Brasa na Linha / by AK47

[English]

KRLN, an old-time colleague, decided to gather some of the old "writers" of the small town where we grew up. By a noble reason, called for a meeting in a classic spot, the "Train Track".

A lot of people said they were going to participate.
On the "D" day many were not there.
Some local artists attended.
Also appeared people from other cities.
Some old school guys.
Some retired writers.
Presence of the "new school" too.
People who does not paint.
Curious crossing the event all the time.
Fire in barbecue.
Smoke factory.
It was a day for Graffiti to few people ... and a day for talking to others.

Deep blue sky Sunday.
Sun frying our heads.
Good music on the headphones.

Years and years pass but the "Train Track" does not lose the glamour.
Beautiful place so ugly.
Wasted.
Traditional.
Classic.
Walls that peel and go back every season.

Very important to be there and see old figures that played a role in the past scene.
Opportunity to reaffirm the commitment to the Graffiti Movement.
Chance to put "respect for the collective" before personal issues.
Good time to talk some shit and laugh at the shit that buddies talk, haha.

The result of that meeting on the walls can be seen below.
Photos of all pieces in order they were painted:

[Português]

KRLN, parceiro de velha data, resolveu reunir alguns dos antigos "writers" da pequena cidade onde crescemos. Por motivo mais do que nobre, convocou um mutirão num pico clássico da cena, a Linha do Trem.

Muita gente disse que ia participar.

No dia "D" muitos não estavam lá.
Compareceram alguns locais.
Apareceu também gente de fora.
Visita de grafiteiros da "velha guarda".
Outros já aposentados.
Presença de manos da "nova escola".
Gente que não pinta.
Curiosos cortavam o evento.
Fogo na churrasqueira.
Fumaceira.
Dia de Graffiti pra uns ... de papo pra outros.

Domingueira de céu azulzíssimo.
Sol fervendo na cachola.
Música boa na orelha.

Anos e anos se passam mas a Linha do Trem não perde a pompa.
Lugar lindo de tão feio.
Largado.
Tradicional.
Clássico.
Paredes que se descascam e se remontam a cada estação.

Importante estar presente e rever velhas figuras que mal ou bem tiveram seu papel.
Oportunidade de reafirmar o compromisso com a cena.
Chance de colocar o "respeito pelo coletivo" na frente do resto.
Hora boa pra falar umas merdas e rir das merdas que os parceiros falam, haha.

(Pictures by Karol Agante and AK47. Text by AK47. A special shout out to the writer KRLN, for proposing this meeting ... and also a shout out to his little girl, that will born in a few. Keep up.)