<br><br><div data-v-232111b4="" data-v-dc2c9b23=""><!----><p class="bullet mt-0" data-v-232111b4="">Here, he refers to the three Americas, a continent that occupies two entire hemispheres. The place was invaded more than 500 years ago and our colonizers placed their habits in the places they dominated, after exterminating the natives. This includes forcing those who are left to adopt the language and erase their own history. 500-odd years ago, there was no one in America who spoke English, Spanish or Portuguese.</p><p class="bullet" data-v-232111b4="">I already told here about the day that two American soldiers were very impressed with the fact that Brazil was in Latin America. They didn't speak a second language and, in order to communicate, I had to use English. Bunny stays for 15 minutes in the center of the world, with all the cameras pointed at him and does not use English at almost any moment - except when he decides to ask for blessings for America, citing each of the countries that make up the continent. God Bless America, in this speech, includes the USA, but does not segregate anyone.</p><p class="bullet" data-v-232111b4="">In the show's appearance, names like Pedro Pascal and Karol G dance discreetly. Lady Gaga performs a version of "Die with a Smile" to the rhythm of salsa, and dances with the host. Ricky Martin, Bunny's fellow countryman, sings "Lo que le pasó a Hawaii", a lyric that refers to the American domination over small islands and the resistance of the country people. An entire stadium in California, a state that used to be a Mexican province, falls silent to listen.</p><p class="bullet" data-v-232111b4="">Here in Brazil, we identify with everything we see. From the twerking to the mixed-race look, it seems like we finally understand each other as Latinos. Is the Brazilian flag missing from the TV edition of the presentation? Yes. You could put a Wagner Moura or a Fernanda Torres in there, too. However, before reclaiming our classic parochialism, it is important to take advantage of the opportunity to recognize ourselves as Latino. All of us, one people.</p><!----><p class="bullet" data-v-232111b4="">It doesn't matter who invaded each of the lands from Ushuaia to Canada. What difference does it make what language we were taught to speak? We live on violated lands, on the blood of those who were already here. We pray in churches built for the wounded bodies of those brought from Africa. We have a confusing existence, marked by cultural seams and extreme violence. We are still hurt daily in the attempt to make the northern hemisphere invisible to everything that is further south on the globe and has darker skin than what is conventionally called standard. Standard? Bunny's corps de ballet is entirely non-white.</p><!----><p class="bullet" data-v-232111b4="">And so we understand each other as Latinos, under straw hats, drinking ice-cold coconut or slushies, eating a taco or street barbecue from carts of questionable hygiene. That is the essence of a people who, if separated, remain small and poor nations. But together we are strong. Big ones.</p><!----><!----></div>