Raula | TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGO

She Was Born A Thousand Years Ago

Before the first word was ever carved into clay, Raula was already walking. She remembers the chill of the caves and the first fire that didn't fall from the sky, but was born from human hands. This image captures the essence of her origin: a beauty that never ages, bearing a wisdom that predates civilization itself.

She drank in the taverns of Babylon and watched the marble of Rome be stained red. Raula doesn’t read history; she lived it. Here, her amber eyes reflect the irony of one who watched empires fall while she simply changed her tunic and moved on, carrying her viola as her only inheritance.

"I was born

Ten thousand years ago

And there is nothing in this world

That I don't know all too well"

From Moses at the Red Sea to Padre Cícero in the Brazilian backlands, Raula witnessed humanity seeking the divine while getting lost in the carnal. This part shows her connection to mysticism and religions, which she views with a provocative smile, knowing that faith is just the name mortals give to hope.

"I saw Christ be crucified

Love be born and then murdered

I saw the witches burning at the stake

To pay for all their sins"

Music is her universal language. With her worn wooden viola, she transforms massacres into ballads and lost loves into hymns. The image highlights her bohemian soul: a wanderer who prefers the open air of a veranda to the luxury of palaces, exchanging ancestral secrets for a coin or a sip of wine.

"I saw Moses cross the Red Sea

I saw Muhammad fall to his knees upon the earth

I saw Peter deny Christ three times

Before the mirror"

Even surrounded by neon lights and skyscrapers, Raula remains unchanged. She observes modern haste with an amused boredom, capable of winning video game tournaments or debunking museums with the same ease, proving that, to her, technology is just a new toy for an ancient soul.

"I saw the blood that flowed from the mountain

When Hitler called all of Germany

I saw the soldier who dreamed of his beloved

In a field bed"

Raula has always had a seat at the table with the outcasts. From runaway slave settlements to dark alleys, she protects the memory of those history tried to erase. This image reveals her more hu