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As soon as I get back, we'll begin our lives together.

It won't take long.

You don't have to go.

It's only a few days. I'll be back soon

I'm scared.

Why scared?

It's the same as always, cross the cattle through the river...

How hard is that? I've done it so many times.

Why scared? I'll be back soon my Belle.

I know. It's just me.

Who is there?

Who is there?

Who are you?

Who are you?

C'mon, speak!

Help me. Please, help me.

Help me.

They said they'd come back. Please take me out of here.

Who is coming back?

Them. The men.

They drag me out of my house.

They looted everything.

They took all they could grab.

They lugged me with them.

There was no one at home, but me.

They beat me.

Help me, please.

Three men.

They ripped me.

Oh God! I'm so ashamed.

They used me in so many ways.

They hurt me.

I can hardly stand.

Hurts.

Please.

They are coming back! They are coming back.

How did you end up here?

I escaped.

I screamed so loud.

Nobody heard me.

I howled like a wolf. Nobody heard me.

They were drunk, so I ran.

They came after me, but were drunk.

Please help me.

Get me out of here.

Easy.

Come with me.

Come.

I'll be right back.

Found her shivering in the woods last night.

Who is the gal?

Didn't say.

How did you find her? Like that, at night?

I went for a walk and heard a weird noise.

First, I thought It was a trapped anteater,

Then I realized it was a woman's voice.

What's in your mind? Wandering alone at night.

The I pointed the lamp, and there she was.

Shrunk on the ground.

She looked like a stray dog.

Crying, shivering...

She said she was attacked by men.

What men?

Don't know.

But she looked horrible.

She could barely walk, I had to carry her.

What could I do, dad?

Leave her there? Poor thing.

It's ok if she rests here.

She seems dead.

Have a nice day, dad.

And the gal?

Still sleeping.

Let her sleep. She's exhausted.

Must be.

I'll take her some soup later.

If there's any left.

I brought soup for you.

Geraldine. My name is Geraldine.

Christabel.

Christabel.

Beautiful.

Beautiful name.

Thank you.

You were lucky.

If I hadn't gone out at night I wouldn't have found you.

Why?

Why What?

Why wander at night, if not to find me?

I couldn't sleep.

I dreamed about my fiancé.

I was saying goodbye to him.

He left to cross the cattle through the Araguaia river.

I had this weird feeling and it was hot as hell.

So, I went out for a walk.

Then, lucky me.

Luck...

Or God's wish.

You can stay till you feel better.

If you want.

About time!

Spent the night talking to her.

Cute birds that hang out with bats

Must learn how to sleep upside down.

Sorry, dad...

Your mother would never let me cook eggs for her.

She'd be up before the rooster.

What do you use in your hair?

It doesn't feel unwashed.

We'll do something about those nails.

And a clean dress.

I don't know where you come from,

but here we do nothing but work hard...

and drink when there's some.

No different where I came from.

So, what place is that?

All I know is that my daughter picked you up from the woods.

What a nice gal like you

Was doing in the woods?

She already told you, Sir...

I like the sound of you calling me Sir,

but you can call me Leonel.

I am Tão's daughter.

What Tão?

Tão?

Tão from the hills?

Tão's daughter.

I've known your father for a long time.

Actually, there's been silence between us.

Tão.

When I met Tão,

We were just barefoot kids,

going to the school only for the meals.

Later, I had to drop it to give dad a hand at work.

Same thing with Tão, you know.

So, the farm lord, our father's boss had a daughter,

like us. Same age.

She was such a pretty girl. A princess.

I was so in love with her.

She was brighter than anything. My eyes were owned by her.

Imagine me?

I had no chances with her.

The boss's daughter.

Think she'd want anything with me?

We were kids, but I had some life experience already.

Had my hands on a hoe early.

Life's been always hard work.

But I told everything to Tão.

I told your father, I was crazy about the girl

and my dream was to hold her soft hand

and walk around the fields.

It's true.

Imagine, my battered hand

holding her smooth hand.

So smooth.

I only felt that way again when I met Maria.

My deceased spouse.

God bless her soul.

Anyway, I told all of that to Tão.

He would say.

He would say that we're not fit for her.

He was right. He was right.

One day, I finished work early

and decided to go fishing.

Tão and I knew a perfect spot at the lake.

We'd get home with a basket full of fish.

Dad would ask us: Hey boys, where did you catch all that?

We wouldn't say.

I mean, we'd say but not, reveal our secret spot.

So, on that day, I went there alone.

When I got there, I heard voices, chuckles.

I thought to myself: Nobody knows this spot but me and Tão.

Unless he told someone about it.

cause I didn't.

So I got closer.

What's going on my lake?

That's when I saw.

There was him.

Tão and the boss's daughter.

Kissing.

I told him I was madly in love with her

but he was there, hiding and kissing her.

I went mad.

I jumped over him. We fought.

The girl fell in the lake. When she returned home all wet

she had to tell her father what happened.

So, because of that

Tão's family was fired.

Yes, your family.

I was left with guilt.

Afterall, I was the one to blame.

So, I haven't seen him since then.

We'd run at each other at the city,

in the market, he'd send me a skewed look,

and walk away.

And that's how life went about.

I haven't seen Tão for a long time. It seems forever.

Now you see how life works in strange ways.

After all these years,

suddenly, Tão's daughter finds her way to my home.

And I had no idea that

Tão has such a pretty daughter.

What's wrong with you?

C'mon, what's in your empty head?

Leave me alone, I'm working.

Ain't you ashamed?

What are you talking about?

About last night.

I'm talking about, your shameless manners.

Your audacity. What's wrong with you?

I drank a bit, that's all.

Don't blame the buzz, that's not you.

Watch how you talk to...

A woman shows up here, you get all cocky...

Watch how you talk to your father!

What's the matter here, Christabel?

Can't you see I'm alive? Are you digging my pit already?

There's blood pumping in my veins.

My heart still beats strong. My eyes still shine...

Respect mom's memory!

Wash that mouth before speaking of the mother you never met!

You know why, so many times, I've told you.

Disgrace of my life!

I take care of my life. Don't stick your nose in it!

Get out!

Boring...

Give me back.

Boring, boring...

Just give me back.

Boring, boring, boring...

Give me back!

Boring, boring, boring...

Here, my angel.

Applause to the Creator!

What a masterpiece!

Amém.

He listens.

How about the Devil?

Does he listen too?

Hey! Anybody down there?

Stop it...

I don't believe in anything.

No God, nor Devil, not even men.

What about women?

I believe in this.

But even this is dying.

The Cerrado is dying.

Look. This lake is drying up.

You could see the beauty of life everywhere before.

A plant would grow,

an Ipê tree would flower in midst of this drying land

and I'd think: Life won't give up.

Now, these are its remaining days.

Land dying slowly.

Have you ever been married?

I said I don't trust men.

Sure.

But, you never had a suitor?

They all died by the seashore.

But don't you think about it, have children?

I dream about it.

Dreams are only to keep you sleeping.

What if I wake up in the middle of a dream?

Those are not dreams.

They are nightmares.

So, you're taking the cattle through the Araguaia?

Where's your little bitch?

What little bitch?

Christabel, daughter of Leonel...

How do you know that?

She does this to you?

She knows how to feel ya?

-Christabel... -Quit that!

Christabel...

Christabel...

Forget it! Come here, you bitch!

Christabel...

Christabel...

Christabel...

You are too old.

You can't handle me.

Go seek for my father, go.

Make peace with Tão.

Tell him I'm here.

That you saved me.

-Seen my dad? -Nope.

Left these fish here...

I think he rushed on his horse wagon.

-Didn't say where to? -Nope.

-Do you have any idea where? -Don't know.

-Why didn't you go with him? -Where?

To where he went.

You want me to leave?

No.

But, why haven't you yet?

You look better, seem well.

Don't you want me to stay?

I can go, if that's what you wish.

-No. -No what?

I don't want you to go.

Have you realized how many no you've thrown?

That's the only word that comes out of your mouth.

Since the day you showed up...

That I brought you here...

It seems like I can't do things right anymore.

I wake up late, spend every night up.

Now my dad leaves me with this mess.

I can't do everything.

No, no, no, no...

So, if I leave, everything goes back to normal.

No.

Your father must be worried about you.

He knows I'm fine...

How do you know?

I just know.

That's not an answer.

Don't worry about me or my father.

I thought you wanted me here.

I do.

Who said you must do everything?

If I don't, who will?

You weren't born a slave. You are free.

It's not like that.

Free yourself, Christabel.

Easy for you to say. You don't wanna marry, have kids...

Yes, I wanna be free.

What kind a world do you live in?

Other world. You can live in my world too.

Christabel...

Be free.

I don't know.

Christabel.

Just say yes.

Yes, Christabel.

Yes.

Yes.

What is this foolishness about?

Don't you like music, Sir?

Sure, but are you gonna fool around me with this accordion?

Joyful music for your long ride, Sir.

I rather hear the wind.

It was a canary bird inside my little cage.

Owner of sweet songs that would make me cry.

A friendly bird that I wouldn't want to lose.

Singing with longing in its eyes, staring at me.

It fulfilled me with mercy as I heard the sound

from its throat, suffocating...

I gave the bird, freedom I thought it would like...

But the singing bird didn't feel much joy.

Seeing the cage door open, It hesitated and stop singing.

Suddenly, it flapped its wings and flew away.

Searching all over for its old mate.

Perhaps its loved one.

It searched and searched...

My little friendly bird, didn't find its loved one,

so, to my cage, it sadly returned.

I get it. You wander around the road

waiting for someone to pass by so, you can have your poetry show?

No, Sir. I'm actually selling my accordion.

Look what a beauty! This one knows a lot about life!

A friend for those happily or sadly hours.

Feeling sad, bored? There's the accordion.

Feeling great, happy?

Play a song!

Wanna buy it?

Why would I buy such a thing?

To play. Or else

If you like, you can place it in the living room,

like a piece of art.

When your guests arrive, they see a wonderful accordion.

Sell it to musicians!

You know how to play?

No.

You can always learn.

Not interested.

I could teach you.

Listen Sir, you're not from here, isn't it?

How do you know?

Because if you were, you'd knew you can't sell a thing

in this empty road.

But, I like your prose.

Tell you what, let me give you a ride.

Well, my good friend!

I appreciate it.

God bless you.

So, where do you come from?

A cursed blacksmith.

Oh God!

I heard it when I was young soul in the backwoods.

There's either much rain, or no rain at all.

There's either much wealth, or no wealth at all.

In the backwoods, the cattle die when the land is dry.

At the coast, the ocean provides fortunes to the seashore men.

And by the mountains, there's beaty and peace.

There's much contrast in my land where men battle

to triumph over destiny that cause them sufferings.

All that just to say you came from far to sell accordion.

No, Sir, but now I'm gonna tell you

How I'll get rich.

Right.

With the accordion's money, I'll buy an egg.

A chick hatches out of the egg,

and grows to be a chicken.

The chicken lay a dozen eggs.

Dozen chicks are born,

And grow to be dozen chicken.

Then I trade the chicken for a piglet.

The piglet grows and have a dozen little pigs.

After they grow,

I trade the pigs for a calf.

The calf becomes a cow, the cow has a calf,

That will become a cow that will have another

-Calf? -Another calf!

Cows, calves, cows, calves...

After 25 years, I'll have about 900 cows.

I'm rich! Wanna be my partner?

Just throw it like that.

See?

Look.

They are starving.

Poor things.

I couldn't get up earlier.

Those who join the sty, must learn how to eat offal.

That's right.

My daughter likes that kind a prose.

What's her name?

Christabel.

Christabel?

I had a dream about a Christabel.

Foolishness.

In my dream, I walked on a green land, in silence.

Green grass and loaded trees.

Then I saw a dove.

A white dove, that we all love.

And the dove was called Christabel.

Same as your daughter.

I saw that bird struggling on the grass, emitting an eerie sound

When I saw it,

I asked myself: "What could be hurting that fragile dove?"

I couldn't see anything around her,

But the shinning green, the fallen leaves and trees.

And in my dream, I began to pursue the meaning of that,

and the cause of sweet Christabel's pain.

When I looked closer, I understood.

A bright green serpent was squeezing the poor dove.

The more the bird fought to get out,

The more the serpent squeezed it.

What about those men?

What men?

What now?

Now I become death, the destroyer of worlds.

Bullshit! My daughter is at home, she is fine.

Alone?

She is with Geraldine, Tão's daughter.

-That's why I'm on this road... -Tão from the hills?

-That's him. -Tão have no daughter.

Tão have no daughter, Sir.

Father does not arrive...

He doesn't care.

I'm used to it. Since I was little.

I didn't get to know mom.

She died on my birth.

Must be really confusing.

The joy of your daughter's birth and the tragedy of your wife's death.

I can't imagine how he felt.

It's not fair for me to carry this guilt.

Do you think it's fair?

A child that has nothing to do with God's decisions...

To carry all this guilt on the shoulders?

Not fair.

I wish I met mom.

Who wouldn't?

He won't understand. Not a chance.

My whole life, I've done everything to redeem myself.

But redeem for what?

All this pressure...

God took his wife,

But gave him a daughter.

Not sure if he gets that.

I pray daily for that.

Christabel, you can't stay here forever

waiting for your father's pardon.

There's nothing to be forgiven.

Don't ruin your life here in this end of the world,

this middle of nowhere.

Release yourself from your prayers.

If there's a crime here, he committed it.

Not you.

I told you before.

Live your own life.

You are always waiting for others, depending on others.

Are you gonna keep cooking eggs,

sweeping the floor, washing clothes...

How long you gonna wait for your man to come back?

I bet it was your father who arranged it.

I like him.

"Like him"?

One who likes, Likes anything.

Likes a flower, honey, rain.

For an unhappy life,

Just like him.

If there's no passion...

What do you know about passion?

Passion is like a sudden death.

You can't foresee it, when it hits toy.

In both cases, it invites you to heaven or hell.

Geez!

He will come back.

What if he doesn't?

Neither him, nor your father?

Are you gonna lament forever?

To find a true life, Christabel,

you need to transgress.

Christabel is the dove. The other is the serpent.

And Tão's daughter?

Tão have no daughter, Sir.

Get out. I'm going back for my daughter!

What kinda joke is that?

You didn't get it?

That way or this way, is the same thing.

The sun refuses to go down. It's always daylight.

The moon won't shine in the sky.

There's no end of time.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends.

You still don't get it.

I know some day I'll die. Everyone will.

Children, elderly and youth.

The garden flowers.

All seeking new horizons.

They can't stand the monotony of the repeating sun,

or the desire for the moon, that lingers to emerge.

Little sparrow from nowhere land,

die exactly like the birds from Jerusalem or Santarem.

Some die in pain or agony.

Others die singing like a skylark.

We all die anyway.

And I'll die, I know, some day.

But I won't die of pain nor agonizing.

I'll die simply because I sing life

and live my fantasy.

Oh God, who made me so vibrant and delighted.

Spouting adrenaline in my blood.

I know I thrill in the wonders of nothing.

I know I'll die someday, Oh God.

Not of agony, nor pain.

But simply, my God,

I'll die of joy and love.

What a tasty wine.

It's called Ox Blood.

My dad's.

He won't mind.

What?

Crazy you.

My fiancé...

The world is a better place

when we break a man just because we can.

This is wrong.

What is wrong now, soon will be right.

I'm not like you.

Don't be afraid to be.

If you let me, I'll untie your sensuality.

This is madness.

You are so beautiful.

Christabel!

Christabel...

Christabel...

Christabel...

Christabel!

Christabel!

Christabel!