Contra Mestra Alcione in London for the first time

Contra Mestra Alcione is from the group Angola Dobrada and it will be her first time here in London. We are pleased to be able to host this workshop as she is a great Angoleira and a fantastic musician. Don’t miss this chance to train with her! All of the details are below:

Saturday 2nd June

London Capoeira Angola Co-operative
Thanet Centre, Herbert Street, NW5 4HD
2.30pm – 5.30pm (times are subject to change for this class, please keep checking here for any updates)
Price: £15

Sunday 3rd June

Petchey Academy
Shacklewell Lane, Dalston, E8 2EY
2.00pm – 6.00pm
Price: £20

Weekend price: £30

For more information call 07930580651

BicyclesNbuns

“BicyclesNbuns – The Cycle Sussex Experience invites all those capoeistas that have a passion for cycling and cake!!!!!”

Wether you’re a group or individual wanting a quick day escape – or camp-over, BicyclesNbuns offers a wide range of bicycle activities – for the experienced and not so experienced.

Choose your level and come and have some fun in the country – only 1hour from London off the A23 and 15minutes from Brighton.

As a capoeista myself – for me, cycling has always been the perfect compliment.

Regards,

Victoria Scarborough

For more info go to BicycleNbuns

Equador Rain Forest Kids Project

The text bellow was sent by Charley Jonnes from Equador:

Sometimes we talk and reflect about first meeting capoeira , or about the changes it has made to us as people. When Mestre João Grande talks about capoeira coming from within the earth he may be refering also to the point that capoeira exists within us humans in different dimensions. Practicing capoeira with teenagers from the Sani community deep in the Ecuadorian rainforest certinately affirm the understanding that this art is natural to us and manifests in many wonderful expressions in our walks of life. Arriving there the youngsters already sung Paraná ê , paraná ê, after encounters with travelling brazilians in the region, when we went through the first training sessions, the basic movements, aú, meia lua greeted with delight as the youngsters grabbed the chance to try capoeira angola. We trained for two weeks almost every day, sharing movements and music. The berimbau was such a point of curiosity that I would just prepare the berimbaus for play and leave  them to freely play and understand them, is this a weapon? For hunting?

M. Cobrinha Verde

(English)

Have a look in this interview with Mestre Cobrinha Verde which was one of the greatest capoeiristas from his generation.

“I’ve trained capeira also with M. Cobrinha Verde. I use use to train with him every week. Normally, in the morning before going to M. Pastinha’s academy, I use to meet him and other older capoeiristas to train in his place”, said Mestre João Grande, last year in London (during Movement for Change event, July 2011).

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Click here to see M. Cobrinha Verde playing M. João Grande, 1968

To hear the wellknow album (M. Traíra and Cobrinha Verde) click in this link Peleja entre Riachão e o Diabo

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Interview:

Part I

My father was called João Alves França, and my mother Maria Narcisa Bispo. They were only married by the church [and not by the state], so this is why I only inherited my father’s last name. I am called: Rafael Alvez França.

Besouro, my mestre, began to teach me capoeira when I was just 4 years old. Besouro’s father was named João, nicknamed João Grosso, and his mother was Maria Haifa. Maria Haifa was my aunt, so Besouro was my cousin, and was raised as my brother. My mother raised him.

In those days, Besouro taught his students hidden from the police, because the police heavily persecuted capoeiristas. When the police showed up to attack, he would tell his students to flee, and deal with the police alone.

I was brought up in that environment. My true mestre was Besouro, but I learned from many mestres in Santo Amaro. I will give their names one by one: Maitá (who even had a samba song named after him), Licurí, Joité, Dendê, Gasolina, Siri de Mangue, Doze Homens, Esperidião, Juvêncio Grosso, Espinho Remoso, Neco Canário Pardo. Actually, Neco Canário Pardo was my machete teacher. The one who taught me razor technique was Tonha, nicknamed Tonha Rolo do Mar. A woman. She is still alive, and walks around with a machete in hand. She lives in Feira de Santana.

I grew… when I was about 17 years old, I had confrontations with the police. I had very nasty battles with them. I was strongly hated by the police because I didn’t turn myself in.

There was a deputy in Santo Amaro named Veloso, the old Veloso. He was the toughest deputy in Santo Amaro. He was the grandfather of Caetano Veloso and Maria Betânia [two famous Bahian singers]. He always walked around with two soldiers, one on each side. He wore boots and was always armed. He would beat up anyone in the middle of the street for any little thing. He didn’t know me, but he searched for me.

One day, I was coming home from a samba in Catolé. When I passed under a peanut tree on the edge of the river, I encountered him, colonel Veloso. I don’t know if it was Barauna or Tamborete, his soldiers, who pointed me out. Then he whistled. “Hey, come here.” I waited. “Aren’t you Cobrinha Verde, the tough guy around here, who goes around beating up the police?”

“No, I’m not a troublemaker,” I said. “I have never killed or dishonored anyone, I can’t be a bully.”

And he said: “Prepare to get beaten up,” and put his hand on his weapon.

When he took it out, I put my hand on the eighteen inches (the machete that I carried) and I hit him with the flat of the blade. He was startled. His two soldiers attacked… I beat them both up. They ran. I beat up the deputy soundly with the flat of my blade, but left him without a single scratch.

Then I fled. I went to Dona Sinhazinha Batista, who often protected me. She was the wife of Dr. Batista Marques. I taught her children every Sunday. When I arrived at her house and told her the story, she said: “My son, I can’t get you out of this one. You have to get out of here because Veloso is my cousin, and I can’t escape him.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I said. She gave me 100 mil-réis [mil-réis were an old unit of Brazilian currency] and told me to disappear from Santo Amaro.

I passed by the house of Padre Acelino, my godfather, to talk. He also gave me 100 mil-réis. He took me to the church, confessed me, and asked for blessing upon me. Then he turned to me and said: “Where are you going, my son?”

I said, “My father, I’m going without a destination.”

I went to Lençóis, and got involved with Horácio de Matos’ band of fighters. I was seventeen years old. I spend three years and six months fighting along with them.

Horácio de Matos’ men weren’t a bunch of bandits. Horácio de Matos was fighting to be president of the north. He thought there should be two presidents in the country. He had a lot of money, he wasn’t a bandit. Lampião was a bandit. He formed a crew of rogues. We earned 10 mil-réis per day to fight with the police when they showed up.

I spent three years and six months in Horácio de Matos’ band. The last shot I fired with them was in Serra do Gentio do Ouro.

At midnight one night, while we awaited the police, I dreamt about the spirit of my father, asking me to leave that environment. When I awoke, I obeyed. Everyone was sleeping, and I filled two backpacks with spare bullets and fled.

I went to Manaus, and then I thought I might be near the band. Afraid that they would find me, I went to Rio Branco, which in those days was merely a settlement. Today it’s the capital [of the Brazilian state of Acre]. But when I arrived in Rio Branco, it was the mosquito season, and there was lots of fever, typhoid… I returned to Manaus. In Manaus I had a family with India Mansa from the Juçara Tribe. I had two children with her. When I was doing well with India (for me, I was fulfilling a mission), I received news that the Revolutionaries were marching from the interior of Ceará.

I abandoned my family and went south, joining the revolutionaries. Oswaldo Aranha, Juarez Távora and Juracy Magalhães accompanied the commander: Getúlio Vargas. We left Ceará with 60 men, and went on foot to Alagoinhas. I was just 22 years old. When we arrived in Alagoinhas we had over 3,000 men. We exchanged fire for an hour and thirty minutes, heavy fire. They say you can still find human skulls in that area to this day.

From Alagoinhas to Calçada (in Salvador) we went by train, which was called Maria Bonita. In those days, the greatest police chief in Salvador was Pedro Gordilho, who andava numa baratinha. He ran and hid on Itaparica Island.

When we arrived in Salvador, the barracks couldn’t hold all the revolutionaries. There was only room for half the men. There was no room for me. I stayed in an old museum in the Campo Grande area, where the Castro Alves Theater is today. I had been there 15 days when a revolt broke out in São Paulo.

I asked permission from my superiors, and went to São Paulo. I fought for six months. Whoever says that the war in São Paulo lasted longer than six months is lying. 3,150 men from my platoon were injured. I was the least injured. I was deaf for six months because of the explosions. When the fighting ceased, we went to gather the bodies of our dead comrades. They poured gasoline on the bodies and burned them. That was when I felt remorse…

When the revolt in São Paulo was over, I returned to Salvador. I stayed in an old barracks in the Campo Grande area. They gave me a promotion to Third Sergeant, for having been a hero in combat. I wasn’t promoted for my high level of education, because I am illiterate to this day. I ended up being the sergeant who was in charge of the bay area, caring for stables of animals, horses, etc.

In the barracks there was a lieutenant known as Querido. He was from Rio Grande. During the war, because I feared nothing, he would put me as the lookout every day and every night. One day I defied him and said I wouldn’t go. So he got mad at me.

The lieutenant was single, and slept in the barracks. One day he went out and returned at midnight. On that day, it so happened that I was also out, working as a guard. But he came back and said that he had seen me gambling with a soldier (and even today, at my ripe old age, I have never cared for gambling in any form). He made this false accusation against me, and I ended up in prison for 15 days.

On the day they let me out, I went back to my locker in the barracks and left my uniform and everything else there.

When I had returned from the revolt in São Paulo, I brought with me a small weapon that belonged to the first commander who I fought alongside during the revolt. He was shot in the chest, and fell. I jumped on top of him, stuck my hand in his pocket and found: ten mil-réis, a pair of wedding rings, and a gun. It had 18 cylinders. No one in the barracks knew that I had that gun. I kept it hidden inside my locker.

On the day they let me out of prison, after I changed my clothes, I grabbed the gun, put it in my pocket, and went up to the command offices to kill the lieutenant who had slandered me. I was very quick. When I walked through the door I said: “Prepare yourself to die right now, lieutenant!” The man gave a jump and surrendered. But Colonel Pinto Aleixo, Colonel Herculano, and Colonel Ladislau intervened. They couldn’t put me back in prison, because they had found out that the lieutenant had accused me falsely. So instead they grabbed me and dragged me to the door, saying, “Go home and rest.” I no longer lived in the barracks, I lived in the Fazenda Garcia neighborhood. So I went home. The next day, I went back to the barracks and I was listed as “suspended for an indeterminate period.” To this day, I haven’t pressed the case further or raised a fuss. I didn’t really care.

I returned to my profession as a stonemason. Today I am retired, and I earn a meager salary that isn’t enough to live on.

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Part II

My father was called João Alves França, and my mother Maria Narcisa Bispo. They were only married by the church [and not by the state], so this is why I only inherited my father’s last name. I am called: Rafael Alvez França.

Besouro, my mestre, began to teach me capoeira when I was just 4 years old. Besouro’s father was named João, nicknamed João Grosso, and his mother was Maria Haifa. Maria Haifa was my aunt, so Besouro was my cousin, and was raised as my brother. My mother raised him.

In those days, Besouro taught his students hidden from the police, because the police heavily persecuted capoeiristas. When the police showed up to attack, he would tell his students to flee, and deal with the police alone.

I was brought up in that environment. My true mestre was Besouro, but I learned from many mestres in Santo Amaro. I will give their names one by one: Maitá (who even had a samba song named after him), Licurí, Joité, Dendê, Gasolina, Siri de Mangue, Doze Homens, Esperidião, Juvêncio Grosso, Espinho Remoso, Neco Canário Pardo. Actually, Neco Canário Pardo was my machete teacher. The one who taught me razor technique was Tonha, nicknamed Tonha Rolo do Mar. A woman. She is still alive, and walks around with a machete in hand. She lives in Feira de Santana.

I grew… when I was about 17 years old, I had confrontations with the police. I had very nasty battles with them. I was strongly hated by the police because I didn’t turn myself in.

There was a deputy in Santo Amaro named Veloso, the old Veloso. He was the toughest deputy in Santo Amaro. He was the grandfather of Caetano Veloso and Maria Betânia [two famous Bahian singers]. He always walked around with two soldiers, one on each side. He wore boots and was always armed. He would beat up anyone in the middle of the street for any little thing. He didn’t know me, but he searched for me.

One day, I was coming home from a samba in Catolé. When I passed under a peanut tree on the edge of the river, I encountered him, colonel Veloso. I don’t know if it was Barauna or Tamborete, his soldiers, who pointed me out. Then he whistled. “Hey, come here.” I waited. “Aren’t you Cobrinha Verde, the tough guy around here, who goes around beating up the police?”

“No, I’m not a troublemaker,” I said. “I have never killed or dishonored anyone, I can’t be a bully.”

And he said: “Prepare to get beaten up,” and put his hand on his weapon.

When he took it out, I put my hand on the eighteen inches (the machete that I carried) and I hit him with the flat of the blade. He was startled. His two soldiers attacked… I beat them both up. They ran. I beat up the deputy soundly with the flat of my blade, but left him without a single scratch.

Then I fled. I went to Dona Sinhazinha Batista, who often protected me. She was the wife of Dr. Batista Marques. I taught her children every Sunday. When I arrived at her house and told her the story, she said: “My son, I can’t get you out of this one. You have to get out of here because Veloso is my cousin, and I can’t escape him.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I said. She gave me 100 mil-réis [mil-réis were an old unit of Brazilian currency] and told me to disappear from Santo Amaro.

I passed by the house of Padre Acelino, my godfather, to talk. He also gave me 100 mil-réis. He took me to the church, confessed me, and asked for blessing upon me. Then he turned to me and said: “Where are you going, my son?”

I said, “My father, I’m going without a destination.”

I went to Lençóis, and got involved with Horácio de Matos’ band of fighters. I was seventeen years old. I spend three years and six months fighting along with them.

Horácio de Matos’ men weren’t a bunch of bandits. Horácio de Matos was fighting to be president of the north. He thought there should be two presidents in the country. He had a lot of money, he wasn’t a bandit. Lampião was a bandit. He formed a crew of rogues. We earned 10 mil-réis per day to fight with the police when they showed up.

I spent three years and six months in Horácio de Matos’ band. The last shot I fired with them was in Serra do Gentio do Ouro.

At midnight one night, while we awaited the police, I dreamt about the spirit of my father, asking me to leave that environment. When I awoke, I obeyed. Everyone was sleeping, and I filled two backpacks with spare bullets and fled.

I went to Manaus, and then I thought I might be near the band. Afraid that they would find me, I went to Rio Branco, which in those days was merely a settlement. Today it’s the capital [of the Brazilian state of Acre]. But when I arrived in Rio Branco, it was the mosquito season, and there was lots of fever, typhoid… I returned to Manaus. In Manaus I had a family with India Mansa from the Juçara Tribe. I had two children with her. When I was doing well with India (for me, I was fulfilling a mission), I received news that the Revolutionaries were marching from the interior of Ceará.

I abandoned my family and went south, joining the revolutionaries. Oswaldo Aranha, Juarez Távora and Juracy Magalhães accompanied the commander: Getúlio Vargas. We left Ceará with 60 men, and went on foot to Alagoinhas. I was just 22 years old. When we arrived in Alagoinhas we had over 3,000 men. We exchanged fire for an hour and thirty minutes, heavy fire. They say you can still find human skulls in that area to this day.

From Alagoinhas to Calçada (in Salvador) we went by train, which was called Maria Bonita. In those days, the greatest police chief in Salvador was Pedro Gordilho, who andava numa baratinha. He ran and hid on Itaparica Island.

When we arrived in Salvador, the barracks couldn’t hold all the revolutionaries. There was only room for half the men. There was no room for me. I stayed in an old museum in the Campo Grande area, where the Castro Alves Theater is today. I had been there 15 days when a revolt broke out in São Paulo.

I asked permission from my superiors, and went to São Paulo. I fought for six months. Whoever says that the war in São Paulo lasted longer than six months is lying. 3,150 men from my platoon were injured. I was the least injured. I was deaf for six months because of the explosions. When the fighting ceased, we went to gather the bodies of our dead comrades. They poured gasoline on the bodies and burned them. That was when I felt remorse…

When the revolt in São Paulo was over, I returned to Salvador. I stayed in an old barracks in the Campo Grande area. They gave me a promotion to Third Sergeant, for having been a hero in combat. I wasn’t promoted for my high level of education, because I am illiterate to this day. I ended up being the sergeant who was in charge of the bay area, caring for stables of animals, horses, etc.

In the barracks there was a lieutenant known as Querido. He was from Rio Grande. During the war, because I feared nothing, he would put me as the lookout every day and every night. One day I defied him and said I wouldn’t go. So he got mad at me.

The lieutenant was single, and slept in the barracks. One day he went out and returned at midnight. On that day, it so happened that I was also out, working as a guard. But he came back and said that he had seen me gambling with a soldier (and even today, at my ripe old age, I have never cared for gambling in any form). He made this false accusation against me, and I ended up in prison for 15 days.

On the day they let me out, I went back to my locker in the barracks and left my uniform and everything else there.

When I had returned from the revolt in São Paulo, I brought with me a small weapon that belonged to the first commander who I fought alongside during the revolt. He was shot in the chest, and fell. I jumped on top of him, stuck my hand in his pocket and found: ten mil-réis, a pair of wedding rings, and a gun. It had 18 cylinders. No one in the barracks knew that I had that gun. I kept it hidden inside my locker.

On the day they let me out of prison, after I changed my clothes, I grabbed the gun, put it in my pocket, and went up to the command offices to kill the lieutenant who had slandered me. I was very quick. When I walked through the door I said: “Prepare yourself to die right now, lieutenant!” The man gave a jump and surrendered. But Colonel Pinto Aleixo, Colonel Herculano, and Colonel Ladislau intervened. They couldn’t put me back in prison, because they had found out that the lieutenant had accused me falsely. So instead they grabbed me and dragged me to the door, saying, “Go home and rest.” I no longer lived in the barracks, I lived in the Fazenda Garcia neighborhood. So I went home. The next day, I went back to the barracks and I was listed as “suspended for an indeterminate period.” To this day, I haven’t pressed the case further or raised a fuss. I didn’t really care.

I returned to my profession as a stonemason. Today I am retired, and I earn a meager salary that isn’t enough to live on.

Source: Capoeira connections

Passing Clouds is also Party with the best of London live music!

A bit late with the notification but we are glad to invite the London Capoeira Community to take part in the monthly Kabula Capoeira Roda in Passing Clouds, which is becoming one of the greatest Capoeira Rodas in London. Come and bring your friends, your enthusiasm and energy!!

Our last Roda de Capoeira also served as a temporary farewell for Master Carlão and we invite your participation to maintain the energy there until his return.

It’s not to be missed!!! Spread the world and invite your friends. This Roda is open to the Capoeira community in London and around.

See you there,

The Kabula Team

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For more info go to Kabula Montlhy Roda at Passing Clouds in FB

Antigo Cais do Valongo / Old Valongo quays

Português / English

Para ver o clipe com imagem da obra de restauração do cais do Valongo clique aqui >>

To see a clip with image from the restoration work of The Valongo Quay click here >>

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Convidamos a toda comunidade de Capoeira Carioca, Brasil e internacional para a série de 3 Rodas que serão realizadas em frente ao Cais do Valongo, com inicio no dia 9 de Junho. Essa é uma proposta que pretende reaproximar a capoeiragem à região da antiga Pequena África e atual Zona Portuária do Rio. A “Brincadeira de Angola”, assim como outras heranças culturais de origem africana, foi emblemática na construção e afirmação da identidade do carioca, e do brasileiro em geral, desde os primórdios do período colonial. Isso se deu em especial nas capitais litorâneas, onde o mercado escravagista comercializou centenas de milhares de “pretos novos”.

No Cais do Valongo, considerado maior entreposto de escravos das Américas, foi registrada a entrada de aproximadamente 897.748 entre 1758 a 1831, segundo o The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade database. Ou seja, quase 10% dos 10 milhões de cativos que foram retirados do continente africano de 1500 a 1850.

O principal objetivo dessa idéia é celebrar o legado cultural afro-brasileiro, numa região do Rio onde a dinâmica dessa cultura se deu forma tão dramática, sob o sígno da infâmia. Nesse dia queremos consagrar, respeitosamente, a Roda do Valongo a essa memória e a história que agora está ressurgindo por debaixo do “Cais da Imperatriz”, devido as obras na região da Zona Portuária, Gamboa, Morro da Providência, da Conceição e adjascências (veja mais info sobre as obras de revitalização do Porto e das descobertas arqueológicas no rodapé dessa página).

Venham participar da primeira das 3 Rodas que já estão agendadas e confirmadas para as seguintes datas (sempre no segundo sábado de cada mês):

- 9 de Junho de 2012 * (início da Roda: 15hs)
- 14 de Julho de 2012
- 23 de Agosto de 2012
(excepcionalmente no mês de agosto a Roda acontecerá quinta-feira dia 23, para coincidir com o Dia Internacional da Memória do Tráfico Negreiro)

* em caso de mau tempo, essa Roda será realizada no Armazém da Ação e Cidadania, em frente ao Cais (à ser confirmado).

Para mapa e direções clique aqui >>

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Esta é uma iniciativa coletiva proposta inicialmente pelos Diretores e Conselheiros da ACIMBA, e  conta com a adesão de diversas entidades de Capoeira Angola, Regional e outros estilos. Veja abaixo a lista (por ordem alfabética) dos participantes já confirmados e à confirmar:

. Associação Cultural Ilê Mestre Benedito de Angola (ACIMBA) (presença confirmada)

. Associação de Capoeira Angola Mestre Marrom e Alunos (presença confirmada)

. Escola de Capoeira Angola Vamos Vadiar

. Escola Nestor Capoeira

. Fundação Internacional de Capoeira Angola – FICA

. Grupo Cordão de Ouro Rio de Janeiro

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Africa Bantu (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Aluandê (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Comunidade Sementes de Malungo

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Gungaê (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Heranças Ancestrais (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Mocambo de Aruanda (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola N’golo (à confirmar)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Kabula (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola São Bento Pequeno

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Volta ao Mundo (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angola Ypiranga de Pastinha (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Angolinha (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Filhos de Angola (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Ilê de Angola (presença confirmada)

. Grupo de Capoeira Senzala (à confirmar)

. Grupo de Capoeira Só Angola (presença confirmada)

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Acesse os links abaixo para alguns vídeos com informações a respeito do Cais do Valongo:

- Os achados arqueológicos comentados pela Arqueóloga Dra. Tânia Andrade Lima (UFRJ)
- Cais do Valongo (IPHAN/Porto Maravilha/Prefeitura do Rio)
- Documentário Cais do Valongo Sangra da Terra – Trailer Promocional
- 1 milhão de escravos passaram pelo Cais do Valongo

Artigos:

- Pequena África renasce no cais do porto do Rio de Janeiro
- Descobertas e redescobertas no Cais

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To see a clip with image from the restoration work of The Valongo Quay click here >>

We’d like to invite all from Rio and worldwide capoeira community, to a series of 3 Rodas to be held in front of the Valongo Quay (Cais do Valongo), starting on June 9th. This is an idea which aims to reconnect capoeira to the region of the old Little Africa (Pequena Africa) in Rio, as known in the old times and known this days as “Zona Portuaria do Rio”. O “Jogo de Angola”, as well as other cultural heritages of African origin, was emblematic in creating an identity to the (Rio born), and Brazil in general, since the early days of the colonial period. This was particularly true for the coastal capitals, where the slave market traded hundreds of thousands of African slaves.

At “Cais do Valongo”, considered the main slave depot of the Americas, was registered the entry of around 897,748 between 1758 to 1831, according to The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade database. That is, almost 10% of the 10 million slaves who were taken from the African continent from 1500 to 1850.

The main objective of this idea is to celebrate the afro-Brazilian cultural legacy, in a region of Rio in which the dynamics of that culture took place so dramatically, under the sign of infamy. On this day we want to consecrate, with all due respect, the “Roda do Valongo” to that memory and history that is now resurging underneath the “Cais da Imperatriz”, regards to the works in the area of the Port Zone, Gamboa, Morro da Providencia, Conceição and surroundings (see more info on the revitalization of the port and archaeological findings, at the bottom of this page).

Come join the first of the three Rodas which are scheduled and confirmed on the following dates (always the second Saturday of every month.

- June 9th 2012 * (Roda starts at 15hs)
- July 14th 2012
- August 23th 2012 – Exceptionally in august, that Roda will happen on the 23th (thursday) to coincide with the International Day of the Slave Trade Memory .

* In case of bad weather, Roda will be held on the ‘Armazém da Ação and Cidadania”, in front of the Cais do Valongo (to be confirmed).

This is a collective initiative, originally conceived by the directors and board of ACIMBA, and already has the adherence of many entities of Capoeira Angola, Regional and other styles. See above the list (listed alphabetically) of the participants already confirmed and to be confirmed.

BBoy Neguin

English / Portuguese

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Since a few years, researchers have investigated and found strong indications about the influences of capoeira on Break Dance. Now, after so many years, can capoeiristas learn from break dancers?

Brazilian BBoy Neguin, a Capoeirista dancer becomes the best break dance in the world.

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Desde a alguns anos atrás, pesquisadores investigaram e descobriram fortes indícios das influências da capoeira sobre o Break Dance. Agora, passados tantos anos, pode a capoeira aprender com o break dance?

Brasileiro B Boy Neguin, um Capoeira se torna o melhor dançarino de break dance do mundo.

Neguin@FloorWars2012Neguin@FloorWars2012

Workshop Bboy Neguin – English subtitles

Red Bull BC All stars Rock Rio de Janeiro

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A week with M. Valmir

Punga dos Homens

(Marco Aurelio Haikel - Mestre de Capoeira do Centro Matroá)

Aos Capoeiras, pesquisadores, artistas, dançarinos…

Conforme consta dos respectivos materiais, anexos, o Centro Matroá estará realizando o evento ”A Punga dos Homens no Tambor de Crioula”, uma manifestação pouco conhecida, até mesmo por maranhenses, que não dos lugares aonde ainda essa manifestação se faz presente. Ao que tudo indica, a punga dos homens é uma luta genuinamente afromaranhense. De acordo com as pesquisas que ao longo dos anos temos realizado, observamos que a mesma encontra-se, pode-se dizer, no rol de tradições e manifestações populares maranhenses, que correm o risco de extinção, de tal maneira que convidamos a todo/as, capoeiras, pesquisadores, dançarinos, artistas, coreógrafos, e demais pessoas que lidam com pesquisa e movimento, para se fazerem presentes no Circo da Cidade, no Centro Histórico, Praia Grande. As inscrições são gratuitas e limitadas. Mais informações, constam do material, anexo.

Ressaltamos que este evento, entre outros, recebe apoio da Fundação Municipal de Cultura de São Luís.
Marco Aurelio Haikel
Mestre de Capoeira do Centro Matroá.
Para mais informações constam os contatos do folder e cartaz, bem como de Sergio Costa, que segue, abaixo.

Sergio Luis Aguiar da Costa – Sergio Capoeira
Licenciatura Plena em Educação Física, Especialista em Docência do Ensino Superior e Artista Popular
(98) 8847 1572 e (98) 3236 5030
São Luís – Maranhão – Brasil

English / Português

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Since last Sunday, Jan Gloeckner now has a new role in the world of Capoeira Angola. It means a lot to us in Kabula to do something like that. It wasn’t just a Roda de Capoeira and not just an event. Also it wasn’t just a title given to someone.

Although to our family and lineage, by following some fundamental principles of Capoeira Angola, it is a significant act in which he did not just have to prove he is a good capoeirista who is able to play for a long time, sing, hold the berimbau, host and talk with guests, express and hold himself in many games etc. This is just the surface of that ritual. The most important thing to us is to support Jan in his holistic understandng and subjective decision to accept this title and how it will reflect on his life from now on. It’s not what happened in one Roda which is important. What matters to us is what will happen from now on to the capoeirista and friend Jan. This precept is the most important from our point of view.

Besides the respect and gratitude to all the work he developed in Kabula for years and the relationship of trust and friendship that exists between us, we value the process of keeping and conducting through the capoeira dimention and its metaphorical symbolism. As well as the reflection generated as in the real world. Again, we do not give more merit to the objective or to the results of it, but rather then to the process and enrichment of everyday life from this new condition.

My respect for him and thanks to those ones which made an effort to take part in that especial night, on 29th April 2012 at Passing Clouds. Hope you all had fun, but also thrilled with that experience.

Mestre Carlão and The Kabula Team!

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Desde o domingo passado, Jan Gloeckner passou a ter um novo papel no mundo da Capoeira Angola. Esse ato significa muito para nós do Kabula. Não consideramos que aquela tenha sido uma simples roda de capoeira oferecida a alguém e obviamente esta foi mais do que meramente uma atividade do grupo. Tão pouco compartilhamos com a ideia de super valorizar títulos ou status dado a um capoeirista numa cerimonia.

Contudo, para nossa família e linhagem e seguindo princípios fundamentais da capoeira angola, este foi um ato extremamente importante, não só porque Jan tinha que provar que é um bom capoeirista, ou que é capaz de jogar por um longo tempo, cantar, segurar o berimbau por tempo indeterminado, receber e conversar com os convidados, expressar-se e manter-se integro em seguidos jogos, etc. Esta é apenas a superfície deste ritual. A coisa mais importante para nós começa a partir de agora. Ou seja, o ato de apoiá-lo em sua visão holística e decisão subjetiva para aceitar este título e como isto vai refletir sobre sua vida de agora em diante. Não é o que aconteceu em uma Roda que é importante.

Além do respeito e agradecimento a todo o trabalho que ele vêm desenvolvendo no Kabula por anos a fio e pela relação de confiança e amizade que existe entre nós dois. O que importa agora é o que vai acontecer daqui pra frente ao capoeirista e amigo Jan. Este é o preceito mais importante do nosso ponto de vista. Valorizamos assim o processo de manter-se e de se conduzir integralmente dentro da capoeira e de seu universo metafórico. Assim como o reflexo que isso vai gerar dentro do mundo real. De fato, não damos mais valor à finalidade ou aos resultados, do que ao processo de enriquecimento da vida cotidiana a partir desta nova condição.

Meu respeito à Jan e agradecemos a todos aqueles que se esforçaram em participar daquela noite especial no Passing Clouds, dia 29 de Abril de 2012. Espero que todos vocês tenham se divertido, mas também se emocionado com a experiência.

Mestre Carlão e a equipe Kabula!

Photos courtesy by Maija Nygren