I have recently co-authored a story with someone I know. It is a Charlie Bone and we hope it helps to raise the standards in that fandom.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4708908/1/Through_the_Looking_Glass

Brazilians in the 60's were persecuted and murdered on the streets because they wanted food and the liberty the Americans had.

The composer was tortured because of this song... he didn't know who he was for a while, but has recovered his sanity and denies the torture... even though there are pictures. No-one knows if it is post-traumatic stress disorder or if he still fears the government.

Both links have the song, but one has a better recording, while the other shows pictures of before his torture, after his torture, and how he escaped from the country. I suggest listening to the better recording first. The second recording has people complaining about Amercians. That was the influence of communism in the country at that time. Fortunately, Brazil did not become another (bigger) version of Cuba

http://youtube.com/watch?v=D_cQz6IElgc Pictures of Geraldo Vandre

http://youtube.com/watch?v=P_SQwz6d2sI Good recording of song

I am writing this to inform those who have not been told

-Rachel

Translation:

So that they won't say that I did not speak of the Flowers

By: Geraldo Vandre

Translated by: Rachel Motta and Carmen Motta-Wesoloski

Walking and singing and following the song. We're all the same, whether our arms are linked, or not.

In the schools, the streets, plains, construction sites, walking and singing and following the song.

Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.

Throughout the plains, there is hunger in the great Plantations. Marching through the streets, there are indecisive troupes who still make “of the flower” their most important refrain, and they believe that the flowers will win against the cannons.

Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.

There are armed soldiers, beloved, or not, almost all of them lost with weapons in their hands. At the boot camp, they teach an old lesson; to die for the nation and live without reason.

Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.

In the schools, the streets, plains, construction sites, we're all the same, whether we’re armed, or not. Walking and singing and following the song. We're all the same, whether our arms are linked, or not.

Our loved ones on our minds, the flowers on the floor, certainty ahead of us, history in our hands. Walking and singing and following the song, learning and teaching a new lesson.

Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.

Translation dedicated to the hundreds of brave Brazilians who were either tortured or disappeared during this era... including the grandfather I never met. Dedicated to those who have been forgotten by history in every continent but their own…