Veredas are the paths of the little creeks, which by the draught, do not appear anymore, but still streams under the soil. One can just see it by looking at the landscape and trying to find these palms, called Buriti, and in the path of the Buriti one thirsty can find water, can find hope, can find life.
Veredas are the narrow paths that we strive to go through, once is all muddy and wild. Guimarães Rosa compares them with life in a very subtle way.
“Vou lhe falar. Lhe falo do sertão. Do que não sei. Um grande sertão! Não sei. Ninguém ainda não sabe. Só umas raríssimas pessoas — e só essas poucas veredas, veredazinhas.”
“I will tell you. I tell you about sertão. About what I do not know. A big sertão! Don’t know. Nobody yet doesn’t know. Only few rare people – and just these few veredas, little veredas.”
Well, why not try to translate some few parts.
This Picture was taken close to the place that Guimarães got the inspiration to write his romance “Grande Sertão: Veredas”, a novel about life, about The God and The Devil. How do they act in us? How do we live with them? As you can see, a big research into the human being itself.
Well, I do not have much to say, just that I strongly recommend people to go there. This place changes anyone’s life, like it changed mine, drastically, but in a good way.
I love it, I love you.
Thank you for reading.
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