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RIO – The composer, drummer and activist of Rio de Janeiro, Marcelo Yuka, founder of Rappa, died this Friday around 11:50 at the age of 53, following a widespread infection. He was hospitalized at the Quinta D'Or Hospital of São Cristóvão and was enthroned in the early hours of 4 January.
Marcelo Fontes de Nascimento Santa Ana Viana, Marcelo Yuka, had a trajectory based on fighting.
He fights for life after being shot and wounded nine times in the street José Higino in Tijuca (when he left his car to try to protect a woman victim of a robbery) and became a paraplegic in November 2000. He had several health problems. since – his last album, "Songs for After Hate", was released in January 2017, while the musician was in a hospital room where he had spent much of the previous year.
Fights, of others, also in the lyrics that he wrote for the reggae-rock band O Rappa, in which he tackles Brazilian issues such as social inequality and racism in songs like "The Fair", "My Soul I Do not Want It" and "What Remains of Paradise" in the 1990's. He managed, with his fellow bandmates, to make sure that the Activism reaches the radio, television and the general public – in short, the general public.
Yuka is one of the founders of Rappa in 1993 and remains in the group until 2001, shortly after becoming a paraplegic. The output had hints of bitterness. He said that he had been "taken from the group at 50% for greed, 50% for power". From that moment, Rappa (now headed by Marcelo Falcão, now arrested) and Yuka followed different paths.
Unable to play the drums because of a health problem, the composition becomes his main office. He founded the group F.UR.T.O. (Urban Front of Organized Works), which also generated an eponymous NGO, with which he fought for stem cell research.
The documentary "On the road of the arrows", released in 2011, was about the accident and activism caused by Yuka after his paraplegic training. Director Daniela Broitman's film has been awarded for best editing at the Rio Festival this year.
But it was from the book "Do not worry about me", published in 2014 with Bruno Levinson, whose Yuka was particularly proud of having completely described his trajectory. Throughout the 224 pages, the autobiography evokes suburban dances, contacts with the reggae group of the Baixada Fluminense in the 1980s (the name of Yuka appeared while he was part of the group KMD5), through the occasional and striking encounter with the drug dealer Marcinho. VP at the top of Morro Santa Marta during a hip-hop event, sad memories of the departure of Rappa and his friendship with personalities such as the poet Waly Salomão (1943-2003), the delegate Orlando Zaccone and the deputy Marcelo Freixo (PSOL).
Named after Lombriga during her teenage years at Angra dos Reis, Yuka grew up in Campo Grande, but it is in Tijuca that she met and lived until she was a teenager. ;at the end of his life. As an activist, she has participated in entities such as the FASE (Federation of Social Welfare and Educational Bodies of Rio de Janeiro), in partnership with AfroReggae, and the B.O.C.A. (Organized Brigade of Activist Culture), which aimed to bring cultural activities to the prison population. Affiliated with the PSOL, he was a candidate for the post of deputy mayor of Rio during the Freixo campaign in 2012.
There is still no information on the location and timing of Yuka's wake.
Some pieces of songs by Marcelo Yuka
The grids of the condominium
They must provide protection
But bring also the doubt
If you are in this prison
Hold me and kiss me
Make a child with me
But do not let me sit in the chair
Sunday
In search of new drugs for rent
In this constrained video
It's for peace that I do not want to continue to admit
"My soul (the peace I do not want)"
This is taupe to see
What's difficult
Time goes slower to negotiate
Who held the chibata firmly
Wear a uniform now
Engatilha a macaca
Always choose the first
Black to spend in the magazine
Pbad the magazine
"Each shrimp has a small slave ship"
There was no light but it was the day, the sun was invading the room
Made television a mirror reflecting what we had forgotten
"What came from heaven"
Who gives me
You win more
The clientele is vast
I know!
Because natural remedies
Not always
Pressure Discharge
"The fair"
Can men come who does not want to shake me
Dogs feel fear, they will not find me again soon
It's not courageous, but my eyes are far away
Camouflage me in the landscape by giving time, time, time to sing
"Leave Me"
The victims not found are all of us
Those who did not say goodbye or pray
In the clandestine cemeteries of justice
"Do not worry about me"
Christ left from the top of the hill where we are
Surrounded by helicopters at the marginal hunt
Show your hero again, his hero side
Become Oxalá, and vice versa
All in white in the most beautiful procession
Blessing of theft in a new direction
"The Christ and Oxalá"
Just water the ghetto lilies
That the Black Beethoven come to show
But sweaty milk is so thankless that gangs
They are gaining more and more space
"Brixton, Bronx or Lowland"
In the middle of the psalms
Objectives and Accounts
The man at the pumps is hiding
As a terrorist
Without verbal complaint
Ready to explode
At the slightest sign
Then sound the horn
Play funk dance
Hit the bbad drum in the throat
From Maracanã, huh! …
"The man in the bomb"
bulletproof cars
With the glbad to the test of the people
Color smoke of indifference
And lick credit cards
Buy from almost anything
From Pride to Cocaine
Dollars to girls
Pbadage on the replica
The Statue of Liberty
What binds us to the silicone consumption
And the urgent barbed wire that says
Welcome to Ego City
"The city of the self"
The car was coming slowly
And suddenly, suddenly decided to stop me
One of the guys left the inside
Already saying, by compadre, you lost
If I have to look damn
I think you should leave that blatant with me
At the beginning, there were three, then four others
There were seven samurai victims of extortion.
Scouring my car, putting my hand in my pocket
Feeling my hand
"Street Court"
Almost the ball that had the idea
Do not see
I'm starting to see things
By the paralysis of grudge
"Little by little"
Hunger is a sperm
Between the legs of violence
And selfishness that excited
The differences that he deserves
Immediate abortion
"Catechesis of Fear"
No heat of the hotplate
I'm more Jorge Ben
Play very hard
On my walkman
Waiting for the carnival
Next year
I do not know if the year
It will be evil
Or is it going to be good?
"Face B Face A"
But the favela is not a mother
Of all mortal doubt
Maybe that's the way
More direct and radical
The sun raging
These hanging gardens
Bad DistributionWhat they scratch the sky
But they do not perceive the firmament
Swimming at the seaside
But do not clean the inside
"Crossfire"
And if the lights fly the stars
And our genius has just shown us
The silhouette of what we could be
I was worse and now I can understand
To alleviate my torment
Like flowers on the slopes of cement
"Flowers on the slopes of cement"
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