♪ What I carry inside of me need to reveal I unleash a world of sorrows that life gives me I expose myself to so much emotion I was born to dream and sing in the ceaseless search for love what I want to find ♪ So many people out there that won't have half the pleasure I know how to spend The white, or the European, the colonizer, the invader came to Africa and found different bodies but I, African that I am I come from a tradition where this body has meaning everything was made for us to be here and suddenly, first, I entered Florianópolis to the sound of samba Thank you so much, Eliane! ♪ Sea mysterious sea coming from the horizon is the mermaid's cradle legendary and fascinating Oh the siren song ô ô ô ô ô Lalaó, what, ialoá on a full moon night hear the mermaid sing I remembered where from and I think it's a m defect always looking back and say: My God! All this?

I've walked so much and actually after the different presentations I can see that I walked but I didn't walk alone I walked with my people with the memory of my people I walked with the world I walked to the world and I'm here, in the world the sun had passed noon in the sugar bowl the convicts and the hired they sang the music of the heart following the whirl of the sugar mill and the settler, satisfied swinging the mind over the gold that was being transformed ptheir black hands I listened with delight to this music that the wind spread making arms dance of the cane field the song is the soul of black when you suffer sings when you laugh sings when you work sings it even seems that the song awakens in the depths of being everyone's secular strength the ancestors the voices sing, the cane field scales, the machine rotates suddenly there is a scream and the work stops a man let his arm be dragged by the pulleys pulling it to the machine and Crash the head crumbled like coconut Stop! shouted the settler two of you, take charge man's others, clean the machine. Quickly!

time is money Realities are different. They are. however, what can i say is that the writing is this wonderful, it is not?

we communicate with each other I come from a land far from which is Mozambique but the writing gave me the possibility to be with you I learned to write in the language Portuguese why it was prohibited write in native languages for five centuries was forbidden tongues resisted but read, write and speak the our languages andm public spaces it was forbidden Now we are recovering Imagine the war that we are having in the country to convince people which is very important learn to read and write in their own languages Thank God the government is working on it but the resistance appears community because Portuguese during 500 to was seen as the language of the program. Complicated! Paulina crosses a little of the post independence moments and one of the things that We found in the history of literature post independence mozambican is the reconstruction, the search by identity the search for that legacy, or in other words, the search for cultural heritage qthat was uprooted from us for several years and Paulina's literature besides being a name incorruptible she invites us to give one step back what we are, that is, in the most identity sense what we didn't find in various literatures in several models we call of dystopia Paulina is not in dystopia she still goes after of a utopia which is a fighting exercise in the rescue of our identities so this is one thing important, so much so that her books are a important recommendation for our resumes educational A bird let out a solo chord the gang responds and the voices unite in a beautiful song a dense cloud hides the sun and the hills and turns into raindrops that fall in the chest putting out old fires dragging debris kneading hurts and thorns that will germinate in spring like red billet with edges of clay Literature always influences could you talk a little about my ca even the first book Ballad of Love in the Wind there were many opinions that said Write a woman's life?

Paulina even brings it feminisms in literature Look what literature is a holy place women are not to tell its fructifications So, there were some things a lot of ugly The time was passing. . .

The book was being accepted in different corners of the world this was very important for me I will publish later a bolder book which was Niketche with those women, each one crazier than the other Then the Puritans screamed What is this, Paulina? I put my fingers in soul wounds and I expressed regrets disenchantment letting off These women symbolize the pain of the world drink your pains and your feelings They had a flower on their chest and gave each other out of love opened the body this magical maze and let it germinate other flowers no ruler, no bread nor hope From reading, people discussed a lot debated a lot and today there are many other people writing on the same subject I say: Hallelujah! So it was so much war from the beginning and today we discussed the gender relations even at the classroom level from a written work So, this, for me, it's very gratifying and I say: culture contributes to create a new imaginary to dream the life of another way Suddenly, I start wanting understand whites better knowing what drives them to leave from your distant lands to come and exile yourself in this poor to quiet terrifying What kind of people were those?

that leaves everything good and of better in your land to settle there? I wanted to understand why, being foreign do they think they own other people's lives? I thought the story was funny of registering the land as if someone could catch her fold it, wrap it in a sheet and load it onto the ship] or on the plane to be registered with a any division of Portugal with people it's easy because they have legs and they walk but the earth?

Why do they bring it agony, despair endless nights of fear and anger I wanted to understand why it is that human power controls the earth but it doesn't control the sun I would like to meet the root of a power who only abused the helpless but it can't change the cycle of seasons In Mozambique we have cases of people who can read and write but you don't even have access to the paper not even the pen and don't write exactly that is why Africa suffered major invasions and the whole world now, in the technological age suffer many other invasions Now how to recover what was lost? Well on the one hand we sometimes we will have to collect to things as they were This is the job that the anthropologists do the historians At other times, we, for example, we who are writers we collect gaps sometimes to understand the question and we recreate we build a body So where there is no matter, we graft and build a new version of what happened All go back in time vocating to the past in a canoe of tenderness and arrive at the same time to the navel of heaven At the peak of a hill Point of arrival and departure and restart the trip towards the future with a stop in the present Paulina is one of those odd people she can be with all generations she is always with the adults, but she is also with the young people Paulina's house is like if it was a museum, because she receives everyone she receives the older ones, welcome the young so she can create this bridge bridge enter and old vanguard and the new vanguard and the new vanguard, it is what I call an epistemological aesthetic existentialist It is not an aesthetic from utopia to of a Gullan, of Mia or of Paulina is an aesthetic model a little bit more existentialist of a more lyricist bent from the question about who we are in the most existentialist sense and we found it and Palina can do a bridge, a transition between the old and the new because she receives in her house independently who wants whatever the age level Now I would like to talk about others authors who contributed a lot for social change we had colonialism we had the anti-colonial fight and Noemia de Sousa appears with the libertarian poems it was everybody to recite the poems of Noemia de Sousa and even the person who listened the poem for the first time I asked What is this? Then came to say Craveirinha that was a national anthem for freedom For me, these are the two big flags Of course, at the height of the armed struggle for liberation But then after some time we started writing nice things dreamy the utopia of the free world, etc.

. . and after about 20 years after independence people of my generation and the new generation that is Dion we returned to reflect on the real problems of being african of African identity, Mozambican identity and we are following again this line which was started by others back there I believe in literature Brings mentality changes I grew up a lot with Noemia de Sousa Cannot browse the perimeter of the world but try!

Can't eat them all the fruits of the planet but try Can't kiss them all the women of the world but try! Try to hold coins in her hand closed for 1 hour Can you? Try to hug the person you love for a single hour Can you?

Try to save the land of yours backyard in a drawer Can you? or try to put the moon in your pocket so no one else can see it Put the river inside the house so that no one else drinks Hold the wind with your hands or cover the sun with the sieve Can't you? So the world can never be yours talking to women younger who write beautiful poems, beautiful texts and I sometimes say Look, girls!

we are coming from a world Where there are divergences of thoughts but pay attention When they write a woman, a man in a text What do you describe? what is the thought that dominates you? What is the message they want to convey what world are you building?

Because Sometimes us, without realizing it we use oppressive language to talk about freedom sometimes we use the colonial language to talk about independence sometimes we use the language male chauvinist to talk about feminism So there is a whole work of mental surveillance Not exactly surveillance but a job of liberation even I'm talking about someone, what should i write travel feet on earth and the eyes in the sky swallows fly by ballerinas, singers, playful Which one caused it this torture? This one? That one?

None? Gone is the land of mad swallows why these are elegant respectful don't shit anywhere I'll give you an example a lot clear of that that are ours linguistic dilemmas I can interpret everything in portuguese language with you say almost everything but there are things i will never be able to say, for example our plants only exist in the tropical climate with local names The Portuguese language, by much you want to name can't because this plant does not exist and how do we solve this problem? we are going to use the indigenous name that no longer fits in the dictionary of the portuguese language We are all equal on this march All submissive to the same tyrant These are the same orders as us tore the feet of the earth to send us to space It will be the same spear piercing our chests Moçambique came from a culture trational, where women have place modernism arrived that everyone thinks that is the key to happiness excluded half the population and within what was the human body at the time there was this hierarchy first the whites, because the story was theirs liberation struggles after the mulattos liberation struggles and finally the blacks And our literature started to be ranked like this started to emerge gradually Thanks to the struggles and resistance that we did adventurers will enter and will leave like who goes on air and don't get wet our languages will only learn sounds names will summon some beliefs will profane all our we learn everything Arabic, Portuguese, French English portuguese, russian, german and so many others unknown and we will remain slaves we will make wars some against others we will kill each other we will elect presidents we will strike president we will kill presidents we will raise flags we will change flags, hymns and symbols and we will remain slaves I was telling stories around the bonfire to say that whites do when they write about blacks but it is necessary to modify this view I'm saying that the blacks need write about themselves and when writing, please, your Blacks, your Blacks remember where you came from!

Do not continue to reproduce the each other's prejudices about you It is necessary to rethink the way we represent each other but neither can we stop doing what we think, what pleases us but there has to be this space the respect it's a place where we get closer what intersects us it's exactly this feeling of humanity So let's describe ourselves all beautifully, elegantly and don't stop writing - Ah, why are the whites already wrote about this I won't write I've heard a lot of things there in Mozambique - Look, Europeans have already studied all about literature so, everything else is an addition is landscape because literature has the big ones Classics from Europe hid and don't nothing to reflect But the European was made, was to satisfy your needs was to broadcast your supremacy thinking was to submit you get up and fight and talk about yourself When I write about myself, know what I say? i am a little girl I'm more beautiful than the miss universe can be a lie it can be true but I have to and never allow it to be the other writing about me The landscape changes shape at every step glimpse in women's eyes After all, it's good to travel abroad from the kitchen enclosure wash eyes with earth forms fill your mind with beautiful images know paths, landscapes, places Feel the chest dilating of pleasure before the greatness of the mountains no more slavery Never again colonialism Never more! Never more!

no more slavery Never again colonialism Never more! Never more! Never more!

PAULINA CHIZIANE - Do mar que nos separa à ponte que nos une