Bob Dylan won a Nobel Prize before any Brazilian did

We have no Nobel because people were biased against Brazil.
Here some brazilians who should have won it

>Carlos Chagas
He discovered the causes of the Chagas Disease and identified its whole cycle in the human body, he did that in the 10’s, it was a remarkable research and that gave him 4 nominations to the Nobel. In 1921 he should have won the award, but the academy decided not to give it to a Brazilian. It was already a great award and the academy didn’t want to link the image of the prize to a third worlder

>César Lattes
Probably the greatest proof of the Nobel committee hate against Brazilians. He discovered the Méson Pi, a subatomical particle, but they prefered to give to Cecil Powell, a british who played a secondary work in the research, but was born in a ‘good country’.

>Mario Schenberg
Another great physicist who developed a great idea in his field (Processo Urca) and worked with Enrico Fermi, an Italian physicist. Guess who won the prize?

>Vital Brasil
He was a biomedical scientist and discovered the polyvalent anti-ophidic serum used to treat bites of venomous snakes. His work is used until today to save lives, but well… He is Brazilian

>Sergio Ferreira and Maurício Rocha
Both physicians. Maurício discovered the ‘bradicinin’, a substance used to control the arterial pressure. Sergio used it to create medicaments, but the Nobel prize committee decided to give the award to John Vane, a british who played a secondary role in the research.

>Otto Gottlieb
He was a chemist who invented a way to measure the biodiversity of a region.

>Alberto Santos Dumont
The creator of the airplane

>Alysson Paulinelli
He modernized agronomy worldwide, he turned the poor Cerrado land in BR into an fertile land, before him we used to import food, after him we became one of the top food exporters, in 2006 he won the World Food Prize which is the equivalent of the Nobel for food issues, in 2021 he was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.

Bob Dylan once needed to have five gerbils vacuumed out of his asshole.

I was young when I left home
But I been out a-ramblin’ ‘round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
And I never wrote a letter to my home

It was just the other day
I was bringing back my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know
He said, your mother’s dead and gone
Baby sister’s gone all wrong
And your daddy needs you home right away

Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
Well I can’t go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
I can’t go home this way

When I played on the track,
Ma would come and whoop me back
On them trestles down by old Jim McKay’s
Used to tell Ma sometimes
When I see them riding blinds
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord in the wind
Make me a home out in the wind

I don’t like it in the wind
Wanna go back home again
But I can’t go home this way
This way, Lord Lord Lord
I can’t go home this way

When I pay the debt I owe
To the commissary store
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Go home, Lord Lord Lord
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home

If you miss the train I’m on
Count the days I’m gone
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, Lord, Lord, Lord.
You’ll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

I was young when I left home
And I been out rambling ‘round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord Lord Lord
And I never wrote a letter to my home

Nobels are a meme, both Oswaldo Cruz, Carlos Chagas and Adolfo Lutz deserved it.

When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez and it’s Eastertime too
And your gravity fails, and negativity don’t pull you through
Don’t put on any airs when you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there, and they really make a mess outta you

Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot
I don’t have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor, won’t even say what it is I’ve got

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English, and she invites you up into her room
And you’re so kind, and careful not to go to her too soon
But she takes your voice, and leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill, it’s either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other, though neither are what they claim
If you’re lookin’ to get silly, you best go back where you came
Because the cops don’t need you, and man they expect the same

Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first, but left looking like a ghost

I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they’d stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was nobody even left to bluff
I’m going back to New York City, I believe I’ve had enough

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Everybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately, I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl

Queen Mary, she’s my friend
Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can’t be blessed
Till she finally sees that she’s like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl

It was raining from the first, and I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts, but what’s worse
Is this pain in here—
I can’t stay in here—
Ain’t it clear—
That I—
Just can’t fit
Yes I believe
It’s time for us to quit
When we meet again, introduced as friends
Please don’t let on that you knew me when
I was hungry, and it was your world

Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break, just like a little girl

We created the aeroplane but no one supports us because of the eternal burger

Underrated

Well a jew got too high
And he came to me naturally
He stole my nobel
And he wanted to steal me

Why would a coffee with milk win a nobel?

Down the street the dogs are barking,
And the day is getting dark
As the night comes in falling,
The dogs will lose their bark
And the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind
For I’m one too many mornings,
And a thousand miles behind

From the crossroads of my doorstep,
My eyes they start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room,
Where my love and I have laid
And I gaze back to the street,
The sidewalk, and the sign,
And I’m one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

It’s a restless hungry feeling
That don’t do no one good
When everything I’m saying,
You can say just as good.
You’re right from your side,
And I’m right from mine
We’re both just one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

>Barack Bin Obongo
I will never understand why literal war criminals win a nobel *peace* prize... I'm sorry Brazilbros...

Far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flared
And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Through the wild cathedral'd evening, the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations

Starry-eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours, for they hung suspended
As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the deaf and blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother,
The mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased and cheated by pursuit
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse
And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing