Who
once
told
me
with
much
tenderness
about
Cândido
Portinari,
was
my
friend
Henrique
Tondinelli
Filho,
companion
neighbor
and
partner
in
passion
for
painting.
My
opposite
by
birthplace…me
from
the
north
and
he,
from
the
south,
me
from
São
João,
he
from
São
Sebastião
do
Paraíso.
Tondinelli
and
I
have
been
fraternally
admirers
of
philosophy
and
art,
and
it
was
like
this,
and
for
this,
that
my
friend
Tondinelli,
even
at
a
distance,
served
me
as
cicerone
on
one
of
my
trips
to
the
interior
of
São
Paulo
state,
in
passing
to
a
vacation
to
Rio
Grande
do
Sul
state.
What
a
beautiful
journey,
initiated
by
visiting
the
Furnas
Dam,
the
cities
of
Passos
and
São
Sebastião,
still
in
Minas
Gerais.
After
passing
the
state
line,
not
very
far,
there
were
two
small,
marvelous
cities,
The
very
clean
and
romantic
Batatais
and
Brodósqui,
lands
of
agriculture
and
love
of
the
great
Portinari.
In
both,
are
apparent
the
signs
of
dedication
of
one
of
the
greatest
geniuses
of
Brazilian
painting.
In
Batatatais,
in
the
church
of
the
Matriz,
a
great
part
of
his
religious
art
is
there;
in
Brodósqui,
his
homeland,
the
museum
Portinari
and
all
the
mistica
of
admiration
for
the
existence
and
work
of
it’s
illustrious
son.
In
Brodósqui,
everything
is
Portinari.
Everything!
A
mixture
of
enchantment
and
color,
life
shared
and
moved
by
life,
by
the
absence
feelings
of
love,
legitimate
translation
of
eternal
tones
of
a
blue,
a
very
pure
blue,
color
of
love
and
the
recognition
of
the
master.
