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...Orpheus; of a lung ailment; in Rio de Janeiro. Moraes served in Brazil's diplomatic corps until the country's puritanical military bosses fired him for his "vagabond" ways, which included nine marriages. In his later years he was a fixture at Rio's all-night cafés and clubs, where he sang for his supper the bossa nova and samba tunes he helped to make world-famous...
Every radio, it seemed, was tuned to the same station. In cafés and shops from Bilbao to Barcelona last week, Spanards listened intently to a heated parlamentary discussion broadcast live from the Cortes. The debate concerned the faltering policies of Conservative Premier Adolfo Suárez. More significantly, for the first time since Generalissimo Francisco Franco's "40 years of silence" came to an end, Spain was experiencing a vigorous public debate by its politicians-and the country reveled...
Gastón Rodriguez, who runs a small body and fender business in West New York, last month helped organize the Cuban-Peru Crusade, which raised $120,000 in a few days. The crusade's headquarters in the El Bohio Café on Bergenline Avenue is jammed with refugees, who get $50 and all the food and clothes they need. Volunteers take pledges over the phone for jobs, supplies and lodging. One merchant sends over a rack of new clothing, another offers jobs. "The reaction has been overwhelming," says Rodriguez. "We are taking care of these refugees. The Federal...
...cubists in Paris. Because of World War I, Miró could not get to Paris himself until 1919. By then he was 26 and a determined individualist: he remained very much the hedgehog (who knew one big thing) amidst the gabbling foxes (who knew many things) of Paris' cafés. He returned to Spain to paint The Farm, 1921-22, which proved he was not too intimidated by his Paris experience: though it had the cubists' flat composition, it was detailed with the intimate knowledge only a farm boyhood could achieve. Ernest Hemingway, who bought the painting...
...atmosphere of the city fluctuates between acute tension and chronic fear. In the tea houses all heads lift from sipped cups when anyone enters. A slammed door, an auto exhaust backfiring, the passing of a military vehicle, a ringing phone, the clumsy crash of trays or pots in a café -any of these sounds turns eyes nervously, stops conversations. People do not loiter in the streets, except at bus stops and around food stores...