I learned later that his temperament had interested him very early on in the fate of native Indians, those from whom “the White Man had stolen their land”, as proclaimed one of Silvestre’s spiritual mentors, Orlando Villas Boas. A member of three siblings to whom Brazil owes the Xingu Indigenous Park’s creation, and who died in 2002. This loss left a great void in the firmament of Silvestre's personal pantheon of stars.

Following my meeting with him in Brasilia, and the knowledge and perception of his personality that resulted, I would add that if Silvestre Gorgulho took so much at heart the fate of Brazil's Native People, he did not do so only because of his inclination for the forces of the spirit, or only because of an intellectual fascination for the Brazil's First Nation and hence some pure ethnographic and documentary interest, but mainly because he has a heart and a soul. Heart and soul that speak so well for him, through the poems that he publishes.

Everything that Silvestre Gorgulho did to promote my work, the moments that we shared in Brasilia during my exhibition, after that I had the joy and the honour to meet him, confirmed to me that the man was a poet, an artist, and confirmed how much he loved artists and poets.
And his love for art and poetry made me understand why he had succumbed to the charms of a city that had been conceived, in its designers’ minds and in particular in that of its architect, as a miracle of mineral poetry and of art in its shapes and symbols.

So, it must be assumed that great minds often meet : God knows if that of Silvestre and that of Oscar Niemeyer must have been close, and must have found a symbiosis and correspondences between their mutual ideas –and their ideals. But also, they fed most likely on friendship. “Life is more important than architecture”. Famous words of the Master Architect. And I doubt his friend Silvestre would ever contradict him.