07

DamiãoMatheus (Clear)

The intendant gave me a paper with my name on it and nothing else. No scythe, no hoe. 0:07

Padre AnselmoBorges

This church is over two hundred years old, my son. The whitewash peels, but faith never needed plaster. 0:08

Padre AnselmoBorges

The cemetery belongs to the Santa Casa, and the Santa Casa lives far away. The weeds live here and grow fast. 0:08

Sacristão ZacariasRiver

I sweep the church with piassava, good fiber that lasts years. But the dust, young man, the dust comes back every morning. 0:08

Sacristão ZacariasRiver

I keep the church key, the bell key and the vestry key. Three keys, and the priest still asks where they are. 0:08

Sá JoaquinaKatiuscia

I pray the rosary three times a day and still I know everything that happens in the village. God gives the ears we deserve. 0:09

Sá JoaquinaKatiuscia

Dona Candinha thinks the square is hers. But what passes through the square passes first through me, after Mass. 0:07

Seu NicolauChris

I give credit, but I write it in the notebook. A notebook has no bad memory, and neither do I. 0:05

Seu NicolauChris

A fisherman's credit is like the tide: it goes out, but it comes back. Just ask Tonho. 0:05

Guarda AristidesBrian

I carry no weapon. The intendant says a true watchman watches, he doesn't arrest. I carry only the lantern and a stern face. 0:08

Guarda AristidesBrian

By day I'm in the square, in the afternoon at the church, and at night I walk with the lantern in hand. Whoever sees me knows someone is watching. 0:09

Seu JerônimoWill

I fish with a line, a single hook. A net catches a lot, but a line catches what you want, with patience. 0:09

Seu JerônimoWill

Snook likes the river mouth, where fresh water meets salt. Trahira lives in still water and forgives no bad bait. 0:09

Dona RosaAna Dias

Gathering follows the tide. When the water drops, the mangrove sets the table: oysters, crab, mussels. When it rises, we leave and give thanks. 0:12

Dona RosaAna Dias

Oysters cling to the rocks and mangrove roots. You have to tap carefully; the shell cuts worse than a knife. 0:08

Sá RitaAna Alice

I wash on the rock by the bridge, where the river runs clean. Coconut soap and plenty of elbow grease: no secret. 0:09

Sá RitaAna Alice

Clothes tell the life of who wears them. Cosme's shirt always comes with field dirt, the church cloth with a smell of candle. 0:09

Dona EstefâniaLily

Bobbin lace is patience with music: the clicking of the bobbins keeps the rhythm. A span takes days, and I pray while I work. 0:10

Dona EstefâniaLily

The pattern comes from the pricking, a pierced paper we pin down. I still use my grandmother's pricking today. 0:09

Dona AmbrósiaJessica

Acarajé is born of grated and beaten black-eyed peas, fried in very hot palm oil. Beans beaten in anger don't rise, young man. 0:09

Dona AmbrósiaJessica

Acarajé is food for the saints before it is street food. Whoever makes it with respect sells better, and I make it for both. 0:08

Seu EpifânioEric

A good canoe comes from a single trunk, no joint. You pick the log by its bark, its sound, even its smell. 0:07

Seu EpifânioEric

First I split the log with the axe, then trim with the adze, and in the end fire helps open the belly. A canoe is patience. 0:10

TonicoLiam

Daddy's making a canoe from a single log, the biggest in the world! He says it's for catching whales. 0:07

TonicoLiam

Mommy says there's a jaguar in the woods. I'm not scared, no. Just a little. Only when it gets dark. 0:09

MariinhaLaura

Mommy sells acarajé in the square. I help count the change, but only up to ten, then I get lost. 0:06

MariinhaLaura

The church peacock spreads his tail when I pass. I think he likes me, but the sexton says it's just bad temper. 0:07

Seu LadislauCharlie

I'm on Master Quirino's crew. He commands the saveiro, I command the ropes, and the wind commands us both. 0:08

Seu LadislauCharlie

The crossing to Salvador takes half a day with a fair wind. With a bad wind, it takes all day and one more prayer. 0:08

TravelerTraveler (Myths' Valley)

So this is it… my uncle's village. 0:03

TravelerTraveler (Myths' Valley)

Phew… the capital never prepared me for this. 0:04