Put the old man's portrait back up and let the old man work.

Brazil was like a vase coveted by all, a work of art in an eclectic style, like Gaudí's buildings, mixing Marajoara ceramics, Vitalino's clay, Maranhão tiles, Pernambuco ceramics by Brennand, potters from the Jequitinhonha Valley, Ming porcelain from the grand salons of Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo, and Meissen porcelain from the descendants of Germans in the South. 

A vase adorned with gold, iron, tin, and niobium from Minas Gerais. A unique, priceless, unbreakable piece. 

 "Unbreakable" is a dangerous word. It opens the PTB's anthem of the 1945 Democratization period, after the Vargas Era, which began the Fourth Brazilian Republic and culminated in the dictatorship in 1964.  

"Unbreakable" was also the term used by Aécio Neves in his first speech after his defeat in the 2014 presidential elections, when the senator promised to mount an "unbreakable" opposition to Dilma Rousseff's government, stating that in doing so he respected the will of all voters and accusing the contest of being unequal, of "shameless use of the state apparatus, bad faith bordering on the unthinkable, instilling fear among the humble, manipulating the feelings of thousands."

"We will monitor, demand accountability, and denounce," Aécio promised. And look what happened, with Cunha, Temer, the farce of the fiscal maneuvers, financed by Aécio's own PSDB party, the coup against Dilma with the Supreme Court involved, Lava Jato, Moro, Dallagnol, Lula's imprisonment. A real mess, which started out simple and ended with Bolsonaro stuck in Brazil's throat. 

And here we are with the vase of Brazilian metaphor shattered. Bolsonaro came like a wicked, deranged man and kicked the vase, broke it, shattered the precious work into pieces, a work that mixed ethnicities, origins, races, tribes, peoples, in a surprising harmony, in a Stradivarius violin tuning. He broke it, trampled it, stomped on it, turned it to dust, burned it – and the vase became scorched earth. 

The only restorer in sight capable of repairing such damage was Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva. And Brazilians waged a relentless struggle to elect him, despite the "unequal contest, the shameless use of the state apparatus, the bad faith bordering on the unthinkable, the fear instilled in the humble, the manipulation of the feelings of thousands"—literally Aécio's fantastical speech in 2014, which was in fact a premonition of what Bolsonarism would do in 2022, without success.

Lula now needs to pick up all the pieces, assemble this puzzle, which he has already begun to do. We elected him, we chose him, we are anxious, we all want to have an opinion, contribute, influence, but, going back to Vargas and paraphrasing that jingle from that time, "Put the old man's portrait back again / Put it back in the same place / The old man's smile / And let the old man work.".

Lula has the competence, experience, knowledge, and talent to, in these four years, which could be eight, make Brazil great again, sovereign, without sellouts, with great names. 

Professor and scientist Ildo Sauer, one of the most respected in the energy sector, proposed yesterday to a group of engineers that the Ministry of Mines and Energy be given to Roberto Requião, a man of strong will and convictions. That would be a godsend. Just as our pre-salt expert, Guilherme Estrella, would be a great name for Petrobras. We are tired of being sold for peanuts by the Judases who are permanently stationed in Brazilian politics. 

And here we are again, trying to stick our spoon in the pot that Lula has already started to restore.