Samba-Enredo 2026 - Carolina Maria de Jesus

(Carolina de Jesus)
(I’m Carolina Maria de Jesus, the one who beat hunger)
(Writing Brazil)

I am freedom, mother of Canindé

Change this story, Tijuca
Take the strength from my verse to win
Recognize your place and fight
This is our way of writing

Change this story, Tijuca
Take the strength from my verse to win
Recognize your place and fight
This is our way of writing

I am the daughter of this pain
Born from the depths of longing
Granddaughter of Preto Velho who taught me the mysteries
Bitita color, deep truth
My name is Carolina de Jesus
From him, I also inherited the cross
From him, I also inherited the cross

Look at me, I bear the scars
They forced me to survive
For being free in my words
They condemned my knowledge
I was the pen that didn’t reproduce
The fate of the black woman in Brazil

The eyes of hunger were mine
The justice of men is not greater than God’s
My room was a dump of agony
Words are weapons against tyranny
The eyes of hunger were mine
The justice of men is not greater than God’s
My room was a dump of agony
Words are weapons against tyranny

I dreamed on the pages of life
Illusions stifled by the oppressive system
That tries to erase our greatness
Silence the royalty that resists in us
From the salons of the bourgeoisie to the shacks of Borel
Where Carolinas are born, we will no longer be the defendants

For so many Marias who saw their children crucified
In the lines of life, verb in the wound, I left my legacy
My country was born with a woman’s name
I am freedom, mother of Canindé

Change this story, Tijuca
Take the strength from my verse to win
Recognize your place and fight
This is our way of writing

Change this story, Tijuca
Take the strength from my verse to win
Recognize your place and fight
This is our way of writing

I am the daughter of this pain
Born from the depths of longing
Granddaughter of Preto Velho who taught me the mysteries
Bitita color, deep truth
My name is Carolina de Jesus
From him, I also inherited the cross
From him, I also inherited the cross

Look at me, I bear the scars
They forced me to survive
For being free in my words
They condemned my knowledge
I was the pen that didn’t reproduce
The fate of the black woman in Brazil

The eyes of hunger were mine
The justice of men is not greater than God’s
My room was a dump of agony
Words are weapons against tyranny
The eyes of hunger were mine
The justice of men is not greater than God’s
My room was a dump of agony
Words are weapons against tyranny

I dreamed on the pages of life
Illusions stifled by the oppressive system
That tries to erase our greatness
Silence the royalty that resists in us
From the salons of the bourgeoisie to the shacks of Borel
Where Carolinas are born, we will no longer be the defendants

For so many Marias who saw their children crucified
In the lines of life, verb in the wound, I left my legacy
My country was born with a woman’s name
I am freedom, mother of Canindé

Change this story, Tijuca
Take the strength from my verse to win
Recognize your place and fight
This is our way of writing

Change this story, Tijuca
Take the strength from my verse to win
Recognize your place and fight
This is our way of writing

Change this story, Tijuca
Take the strength from my verse to win
Recognize your place and fight
This is our way of writing