Behind all history, all prose
There is a thread, a fiber, a filament, a string
There is the thread, a leads the mark where it is cut,
The stream that aligns all the threads
of cotton, viscose or polyester.
The thread becomes a peace and weaveing takes place
in the transport taking products to the store.
The stream that aligns all the fashion threads...
In this cultivated country
In this produced country
In this stitched country
In this consumed country
And wasted...
If left aside
Will end in the trash
Instead of recycled
And wasted...
If super-produced,
Goes straight from inventory
To the garbade can.
Behind every story, of every fashion style
there is the family seamstress.
And the blogger with the look of the day,
that looks more like look of the hour.
That in Brazil the fashion is vogue
And the word vogue is fashion
In this cultivated country
In this produced country
In this stitched country
In this consumed country
The world is rounded
The pact is circular
The environment appreciates
And future generations
will be able to walk…
…in this preserved country
In this known country
For being a tuned country
And yet a productive country.