One more for the series: look where our support network has taken us. The architect and activist Mônica Benício appeared in the technical rehearsal of Mangueira with her T-shirt Lute Como Marielle Franco . And that's not all, on March 4th she'll be on the runway with an extremely exclusive breast, made with a lot of care and love just for her.
Monica is our partner, along with Marielle Franco's mother, sister and daughter, in this sentence. Right after the murder of the councilwoman and the driver, Anderson Gomes, we sent T-shirts as a gift to the family. After many requests and conversations, we decided to sell the shirt with the family's permission.
Like this? Part of PEITA's production with this sentence is donated to Mônica, Luyara and Anielle Franco's militancy actions and the profit from the shirts sold through our website is destined to social projects that empower girls in needy communities, as is the case of Usina de Ideias, which welcomes children at Parolin, in Curitiba.
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As Mônica Benício herself says,
partnership that we RESPECT.
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Samba-Enredo
The samba História pra ninar gente grande retells the history of Brazil, citing the name of Marielle, who was shot 14 times in March 2018, and other names of Brazilian women. The authorship is by the carnival designer Leandro Vieira, with composition by Tomaz Miranda Mama, Marcio Bola, Ronie Oliveira and Danilo Firmino. 
Brazil, the time has come
From listening to the Marias, Mahins, Marielles, Malês
From listening to the Marias, Mahins, Marielles, Malês
Brazil, my business
Let me tell you
The story that history doesn't tell
The opposite of the same place
It is in the struggle that we find ourselves
Brazil, my dengo
The hose has arrived
With verses that the book erased
Since 1500
There's more invasion than discovery
There is blood stained on
Behind the framed hero
Women, tamoios, mulattoes
I want a country that is not in the picture
Brazil, your name is Dandara
And your face is cariri
Didn't come from heaven
Not from Isabel's hands
Freedom is a dragon in the sea of Aracati
Save the caboclos of July
Who was steel in the years of lead
Brazil, the time has come
From listening to the Marias, Mahins, Marielles, Malês
Hose, remove dust from cellars
Oh, make way for your barracks heroes
Of Brazil that becomes a country of Lecis, jamelões
The crowds are green and pink
Brazil, my business
Let me tell you
The story that history doesn't tell
The opposite of the same place
It is in the struggle that we find ourselves
Brazil, my dengo
The hose has arrived
With verses that the book erased
Since 1500
There's more invasion than discovery
There is blood stained on
Behind the framed hero
Women, tamoios, mulattoes
I want a country that is not in the picture
Brazil, your name is Dandara
And your face is cariri
Didn't come from heaven
Not from Isabel's hands
Freedom is a dragon in the sea of Aracati
Save the caboclos of July
Who was steel in the years of lead
Brazil, the time has come
From listening to the Marias, Mahins, Marielles, malês.
