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Her music moves me. Her career has been stellar, starting with winning a Portuguese song contest when she was in her middle teens. Currently unavailable, I was fortunate to secure a set when it was first released. It is a beautiful collection of her mid-career work. I was stunned to see both her birth and her death date were listed.

There must have been a mistake. Sara Tavares was only 45 years-old.

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But it was true. A brain aneurysm had laid her low. I knew she had been ill but had not realized how ill. An underwater shot featuring people from the island nation of Fiji. Dealing with climate change. Go here to view the images and article:. What is there to say I am a faded away taste On the lips of joy, the moment Of brief but unforgettable exhilaration lovers know When they carnally come together The rainbow memory that disappears but Is always there, coloring each emerging emotion Of the inextinguishable love humans can have For each other, for rewarding toil In the fields of our lives as we cry Joy tears that announce both our arrivals And departures, we are an ancient future A dying albeit recurring eternal moment of fecundity That will always blossom regardless Of the ashy finality of death.

Let our laughters echo Throughout the centuries of non-existence There is no need for pity, although we never last We are always here Wine on the breadth of every final gasp, Every grave in reality, just another beautiful Plot of resurrection, an eternal Hello and goodbye! Centuries ago—just look at a map and you will see how close Brazil is to the west coast of Africa—millions of our people were forcefully imported, whipped actually, and transported into the so-called new world.

At the beginning of the 21st century, a female singer who proudly draws on her heritage offers a forward vision of what the confluence of culture and politics can mean.