A genius, Moreira inspired generations of Brazilian kids who yearn for peace and freedom.

Once upon a time, there was a student residence where people were active in a political organization. On the eve of a demonstration, adrenaline, guitars, and mattresses scattered around the room were palpable. 

Young people without a penny in their pockets, but with blood in their eyes. The enemy? Capitalism, neoliberalism, Alckmin, and the exclusionary education system. 

On the living room wall, an old poster: "Out with ALCA, Out with the IMF." 

Bianca, spreadsheet in hand, reviewed the list of those mobilized and said excitedly, "Wow, we're going to blow this shit up tomorrow! Alckmin better watch out!" 

Another high school student, with a hammer and sickle tattoo on his chest, replied: “If Marx wants it, everything will be alright. And he wants it to be.” 

Amidst laughter and a bit of nervousness, the young people were preparing for a great day of struggle against the neoliberalism that had been imposed on São Paulo for some time. They were already organizing their masks and packing vinegar in their backpacks (it's good for protecting against tear gas). 

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It was Alan, making that "shout-out," as they used to say. He brought some good weed, beer, and pizza. 

From there, joy filled the hearts of the young people. João picked up his guitar and began to sing "The Mystery of the Planet." Suddenly, the song transformed into a cathartic scene. 

"I'll show you who I am."

And I'll keep going as best I can.

Throwing my body into the world

Wandering through all the corners

And by the natural law of encounters

I give and receive a little.

And I pass by the naked eye.

Or dresses with spectacles

Past, present

I participate by being the mystery of the planet.

I'll show you who I am.

And I'll keep going as best I can.

Throwing my body into the world

Wandering through all the corners

And by the natural law of encounters

I give and receive a little.

And I pass by the naked eye.

Or dresses with spectacles

Past, present

I participate by being the mystery of the planet.

The triple mystery of "stop"

That I go through and being him

What remains in each one

In what way do I follow my path?

And in the air that he made that he watched

Open a parenthesis, don't forget

Regardless of that

I'm nothing but a scoundrel.

From a kid from Brazil

That I ask for and give alms

But I walk and think always with more than one

That's why nobody sees my bag.

I'll show you who I am.

And I'll keep going as best I can.

Throwing my body into the world

Wandering through all the corners

And by the natural law of encounters

I give and receive a little.

And I pass by the naked eye.

Or dresses with spectacles

Past, present

I participate by being the mystery of the planet.

The triple mystery of "stop"

That I go through and being him

What remains in each one

In what way do I follow my path?

And in the air that he made that he watched

Open a parenthesis, don't forget

Regardless of that

I'm nothing but a scoundrel.

From a kid from Brazil

That I ask for and give alms

But I walk and think always with more than one

“For this reason, I don't see anything at all”

The demonstration was a success, and other generations sat in that room, played that guitar, and mobilized struggles in defense of Brazil, to the sound of what became an anthem of consequential rebellion, of detachment from money and an attachment to the feeling of social justice.  

I, who am now 33 years old, was one of those young women in that student residence. Thank you, Moreira, for your genius, for weaving love and freedom with your colors, inspiring so many "kids in Brazil who beg and give alms." 

With you, so many generations toasted to life, danced to the carnival songs of Dodô and Osmar, partied until seven in the morning, and wished for a better world filled with peace. 

You will always be remembered for your joy and genius. 

Go in peace!