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I am a long time without updating this blog. Not because nothing happens in my life. Quite the contrary, several things have happened, some wonderful, like the fact you have found someone that makes me very happy.
Together, we spend a lot of time. When the distance allows us (we do not live in the same city, or even in the same state. We are physically separated by 799 km). But whenever possible, we try to get together. And together we found a town south of the country, which became our idyllic place. As was said in Casablanca, over Paris, we say "We'll always have Maringa".
Together, we spend a lot of time. When the distance allows us (we do not live in the same city, or even in the same state. We are physically separated by 799 km). But whenever possible, we try to get together. And together we found a town south of the country, which became our idyllic place. As was said in Casablanca, over Paris, we say "We'll always have Maringa".
"Rope to me is an extension of my soul, letting my art come to life & my sub is my canvas"
Despite the melancholy of the poem, I could not avoid of on the very day that I became 36 years old to use that poem written by my favorite poet and the man who was the reason one day I have studied english literature.
On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year
By Lord Byron
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm—the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some Volcanic Isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze
A funeral pile.
The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of Love I cannot share,
But wear the chain.
But 'tis not thus—and 'tis not here
Such thoughts should shake my Soul, nor now,
Where Glory decks the hero's bier,
Or binds his brow.
The Sword, the Banner, and the Field,
Glory and Greece around us see!
The Spartan borne upon his shield
Was not more free.
Awake (not Greece—she is awake!)
Awake, my Spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake
And then strike home!
Tread those reviving passions down
Unworthy Manhood—unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.
If thou regret'st thy Youth, why live?
The land of honourable Death
Is here:—up to the Field, and give
Away thy breath!
Seek out—less often sought than found—
A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy Ground,
And take thy rest.
On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year
By Lord Byron
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm—the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some Volcanic Isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze
A funeral pile.
The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of Love I cannot share,
But wear the chain.
But 'tis not thus—and 'tis not here
Such thoughts should shake my Soul, nor now,
Where Glory decks the hero's bier,
Or binds his brow.
The Sword, the Banner, and the Field,
Glory and Greece around us see!
The Spartan borne upon his shield
Was not more free.
Awake (not Greece—she is awake!)
Awake, my Spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake
And then strike home!
Tread those reviving passions down
Unworthy Manhood—unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.
If thou regret'st thy Youth, why live?
The land of honourable Death
Is here:—up to the Field, and give
Away thy breath!
Seek out—less often sought than found—
A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy Ground,
And take thy rest.
I did my graduation on Niteroi, a city on the other side of Guanabara Bay. Every day I used to take a bus or a boat to go to Niteroi to Study. People from Rio use to prank, saying that the best part of Niteroi is the vision they had of the city of Rio de Janeiro. I have to agree. From my University, I used to take wonderful pictures from Rio de Janeiro (i need to find them).
This one is Rio de Janeiro seen from the Toca da Seabra, a place in Niteroi.
This one is Rio de Janeiro seen from the Toca da Seabra, a place in Niteroi.
It was an intense week, which began with the now traditional annual gathering of former students of cinema from my film school college. I call it Traditional because we created this event three years ago as an excuse to gather those ex-classmates that due to work commitments, etc., we not see so easily.
The first event was at a bar near my home, and managed to gather only a few former classmates. The second one was largest than the first and took place already at the house of a friend of mine even here in Rio. For this year, we got the beach house of another former colleague, and we could spend a whole weekend together, drinking some beers, eating a barbecue (sorry my vegan friends) and playing soccer. And best of all, two days together with very important people in our lives.
the entire class gathered in front of the pool
Fabricio swimms, I think he's training for the crossing of the Forts (traditional swimm event here in Rio), while Tania rests at the sun.
Fabricio and Tania
The barbecue
The beer is almost over.
Some of them working on the barbecue while some looking for beers.
Tania sunbathing and Claudio... I don't know.
the fabulous four.
Another version of the fabulous four.
Monday I started my training process for a new job. Nothing too exciting, a telephone operator service customer service. The salary, not fabulous, but the fact that it was only 6 hours a day and it gives me some money to buy books and still have time to read and work on my screenplays and other texts make me accept to do the job.
At last, on thursday night I went to another friend apt. to drink some beers and listen some rock'n roll. On the next day, all of us went to a restaurant here and my the price of my dish was a big surprise.
The price of my dish.
I believe that I will return to write a new blog journal before the new year's eve.
The first event was at a bar near my home, and managed to gather only a few former classmates. The second one was largest than the first and took place already at the house of a friend of mine even here in Rio. For this year, we got the beach house of another former colleague, and we could spend a whole weekend together, drinking some beers, eating a barbecue (sorry my vegan friends) and playing soccer. And best of all, two days together with very important people in our lives.
the entire class gathered in front of the pool Fabricio swimms, I think he's training for the crossing of the Forts (traditional swimm event here in Rio), while Tania rests at the sun. Fabricio and Tania The barbecue The beer is almost over. Some of them working on the barbecue while some looking for beers. Tania sunbathing and Claudio... I don't know. the fabulous four. Another version of the fabulous four.Monday I started my training process for a new job. Nothing too exciting, a telephone operator service customer service. The salary, not fabulous, but the fact that it was only 6 hours a day and it gives me some money to buy books and still have time to read and work on my screenplays and other texts make me accept to do the job.
At last, on thursday night I went to another friend apt. to drink some beers and listen some rock'n roll. On the next day, all of us went to a restaurant here and my the price of my dish was a big surprise.
The price of my dish. I believe that I will return to write a new blog journal before the new year's eve.
As many here know, I live in Rio, but was born and raised in Bahia. Bahia is a state in northeastern Brazil, and is among the all 27 states the one which have a greater presence of Afro-brazilian heritage, either in the presence of culture, religious, etc..
Salvador, my hometown and capital city of Bahia, it is the second city in the world with afro inhabitants (Lagos from Nigeria is the first one). And Salvador, used to be famous because of its syncretism, an academic umbrella used to describe the symbiotic relationship between the christian (Catholic) religion and the candomble (pronounce Kan-Don-Bleh), the afro polytheistic religion which was brought to Brazil through the slaves. This syncretism used to be so powerful that Salvador which has 395 catholic temples, in many of those temples, the catholic saints images in fact are the represantations not of the real saints, but the Orixas, gods of the candomble religion.
But now, the stuffs in my country are very sad and dangerous. The neo-pentecostal moviment, a neo-born-christians movement are becaming more and more strong. And they are prejudice with the afro religion. They acuse the afro religion of devil worship. And many places of cults are destroying and suffering violence of all kind. The current mayor of Salvador is a neo-born christian who prefer to ignore the cry for help of the afro religion.
In this obscurency days. I remenber of the late writer Jorge Amado, he was born in Bahia as me. He was an atheist, but all the brazilian laws that protects the religious freedom was created by him when he was a congressman in 1950's. It is in honour to him, to one of the best man my country had, one of the best writers my country had, I will put this song made by Caetano Veloso, which was made in honor to Jorge Amado in the 80's. There is the lyrics in portuguese and a translation in english below the video. And that the gods put some sense in the mind of the people here:
Milagres do povo
Folk Miracles!
by Caetano Veloso
Quem é ateu
Who is atheist
E viu milagres como eu
and saw miracles like I did
Sabe que os deuses sem Deus
knows that the Gods without God
Não cessam de brotar
don't stop sprouting,
Nem cansam de esperar
neither get tired of waiting.
E o coração que é soberano e que é senhor
And the heart that is sovereign and is the Lord
Não cabe na escravidão
doesn't fit in the slavery.
Não cabe no seu não
Doesn't fit in its NO.
Não cabe em si de tanto sim
Doesn't fit in itself of so much YES.
É pura dança e sexo e glória
It is pure dance, sex, and glory,
E paira para além da história
and stays hung beyond History.
Ojúobá ia lá e via
Ojúobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia
Xangô manda chamar
Xango ordered to call
Obatalá guia
The spiritt of Obatalá
Mamãe Oxum chora
Mother Oxum cries
Lágrimalegria
Tears of happiness
Pétala de Iemanjá
Petals of Iemanja
Iansã-Oiá ia
Iansã would go
Ojuobá ia lá e via
Ojuobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia (Bahia is a state in Brazil)
Obá
É no xaréu
It is in shoal
Que brilha a prata luz do céu
That shines the silver light from heaven
E o povo negro entendeu
The african brazilian people understood
Que o grande vencedor/ Se ergue além da dor
that the big winner raises himself beyond of pain,
Tudo chegou sobrevivente num navio
when all survived arrived in a ship.
Quem descobriu o Brasil/Foi o negro que viu/ A crueldade bem de frente e ainda produziu milagres/De fé no extremo Ocidente.
Who discovered Brasil/was the african brazilian who saw cruelty right in front their eyes,/ and still was able to make miracles of faith in the extreme occident.
Some notes about the song: This song was composed in homage to Jorge Amado. And the first verses make references to a famous speech made by Jorge Amado, who said once that he was an atheist who saws miracles made by the folk.
In the video, there are a collage of images from the Candomblé and its gods.
Africans was brought to Brazil as slaves in 1600. They came with their faith.
Their religion is candomblé
These are some of their Gods (Orishas)
Ojúobá, yorubá language word that means the eyes of the king or the eyes of King Shango is a oye (African honorific title given to those who become high priests and dignitaries of the Shango cult in Africa and Candomblé in Brazil).
Xangô, King of Oyo (Africa) became a guia (spirit) His manifestation is thunder, thunderlighting. He is the son of Obatalá.
Obatalá = Warrior! The high spirit, good spirit below Orogum. Father of Xangô.
Oxum Is the youngest of Xango's wives. It is the spirit of sweet waters.
Iemanjá It is the Goddess of Sea. Wife of Oxalá. She drove Oxala crazy until he got sick of her complaints. She was tired of being slave. When he was sick, Iemanja did some teas that she invented with herbs and she cured Oxala. Today she is the spirit who helps ease the mind.
Iansã (the goddess of war) was wife of Ogum but chose Xango instead.
Obá Warrior. She fought with Ogum. Ogum won the fight and made love with her when she was tired of fighting. Later she chose Xango over Ogum.
You can see a good explanation about Candomble here. Not complete, but good.
Salvador, my hometown and capital city of Bahia, it is the second city in the world with afro inhabitants (Lagos from Nigeria is the first one). And Salvador, used to be famous because of its syncretism, an academic umbrella used to describe the symbiotic relationship between the christian (Catholic) religion and the candomble (pronounce Kan-Don-Bleh), the afro polytheistic religion which was brought to Brazil through the slaves. This syncretism used to be so powerful that Salvador which has 395 catholic temples, in many of those temples, the catholic saints images in fact are the represantations not of the real saints, but the Orixas, gods of the candomble religion.
But now, the stuffs in my country are very sad and dangerous. The neo-pentecostal moviment, a neo-born-christians movement are becaming more and more strong. And they are prejudice with the afro religion. They acuse the afro religion of devil worship. And many places of cults are destroying and suffering violence of all kind. The current mayor of Salvador is a neo-born christian who prefer to ignore the cry for help of the afro religion.
In this obscurency days. I remenber of the late writer Jorge Amado, he was born in Bahia as me. He was an atheist, but all the brazilian laws that protects the religious freedom was created by him when he was a congressman in 1950's. It is in honour to him, to one of the best man my country had, one of the best writers my country had, I will put this song made by Caetano Veloso, which was made in honor to Jorge Amado in the 80's. There is the lyrics in portuguese and a translation in english below the video. And that the gods put some sense in the mind of the people here:
Milagres do povo
Folk Miracles!
by Caetano Veloso
Quem é ateu
Who is atheist
E viu milagres como eu
and saw miracles like I did
Sabe que os deuses sem Deus
knows that the Gods without God
Não cessam de brotar
don't stop sprouting,
Nem cansam de esperar
neither get tired of waiting.
E o coração que é soberano e que é senhor
And the heart that is sovereign and is the Lord
Não cabe na escravidão
doesn't fit in the slavery.
Não cabe no seu não
Doesn't fit in its NO.
Não cabe em si de tanto sim
Doesn't fit in itself of so much YES.
É pura dança e sexo e glória
It is pure dance, sex, and glory,
E paira para além da história
and stays hung beyond History.
Ojúobá ia lá e via
Ojúobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia
Xangô manda chamar
Xango ordered to call
Obatalá guia
The spiritt of Obatalá
Mamãe Oxum chora
Mother Oxum cries
Lágrimalegria
Tears of happiness
Pétala de Iemanjá
Petals of Iemanja
Iansã-Oiá ia
Iansã would go
Ojuobá ia lá e via
Ojuobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia (Bahia is a state in Brazil)
Obá
É no xaréu
It is in shoal
Que brilha a prata luz do céu
That shines the silver light from heaven
E o povo negro entendeu
The african brazilian people understood
Que o grande vencedor/ Se ergue além da dor
that the big winner raises himself beyond of pain,
Tudo chegou sobrevivente num navio
when all survived arrived in a ship.
Quem descobriu o Brasil/Foi o negro que viu/ A crueldade bem de frente e ainda produziu milagres/De fé no extremo Ocidente.
Who discovered Brasil/was the african brazilian who saw cruelty right in front their eyes,/ and still was able to make miracles of faith in the extreme occident.
Some notes about the song: This song was composed in homage to Jorge Amado. And the first verses make references to a famous speech made by Jorge Amado, who said once that he was an atheist who saws miracles made by the folk.
In the video, there are a collage of images from the Candomblé and its gods.
Africans was brought to Brazil as slaves in 1600. They came with their faith.
Their religion is candomblé
These are some of their Gods (Orishas)
Ojúobá, yorubá language word that means the eyes of the king or the eyes of King Shango is a oye (African honorific title given to those who become high priests and dignitaries of the Shango cult in Africa and Candomblé in Brazil).
Xangô, King of Oyo (Africa) became a guia (spirit) His manifestation is thunder, thunderlighting. He is the son of Obatalá.
Obatalá = Warrior! The high spirit, good spirit below Orogum. Father of Xangô.
Oxum Is the youngest of Xango's wives. It is the spirit of sweet waters.
Iemanjá It is the Goddess of Sea. Wife of Oxalá. She drove Oxala crazy until he got sick of her complaints. She was tired of being slave. When he was sick, Iemanja did some teas that she invented with herbs and she cured Oxala. Today she is the spirit who helps ease the mind.
Iansã (the goddess of war) was wife of Ogum but chose Xango instead.
Obá Warrior. She fought with Ogum. Ogum won the fight and made love with her when she was tired of fighting. Later she chose Xango over Ogum.
You can see a good explanation about Candomble here. Not complete, but good.
As many here know, I live in Rio, but was born and raised in Bahia. Bahia is a state in northeastern Brazil, and is among the all 27 states the one which have a greater presence of Afro-brazilian heritage, either in the presence of culture, religious, etc..
Salvador, my hometown and capital city of Bahia, it is the second city in the world with afro inhabitants (Lagos from Nigeria is the first one). And Salvador, used to be famous because of its syncretism, an academic umbrella used to describe the symbiotic relationship between the christian (Catholic) religion and the candomble (pronounce Kan-Don-Bleh), the afro polytheistic religion which was brought to Brazil through the slaves. This syncretism used to be so powerful that Salvador which has 395 catholic temples, in many of those temples, the catholic saints images in fact are the represantations not of the real saints, but the Orixas, gods of the candomble religion.
But now, the stuffs in my country are very sad and dangerous. The neo-pentecostal moviment, a neo-born-christians movement are becaming more and more strong. And they are prejudice with the afro religion. They acuse the afro religion of devil worship. And many places of cults are destroying and suffering violence of all kind. The current mayor of Salvador is a neo-born christian who prefer to ignore the cry for help of the afro religion.
In this obscurency days. I remenber of the late writer Jorge Amado, he was born in Bahia as me. He was an atheist, but all the brazilian laws that protects the religious freedom was created by him when he was a congressman in 1950's. It is in honour to him, to one of the best man my country had, one of the best writers my country had, I will put this song made by Caetano Veloso, which was made in honor to Jorge Amado in the 80's. There is the lyrics in portuguese and a translation in english below the video. And that the gods put some sense in the mind of the people here:
[YOUTUBE]http://youtu.be/eiF7JcgLtxM[/YOUTUBE]
Milagres do povo
Folk Miracles!
by Caetano Veloso
Quem é ateu
Who is atheist
E viu milagres como eu
and saw miracles like I did
Sabe que os deuses sem Deus
knows that the Gods without God
Não cessam de brotar
don't stop sprouting,
Nem cansam de esperar
neither get tired of waiting.
E o coração que é soberano e que é senhor
And the heart that is sovereign and is the Lord
Não cabe na escravidão
doesn't fit in the slavery.
Não cabe no seu não
Doesn't fit in its NO.
Não cabe em si de tanto sim
Doesn't fit in itself of so much YES.
É pura dança e sexo e glória
It is pure dance, sex, and glory,
E paira para além da história
and stays hung beyond History.
Ojúobá ia lá e via
Ojúobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia
Xangô manda chamar
Xango ordered to call
Obatalá guia
The spiritt of Obatalá
Mamãe Oxum chora
Mother Oxum cries
Lágrimalegria
Tears of happiness
Pétala de Iemanjá
Petals of Iemanja
Iansã-Oiá ia
Iansã would go
Ojuobá ia lá e via
Ojuobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia (Bahia is a state in Brazil)
Obá
É no xaréu
It is in shoal
Que brilha a prata luz do céu
That shines the silver light from heaven
E o povo negro entendeu
The african brazilian people understood
Que o grande vencedor/ Se ergue além da dor
that the big winner raises himself beyond of pain,
Tudo chegou sobrevivente num navio
when all survived arrived in a ship.
Quem descobriu o Brasil/Foi o negro que viu/ A crueldade bem de frente e ainda produziu milagres/De fé no extremo Ocidente.
Who discovered Brasil/was the african brazilian who saw cruelty right in front their eyes,/ and still was able to make miracles of faith in the extreme occident.
Some notes about the song: This song was composed in homage to Jorge Amado. And the first verses make references to a famous speech made by Jorge Amado, who said once that he was an atheist who saws miracles made by the folk.
In the video, there are a collage of images from the Candomblé and its gods.
Africans was brought to Brazil as slaves in 1600. They came with their faith.
Their religion is candomblé
These are some of their Gods (Orishas)
Ojúobá, yorubá language word that means the eyes of the king or the eyes of King Shango is a oye (African honorific title given to those who become high priests and dignitaries of the Shango cult in Africa and Candomblé in Brazil).
Xangô, King of Oyo (Africa) became a guia (spirit) His manifestation is thunder, thunderlighting. He is the son of Obatalá.
Obatalá = Warrior! The high spirit, good spirit below Orogum. Father of Xangô.
Oxum Is the youngest of Xango's wives. It is the spirit of sweet waters.
Iemanjá It is the Goddess of Sea. Wife of Oxalá. She drove Oxala crazy until he got sick of her complaints. She was tired of being slave. When he was sick, Iemanja did some teas that she invented with herbs and she cured Oxala. Today she is the spirit who helps ease the mind.
Iansã (the goddess of war) was wife of Ogum but chose Xango instead.
Obá Warrior. She fought with Ogum. Ogum won the fight and made love with her when she was tired of fighting. Later she chose Xango over Ogum.
You can see a good explanation about Candomble here. Not complete, but good.
Salvador, my hometown and capital city of Bahia, it is the second city in the world with afro inhabitants (Lagos from Nigeria is the first one). And Salvador, used to be famous because of its syncretism, an academic umbrella used to describe the symbiotic relationship between the christian (Catholic) religion and the candomble (pronounce Kan-Don-Bleh), the afro polytheistic religion which was brought to Brazil through the slaves. This syncretism used to be so powerful that Salvador which has 395 catholic temples, in many of those temples, the catholic saints images in fact are the represantations not of the real saints, but the Orixas, gods of the candomble religion.
But now, the stuffs in my country are very sad and dangerous. The neo-pentecostal moviment, a neo-born-christians movement are becaming more and more strong. And they are prejudice with the afro religion. They acuse the afro religion of devil worship. And many places of cults are destroying and suffering violence of all kind. The current mayor of Salvador is a neo-born christian who prefer to ignore the cry for help of the afro religion.
In this obscurency days. I remenber of the late writer Jorge Amado, he was born in Bahia as me. He was an atheist, but all the brazilian laws that protects the religious freedom was created by him when he was a congressman in 1950's. It is in honour to him, to one of the best man my country had, one of the best writers my country had, I will put this song made by Caetano Veloso, which was made in honor to Jorge Amado in the 80's. There is the lyrics in portuguese and a translation in english below the video. And that the gods put some sense in the mind of the people here:
[YOUTUBE]http://youtu.be/eiF7JcgLtxM[/YOUTUBE]
Milagres do povo
Folk Miracles!
by Caetano Veloso
Quem é ateu
Who is atheist
E viu milagres como eu
and saw miracles like I did
Sabe que os deuses sem Deus
knows that the Gods without God
Não cessam de brotar
don't stop sprouting,
Nem cansam de esperar
neither get tired of waiting.
E o coração que é soberano e que é senhor
And the heart that is sovereign and is the Lord
Não cabe na escravidão
doesn't fit in the slavery.
Não cabe no seu não
Doesn't fit in its NO.
Não cabe em si de tanto sim
Doesn't fit in itself of so much YES.
É pura dança e sexo e glória
It is pure dance, sex, and glory,
E paira para além da história
and stays hung beyond History.
Ojúobá ia lá e via
Ojúobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia
Xangô manda chamar
Xango ordered to call
Obatalá guia
The spiritt of Obatalá
Mamãe Oxum chora
Mother Oxum cries
Lágrimalegria
Tears of happiness
Pétala de Iemanjá
Petals of Iemanja
Iansã-Oiá ia
Iansã would go
Ojuobá ia lá e via
Ojuobá would go there and would see
Ojuobahia
OjuoBahia (Bahia is a state in Brazil)
Obá
É no xaréu
It is in shoal
Que brilha a prata luz do céu
That shines the silver light from heaven
E o povo negro entendeu
The african brazilian people understood
Que o grande vencedor/ Se ergue além da dor
that the big winner raises himself beyond of pain,
Tudo chegou sobrevivente num navio
when all survived arrived in a ship.
Quem descobriu o Brasil/Foi o negro que viu/ A crueldade bem de frente e ainda produziu milagres/De fé no extremo Ocidente.
Who discovered Brasil/was the african brazilian who saw cruelty right in front their eyes,/ and still was able to make miracles of faith in the extreme occident.
Some notes about the song: This song was composed in homage to Jorge Amado. And the first verses make references to a famous speech made by Jorge Amado, who said once that he was an atheist who saws miracles made by the folk.
In the video, there are a collage of images from the Candomblé and its gods.
Africans was brought to Brazil as slaves in 1600. They came with their faith.
Their religion is candomblé
These are some of their Gods (Orishas)
Ojúobá, yorubá language word that means the eyes of the king or the eyes of King Shango is a oye (African honorific title given to those who become high priests and dignitaries of the Shango cult in Africa and Candomblé in Brazil).
Xangô, King of Oyo (Africa) became a guia (spirit) His manifestation is thunder, thunderlighting. He is the son of Obatalá.
Obatalá = Warrior! The high spirit, good spirit below Orogum. Father of Xangô.
Oxum Is the youngest of Xango's wives. It is the spirit of sweet waters.
Iemanjá It is the Goddess of Sea. Wife of Oxalá. She drove Oxala crazy until he got sick of her complaints. She was tired of being slave. When he was sick, Iemanja did some teas that she invented with herbs and she cured Oxala. Today she is the spirit who helps ease the mind.
Iansã (the goddess of war) was wife of Ogum but chose Xango instead.
Obá Warrior. She fought with Ogum. Ogum won the fight and made love with her when she was tired of fighting. Later she chose Xango over Ogum.
You can see a good explanation about Candomble here. Not complete, but good.
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