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THE DARE

Where are we going?

I don't know. Wherever you want to go.

I think that today is not a good day for being together.

Why? The day is so nice.

It is not the day,

It is you.

You didn't make any comments about what you read.

And it seemed you had such a connection with people,

such attention.

I think you're exaggerating the effect of the revolution.

Sometimes it seems you're tired of me.

It's not that. My feelings for you are the same it's me. It's me who is different.

It's possible.

But not the way you think.

I feel I don't have any perspective.

Why?

What about the magazine and the book?

I was told that a newscaster with fifteen years of experience,

demanded his overdue payment and was fired.

He took his case to court,

but the radio said he was a subversive element

and that he was encouraging his colleagues to go on strike.

The colleagues were afraid of rebutting the radio

and the man ended up fired without any compensation.

That's absurd!

People think it's absurd at first, then they think it�s normal,

and finally it is the natural order of things.

But that's not possible!

It is the fear affecting everything and everybody.

Are you referring to me as well?

Are you sure you can come and live with me?

It's more and more difficult to try and have a new life.

Everything is so insecure,

that a tiny step can mean everything fails.

People are more and more concerned about their own safety.

Even if people know that this safety is fragile, a lie.

You talk as if you don't want to go on.

It's not that. It's the conditions.

I wouldn't know what to do myself.

It seems impossible to choose, to choose one thing.

"You know better than me that leaving your house, your husband,

your child, everything...

The problem is in us.

But I can't be at peace when I need war that much.

In the morning,

I go to see my flower.

The day is coming.

The cock cock-a-doodle-do.

In the morning, I go to see my flower.

In the morning, in the sunrise

I know nothing else, and in the morning

I go to see my love.

In the morning, I go to see my love

flower of the sunrise in the morning.

I see my flower.

"Your attention please,

Rio, the high commando of the revolution, which fights on the unconstitutional side,

has already prepared the list of political rights

in both federal and state..."

I don't understand you, Marcelo.

I feel you're giving too much importance to the political problem,

and you're not thinking about us.

I think you're trying to defend yourself from our feelings for me.

it's hard to explain.

It's independent from you and me.

I love you and I don't want to lose you, I would be an idiot if I did.

But if we love each other, it depends on us, nobody else.

On us, you're right.

I look at you and I want to kiss you,

but it's like you're not here anymore.

Why do you feel like this?

If I touch you, I feel something, but not what I want.

I don't understand you, love.

That's it. I just wanted to explain, to be clear.

To say everything I feel and think.

Is it my fault?

It is nobody's fault.

You don't want to communicate.

It's the only thing I want.

I want to understand you, love.

Talk to me, tell me everything.

We have to make an effort.

We all believed in the Brazilian revolutionary process

and I knew that sooner or later, we were going to live together,

we had similarities and the same ideas.

You also believed in that.

It was a collective, secure, nice idea.

I'm sorry, love, if I'm confused and mixing everything up

but our ideas and our love seemed the same thing. We were living.

So let's keep on living.

Now, more than ever,

we have to be together.

No. Now, I don't believe that people can be free,

that people can be on the same side.

But I am with you, now more than before.

But it's not enough for us to be together.

It's not only about us. we are just us.

It's impossible not to see the reality.

Reality exists, I know, and we can't escape from it.

We must not be afraid.

It's not fear, it's the certainty that nothing can be done to change this.

You can, love. Of course you can.

It's not possible that you have forgotten your ideas.

If they were acceptable before, they are much more necessary now.

If you go on like this, you can't do anything for anybody.

You are going to lose yourself,

and you'll lose me too.

But, the way I am, love, I can't bear the idea anymore

of your husband, your son.

I can't even bear your wealth, your sensitivity, your intelligence,

your bravery and your capacity for love.

Can't you see that you are using your strength to destroy everything?

I don't know how to talk to you, my love.

I'd rather say nothing.

But I can't.

I want to help you.

But I know I can't.

Nobody can.

Being with you was so good.

Feeling you calm down, next to me.

I also feel confused.

I think that everybody feels like this.

Suddenly everybody sees themselves alone,

face to face with their own troubles.

The biggest problems are those solved.

No. I don't think so and neither should you.

I know you.

You thought that things

were going to change radically.

Rationally it wasn't possible but I believed in it.

I really believed.

It's only natural you feel like this.

But you know there's a limit.

You can't continue in that struggle all the time.

I know.

Your job is not good for you.

At the magazine, I mean.

It's crazy, but it's not true.

I feel good at the magazine, in spite of everything.

And what about the book?

I've stopped for a bit, but Carlos is excited.

- How is he? - Working.

He's really nice.

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen

was the enthusiasm with which you discussed,

talked, planned...

You have reasons for being bored.

I think like you.

I am always talking about things that you can't tell anybody,

that don't interest anybody.

It would be worse if you kept it inside.

Tell me about you, Ada.

I want to know things about you.

I don't know.

Apart from you, I only feel good by his side.

He is so intelligent,

so humble,

you know the rest.

I can't bear this anymore.

I feel more and more like a stranger in Mario's life.

Only the chance of finding you,

makes me live without despair.

Completely.

What about the idea of the gallery?

It's not important.

Do you want to do something?

I want to do the same as you.

- Hello mum! - Hello.

Are you going out tonight?

No. Not today.

Don Mario called to remind you about the lunch at your friend's house.

He'll get here at eight.

It's ok.

THE REBELLION OF THE HOMELESS

MAURO BORGES IN THE "H" HOUR "MAURO IS LOST"

CONSPIRACY AGAINST BRAZILIAN CINEMA

THE WORLD WITHOUT KENNEDY "WHY DID WE LEAVE YOU JANGO?"

"80 MILLION OF HIROSHIMA" NORTHEAST: ORDER WITHOUT PROGRESS

WITHOUT CENSURE

What's your opinion?

It's not important.

What can I say?

Strike.

What happened?

I can't get out of the fight.

Nobody can.

Fuck the movement.

Today I wasn't thinking that people's feelings are changing.

People don't like the truth.

I always thought that in Brazil there is no place for...

It's looking ugly.

I am talking about Vietnam.

Sorry?

What happened?

They wanted to affect the book.

After the video, the cinema.

And strike.

Waiting here for half an hour, doing nothing.

Ideas begin to take shape.

Historical experience shows that literature and politics exist separately.

But even separately, they have the same destiny:

they are either free together or they are enslaved together.

There is no reason for despair.

Only in case of the defeat of Leibniz's optimism.

The spirit is not always green, but it survives.

And in these times we have to live by

the eleventh commandment: not to allow ourselves to be corrupted,

and not to be afraid.

- Otto Maria Carpeaux. - Very nice.

I don't want to be in a canoe with holes in it.

- Cesar was retained again. - Where?

During an interrogation.

This guy has had so many interrogations already.

More than three.

Awesome!

- Who's after him now? - I don't know.

It seems it's something to do with the Ministry.

They need a scapegoat.

That's it.

What about Lidia?

I saw her the other day, she is so beautiful!

We are protected from everything, from people...

We can't do a thing.

In the end, you'll see that everything is going to be better.

It is hard to live in these times.

But everybody is learning.

This is the moment of the conceptualization, mate.

That's what was missing!

We will be grateful for this time.

Nobody is patient.

Especially Renato,

he was the first to put a bullet in his head.

Be patient.

The patience thing is a famous speech.

Those are the ideas of these times.

That's the truth.

Unfortunately, impatience is romanticism.

- Now we have to sit on our hands and wait. - No!

Let's go to the book. There is only one thing.

I am still thinking about the subject.

I think that the subject can only be this.

So, do you accept my invitation?

Which one?

A lemonade.

No, we can't, we have to talk about something.

I still want to know what about.

I need to have a serious conversation with you.

He is dramatic, isn't he?

He's like that all the time.

I don't want to listen to stupid things.

This guy is an idiot.

He drinks a lot and he is becoming stupid.

Asshole!

He says he's been writing a poetry book for more than ten years.

What nonsense! No way!

What about us?

If you continue like this, you'll end up like him.

I don't think there is any problem.

If they want an urban subject.

It's not necessary to go out of Rio.

We would be with the privileged class.

The certainty of just taking pictures of the South area.

No, it's finished.

We've talked about everything we had to.

I'm not working because I can't believe this.

Do you think I am satisfied about the book?

That this is what I wanted to do now?

A book is a way, it's what we can do at this moment.

You are a writer,

I am a photographer.

That's what we'll always be!

No, you don't understand.

I don't feel good.

What happened, Marcelo?

You shouldn't be afraid.

It has nothing to do with that.

Well...

Yes, everything has to do with it.

Nobody can live well like this.

There is no possibility for things to change.

In such cases,

there are two sides.

This is our idea. Our side.

Our ideas, or our class.

Now you are not being very lucid.

Marcelo, it's your life.

The book thing was your idea.

If you want to solve some things first

and focus on the book later,

it's alright.

But I think,

that your delay in reacting

is not good for you.

The phase of Leibniz's optimism,

is really finished.

Now it's time for a more boring phase.

More difficult.

But it's the new phase.

- Crying doesn't solve anything. - Who is crying?

If you have a solution, an improvement, congratulations.

But to me, everything is still dark.

Completely.

We have to react.

If you analyze the mistakes of the past,

you will see things didn't change.

We went from euphoria to depression.

It is good to be deep in shit!

We have to keep on, mate!

Don't forget Jorge's daughter's wedding, on Friday.

What is on Friday?

Doce's wedding.

I think that from their point of view it would be better if you went alone.

Without me.

Why don't you want to go?

They're expecting you, not me.

And I am tired, I don't feel like going out.

Do you need moral support?

Who knows?

I forgot that you're against this wedding.

Did I say that to you?

You wanted her to marry into the Terrido family.

That's in the past.

Who says so?

Nobody.

Are you really tired?

Yes, I am.

Where are the afternoon newspapers?

I hadn't time to take a look at them.

I didn't see them, Mario.

Check in the hall.

Here it says that there are important taxes that will affect us.

Do you remember the talk we had about this?

No, I don't remember.

- Are you going to drink? - A little bit.

Just to be sleepy.

Ada, you're being strange, different.

Lately, I have had many worries and work.

You know things are difficult now.

But you are not supporting me

the way you should.

I've been noticing this indifference in you for a long time.

It's true I don't have time to talk to you,

but you are not very interested.

Maybe you are not sleeping well.

I know you're very busy,

with the house, the boy...

These things make anybody tired.

Maybe you need to go on a trip.

- What do you mean, Mario? - Nothing,

but you seem nervous.

Today at the party you seemed irritated.

I can't bear these people, this formalism.

I need intelligent people! People who live,

who have ideals

and do something.

I can't bear this anymore.

Conversations that go nowhere.

These empty people,

this selfishness,

this lack of love,

this falseness.

This is all so conventional,

so lifeless.

They all seem to be from a dead world.

Ada, I manage a factory

where 2,500 people work. It is not a dead world.

On the contrary,

this world is very much alive.

It is my world,

and it's yours too.

We have no time for digressions and literature.

I have responsibilities to meet and I meet them.

You also have responsibilities.

The factory is yours,

whether you like it or not.

It would be intolerable for you to ignore that.

It's not that, Mario. I admire your job,

but I...

Ada, I think that lately, you're being influenced a lot

by those left-wing friends of yours.

I have nothing against them.

Often, I can even relate to them.

Even more now.

But it is important that you understand something:

you can sympathize with them or talk to them.

But they are in their place

and we are in ours.

One moment, Ada. I haven't finished.

I think it's natural for you to have your interests.

You've always liked reading, going to conferences, expositions...

I think all this is fine.

If I had time, I would do the same.

But nothing...

must make you forget your obligations.

Lately I haven't been with you too much.

That's my fault,

but you must understand

that we have just come out of a crisis

that threatened to spoil everything in this country.

If our people weren't united, probably

you and I wouldn't be here today.

Now things are calmer and I will have more time.

I think we should go out more

and have more fun.

I work in the death,

I work in the centre

of our city.

I read all the morning and afternoon newspapers

to be informed of all the news.

I had forgotten this view.

Would you like a drink?

No.

What's going on?

I was trying to feel again

the same thing I felt when we met here the first time.

Now the house is so different,

it's empty.

We would go out more then.

Everything was so tidy back then,

as if the house was ours.

- I was so happy, love. - Why?

I was remembering

people had talked so much

and discovered so many things.

And suddenly...

that wasn't enough anymore.

I needed something more.

I wasn't brave enough to admit it.

And I thought that everything was just an illusion.

Until one day when we went to the cinema

and watched Vanina Vanini.

And you took my hand,

then suddenly,

the moment took me.

And it was then when I was more confused.

And after that day at the beach everything was so clear.

We came here.

I had never thought that I could be so happy.

That I could feel all these things.

The day after, I came back here and was sitting, thinking.

I knew that I was going to have that meeting with you.

I loved you so.

But I was afraid of having problems,

afraid of what could happen,

afraid of spoiling everything between us.

Even before I knew I was going to love you.

That's why I tried to fool myself,

saying that what I felt for you was just curiosity,

that it would happen only that once,

that I would be satisfied and I would calm down again.

But it was the beginning of everything.

It was so simple, so easy.

- I think this is the way, - Where to?

Give me your hand.

What is this place?

This was the guest house that was burnt.

A very popular guest house.

A place for poets.

- I'm looking for the burnt room. - Let's go!

Ada, look what I've just found!

Looks like it was here. This is the most destroyed room.

Like the boat that can't arrive without being shipwrecked.

Not because they hadn't anybody to guide them at sea,

or because they didn't have a sail, or anchor or wind.

Nor because they were drunk.

But simply because

the trunk of the tree it was made of was rotten.

Beautiful, Marcelo! What's this?

Eaten away boots, burst taps, corroded wings

with the eyes looking at those who left them alone

and forgotten along with other things:

divers, shells, wood and wrecks.

Birds' sorrows and pens' sorrows.

Very beautiful.

I know this,

believe me.

And the other poor things, poor sounds,

ended coitus, sad, repeated,

monotone, tired dramas.

Only visited by neglect,

only by fatigue in which those tired things,

become orphaned.

- I know! - Orpheus' invention!

Ada, sit down here.

Look at me.

Feel my presence as I am feeling yours.

We are here and we exist.

Only reality is important.

If we talk about the past we will be against the present.

This is the reality now.

You have to keep on living because it exists.

If not, we would be cowards.

We can't be ourselves.

Saying that is not that important, that it doesn't exist,

that we are exaggerating. This is real.

Yesterday I went to talk to Mario about us...

and I don't know...

Talking to him is difficult.

And I phoned you. I wanted to be with you.

I was out, I was helping Sergio at the Chilean Embassy

I know that I will get to talk to him.

You have to do something.

I am going to be with you,

You are going to write the book and denounce that.

What book, Ada? What can a book do?

You are able and more so now.

I have nothing to say about myself. The idea of the book was a lie, an escape.

I wanted to alienate myself to close my eyes to what's happening.

No Marcelo, no.

The truth was always against the society.

One way or the other this is fear of reality.

And what about us?

I think that you'll never understand what I feel.

Because I think that nobody has the right to be happy.

When I see this misery, this unfairness.

I understand and I feel the same,

that's why I want to be with you.

I am going to talk to Mario. I want to be with you.

If you are like this with me...

So what if you talked to your husband!

Marcelo...

things happened.

The most difficult for people is to admit that things happened.

Despair doesn't solve anything.

It is nice to be despaired.

People feel fair, human,

but they forget about everything.

You are forgetting that I am here,

that I need help.

Do you want me to be in despair as well?

Yes, I do. I want you to stop thinking

about your side, your husband, our lives for a minute.

It's not that bad.

Nobody must inflict harm ever.

You are trying to solve your problem

by hurting me and hurting yourself.

No!

That's it, you are always right, but it's been enough.

I can't go on listening to your reasons.

You are sitting there, saying what is right and what is wrong.

Are you going to go even further?

This is bourgeois thought, your upper class thought.

It is not enough to criticize the society. I need to change everything.

Thank you, Marcelo.

You too.

My upper-class thought.

I never thought you would do this.

I decided, Ada. I can't be waiting here anymore.

Those are kid's words, Marcelo.

In some years you will understand.

What can I do? If that's the way it is, I am a kid.

A kid who believes that the utopia you dream of

can be a reality if people work to reach it.

A kid who learned to see clearly, because the times taught him.

that participation in the country's issues is for everybody

and not only for a minority that only defend their interests.

Unfair interests.

You understand nothing of my story.

I understand perfectly well.

So, if you think like this,

there is nothing else that connects us.

The barrier you put between us is impenetrable.

It is better that we don't continue.

It is so sad seeing a love that was so real,

ending this way.

I, as an upper class person,

will think like my people.

Sweet feeling

Nice and despairing.

My endless sorrow

that is killing me.

Where are your eyes,

full of affection,

your pure face

full of hope.

My misfortune is

losing your love.

If I hadn't harmed your love...

Your love, more than mine.

Your love, just for me.

My love feels sorrow.

My soul loves you.

My sorrow is

losing your love.

Painful moment,

of goodbye.

It harms, this love...

It is killing me from love.

If she doesn't come back

I know

I will die...

of love.

Did you send yesterday's post?

Yes. The production manager is waiting for you.

The telephone operator said

that the call from New York will be at 10.

The Dr. Novo also phoned and said

you should decide on the selling this week, without further delay.

- Selling? - Yes, sir.

Yes, that problem with the machines.

Yes, you're right.

Dr. Morais from S�o Paulo will pass at 11

with all the documentation to buy the factory.

Precisely today when I am so busy.

I also want to remind you that your meeting with the labor union

is set at 2.

But you didn't confirm if you will meet the staff today.

I am tired.

Say that I am very busy today.

Set the meeting for the next week.

- Yes, sir. - Ada!

What are you doing here?

What happened?

Nothing, Mario.

I would like to talk to you.

Finally you came!

- Do you know Iara? - Only by phone.

- I'll be back in a minute. - Yes, sir.

Today is a good day

to get to know our work.

But what happened today?

Mario, I really need to talk to you.

What happened?

Did anything happen with the kid?

No, he is all right.

I came here...

because I couldn't wait anymore...

and I wouldn't know how to tell you on the phone.

Can you listen to me for a minute?

It must be important. Can you wait for a bit?

I need to give some orders,

and you can see the factory.

I would like you to get to know this.

I'll call the manager to go with you

while I go up there.

Don't say goodbye

Think of my pain.

If someone advises you you should leave me

We shouldn't be apart...

don't leave me, please,

because nostalgia is cruel

if there is love.

Don't say goodbye.

Think of my pain.

Don't say goodbye.

Think of my pain...

Maybe we owe Portugal its lyrical strength.

But we are killing this strength. Destroying everything.

Like this Modernist movement of '22.

This is not about lyricism.

You either have it or you don't.

The world will always be the place of its poets.

Portugal will always be in the first place.

And Brasil...

Once we found a burnt page of the "Inven��o de Orfeu".

Jorge de Lima was a poet.

Something tells me I won't ever forget.

I would be... I would spend my life.

Who is she?

You can tell me. I keep secrets.

I am a good confidant.

Two more!

I wrote a love story which both lovers are destroyed.

At the end only their arms remain.

He kept on destroying himself.

Here!

It's ok.

Nice story. You could publish it.

Thank you.

These days, publishing is very immoral.

Only someone who really needs to, publishes something.

You have to get your hands dirty.

There are some mistakes.

I only have philosophy.

It is like the movement.

This is not only about lyricism.

We can stop talking about poetry.

Marcelo...

love is born, raised, procreated

and dies in solitude.

But outside too.

The poet Vinicius said:

if you stay wrapped up in yourself, you will never love anybody.

Right.

I appreciate your advice.

I am sorry about the sermon.

I am a graduate in misery.

You are using popular music in the wrong way.

Opium of the masses.

Singing is so necessary.

And make the city happier.

You need to avoid pessimism.

The tragic sense of things.

To help people be stronger.

Superman!

- It has nothing to do with Hitler. - I think so too.

But when rationalism is in our minds,

and feeling sorry for ourselves backfires,

people will realize...

This makes me even sadder.

Even more?!

I see meanness in everything.

You feel sad when something goes wrong?

Working also makes me sad.

This means something.

Tell me, Marcelo,

What do you believe in?

In the transformation of the world.

Wait.

You are an idealist, Marcelo.

You have to accept this.

The world will not change. It's always been like this.

It always had slaves.

Fuck off!

People are always afraid of losing faith.

The strength of our times is that we stop believing in God.

But we can't find a good substitute.

People are afraid of living without faith.

That's a very simple way to see it.

But it's true, my young friend.

What is your sign?

Scorpio.

I knew it!

Love songs in the battlefield,

war screams in the love field.

I am Pisces, but I love Scorpio.

Your aggressiveness touches me.

It's very destructive.

If they don't destroy others, they destroy themselves.

Nice conversation.

Dostoyevsky and Picasso are both Scorpio.

But Freud and Marx are Taurus.

You are a Scorpio who dreams with Taurus.

You can't escape your sign,

or fool yourself.

Scorpio and Pisces understand each other,

just by looking at each other.

They have the same feelings,

which they experienced differently.

It's not our case.

Let's go to my house, I will show you my books.

Virginia will be glad to meet you.

I'll lead the way.

Leave the kid. We have a visit.

Virginia, where is the liquor?

- Bring some lemon. - There is no lemon.

Bring glasses.

What are you waiting for?

So, without lemon!

Whiskey, lemon, it's all the same.

Virginia, this is Marcelo.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

No, she is used to this.

Where is your glass?

We drink well.

What are you trying to do at the magazine?

Nothing. And you?

I want to write my books.

You also want to write a book, right?

Can you give me a cigarette?

Have you been living here for a long time?

Five years.

I didn't like it before.

Now I am used to it.

This is the only good place to live in Rio.

Marcelo, surrender.

Let life flow in yourself.

Feel time slipping,

memories mixing with the emptiness,

everything dark.

I like blood running from the mouth.

Happiness is dazzling.

Let's talk about love.

and forget that so many people are suffering all this pain.

Everybody says that I should eat and drink.

But how can I eat and drink.

If there is a hungry brother, or a thirsty brother.

And even though, I eat and drink.

This is the truth.

Old people say that drinking is good.

That wise people are those who pay bad with good.

It is said that it's the will that accepts having a desire.

And everybody thinks I am wise.

Even if I always drink.

I say no!

I know I need to win,

I know I need to fight,

I know I need to die.

I know I need to kill.

Times of war,

times without sun.

Times of war,

times without sun.

No sun, no sun, no sun.

I lived among people in moments of defeat.

Here I passed the years I had.

And you, who are following me,

and will come to this happy land,

remember our time.

This time we have.

Times of war

times without sun...

Get ready

for the path of friendship.

We can't be friends

Let's give meanness to the means.

We can't be friends.

Let's give meanness to the means.

If you could see

the land of friendship

where men help men only with good will.

Where men help men only with good will.

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