"What to write...."
I think we have all gone through this situation of writer's block, especially while listening to the disjointed sounds in Praça da Alegria.
Yes, it is a program that has been on our programming schedule and in our homes for many years, and it must be said, the best of all. But those screams and "off-key" notes may not be very pleasant. But our tradition is a bit like that. Unintentionally, we are led to old habits that we maintain because they are tradition, and not necessarily because they are pleasant.
The identity of a nation, of a people, and more than one people with history, undoubtedly has this metric that composes it. It is often said: Because it is tradition.
Nowadays, we are starting to say: Just because it is tradition doesn't mean it is right.
It was tradition to hit the woman and not to interfere. It was tradition to teach and educate through belts and buckle pains. It was tradition to have one sardine for 15 children, because it was tradition to be poor and ignorant. Tradition is nothing more than habits of many years, passed down from generation to generation, and for that reason, often forgotten its foundation, and simply passed and used according to the needs of the occasion.
Having tradition is having identity, as a people. And we, better than anyone, are the people who invented the word Saudade. Because this thing of tradition does not work without Saudade and nostalgia driving its storytelling so that it is never forgotten.
And today we are a little forgotten.
It is important to understand that tradition, the rags, the cloaks, the foods, and the chores had a purpose in the civil society of the time they were composed. Years later, some no longer make sense. They always have utility, as knowledge takes up no space. But pragmatically, the thought is already different.
Thus, writing without knowing where to start can have the spark in a simple shout from Praça da Alegria. And so, writing about a nation and tradition becomes simple.
This is the text from one of our followers who decided to share with us their desire to write without knowing what to write, looking at our project and knowing that this growth goes beyond the lines of tradition. They asked us not to reveal their name, wanting only their ideas to echo through the lines of time.
