Decadence / Decadência

The bright colors on the walls still display how the place was vibrant and popular to dance, have a good company and have some drinks. Cars jammed the adjacent streets carrying couples conjuring moments of expected passion swarming in the large rooms full of lively music, laughs and continuous agitation. Love stories had new hope by a column protected from the light; sad stories also had their endings at corner tables.

The fame of the point was discussed in all circles, everybody wanted to be seen or wanted to brag about being there. It was a reference in the region.

Nobody knows how, its popularity was no longer beating and the hit was not to be there anymore. The downfall was quick and without a recovery.

Today, parking spots are available any time and the admission fee is no longer required. No more music, no more laughs. Survived the stories lived in the hearts of the nostalgic couples…


As cores ainda vivas ainda parecem lembrar que o local era popular entre os boêmios, sinônimo de boa companhia, dança, música e bebida. Os carros entupiam as ruas adjacentes, trazendo casais que conjuravam momentos de ansiada paixão, à medida que invadiam os salões ao som de hits mais recentes, dos risos e agitação que precede grandes emoções. Esperanças de amor se deram junto à uma coluna protegida da luz; decepções tiveram seu desfecho numa mesa de canto.

Sua fama era comentada em todos círculos, todos queriam ser vistos lá ou queriam contar vantagens do que lá fizeram ou, pelo menos, do que lá haviam presenciado. Era o centro dos acontecimentos da região.

Ninguém sabe, no entanto, quando sua popularidade começou a desaparecer ou quando parou de atrair os olhares. A queda foi rápida e sem recuperação.

Hoje, encontra-se lugar para estacionar a qualquer hora e já não é mais exigida a compra de ingressos para entrar. Acabou-se a música, acabaram-se os risos. Sobraram, apenas, as histórias vividas nos corações dos mais nostálgicos casais…

Celso Bressan

10Comments
  • czesia/ 07.03.2017Reply

    Love the story and the textures.

  • Sébastien/ 07.03.2017Reply

    How come we are so attracted to ruins and abandoned places ? Fascinating !
    By the way you highlight colors and sharpness in these pictures, you bring these Frankenstein places back to life. Congratulations !

    • Bressan/ 07.03.2017Reply

      Thank you, Sébastien! I really love investigating and documenting these places! Pity that around here there aren’t many and all of them out of reach by us.

  • Gina/ 07.03.2017Reply

    ¡Excelente, Celso!

  • Cajo/ 06.03.2017Reply

    …an intellectual and visual metaphor for our journey through life perhaps?

    • Bressan/ 07.03.2017Reply

      Maybe, Cajo! We all have the ascending line, the top of the life and then decrepitude. The secret is to extend the middle part as long as possible… Thanks!

  • Helena/ 06.03.2017Reply

    Thank you so much for sharing. Love the bones of the place. Life moves on. Our memories keep the dreams alive.

    • Bressan/ 07.03.2017Reply

      Thanks, Helena! Yes, Life moves on and we should move with it!

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