Sifu Francis Fong, Guro Dan Inosanto, Ajarn Surachai “Chai” Sirisute.
These are some beautiful writings inscripted on the walls of Guro Dan Inosanto’s Academy in Marina Del Rey, Los Angeles.
Guro Dan Inosanto is one of the most amazing, inspiring Martial Artists I have ever known. If you ever get the chance I would highly [...] [...more]
12th of Jan 2002
It is in your eyes beloved Bahia,
The sandy scent of scarlet streets
the cobble stoned winding curves
caressing glinted glances of coloured heat
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This is a quote that was pinned up in Mestre Moraes’s Academy when I was visiting Bahia in 2001-2002.
I thought it was particularly beautiful.
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Awareness is something that needs constant maintenance.
Sometimes I feel myself stopping in the middle of the day, ‘waking up’ and asking myself, what have I been doing today? and I find it really hard to remember.
I never seem to be able to catch up with the world. Regardless of how much I try [...] [...more]
monday 9th/2/04
Today I survived one of the scarest classes of my life. Without a doubt, just one of the many to come.
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MY FIRST CAPOEIRA CLASS IN LONDON 2004
Walking down the street to buy a coffee I was trying to think of how to introduce myself to mestre carlos. I walked up this dirty street of london, filled with run down shops and small delis. It was a beautiful day as the sun was [...] [...more]
Written by Sarah Bartch
Some of the capoeira songs that we sing make references to certain catholic saints. Songs with religious references are often quite obscure and it can be very hard to try to understand the depths of the words especially without any cultural background knowledge. Also, often the meanings are purposely veiled in the [...] [...more]
One of the most beautiful attributes of capoeira is its ability to adapt. It is in the non-committing, loosely phrased, sneaky way of the brazilian culture that glues the game together.
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A RODA AT TOPAZIO
We walked down the cobbled stoned streets of the pelourinho, luminecent and glowing with energy. our fate however, lied within the darkness of the night sky and the spiradic glints of twinkly stars. Our destiny lay within the mystery, for better or worse. We [...] [...more]
WATCHING A MASTER
His Berimbau cried.
As his voice roared.
Music vibrating from his body.
Capoeira seeping from his skin.
This, is how I remember Mestre Moraes.
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