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"STRAY DOG"

- What's his name? - He has no name.

- I've never seen a nameless dog. - Dogs don't need a name.

And how do you call him?

Wanna eat?

Here...

Did you take him off the streets?

He followed me home.

- He looks like a mongrel. - Yeah.

- A real mutt. - Street urchin.

I made us coffee. Would you like some?

No, thanks.

- I don't drink coffee in the morning. - I do need it.

What are you gonna do today?

I've lots of things to do.

I'm leaving then.

Fine.

Perhaps I could get your phone number...

I don't have a phone.

- Be serious. - I don't.

How do you get in touch with people?

I go to the payphone and call them.

I see.

I'll leave my cell number here.

Call me if you feel like it.

Is it okay?

- Can you open the door? - Sure.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hey, dog!

Beat it! Beat it!

What's going on, Ciro?

I'm not too well, Mr. Elomar.

- Breathe. - Don't worry.

Can you stand up?

I think so.

- Here's some water... - Thank you, Mr. Elomar.

Not at all.

- I'm feeling better now. - It helps, doesn't it?

That's good.

So you're an artist, huh?

You're the one saying it. You're very kind.

Imagine if I had stayed in my hometown.

I'd have such a predictable life.

I wanna see the worid. I want to travel.

I don't know... I want something different.

Don't you think about traveling?

I do it all the time.

I'm doing it now.

I do it here in my bed, though. I just don't dream.

C'mon, Ciro.

And what is life if we don't dream?

It's just life.

This is good... A good perspective. But even so...

Even so what?

- We have a time limit. - Really?

Yes.

We have a beginning and we have an ending.

No, we're just in-between.

I think you should stop dreaming.

- How come "stop dreaming"? - Just for today.

And live it here, this moment.

What if this moment is just a dream?

Yeah?

- I think we're tripping already. - So...

See?

- Yes? - Mr. Elomar, it's me. Ciro.

Hey Ciro, how is it going?

- How are you? - What's up?

- Excuse me. - What do you need?

I'm just passing by, actually. I wanted to buy that painting.

- You liked it? - I did.

- Very much. - That's unusual, very unusual.

- Yeah. - What did you think of it?

That's why I liked it... It is quite unusual.

You know what? I'm gonna give it to you, Ciro.

No, Mr. Elomar... I wanna pay for it.

- No! Keep your money for the beers. - Really?

Yes. I'm not kidding.

You coming here and enjoying my work...

is a satisfaction for me.

Here... Let me roll it. It's a gift for you.

- Thanks, Mr. Elomar. - Don't mention it.

By the way, you're the one who's taking the dog upstairs, right?

To the apartment?

I put him in the elevator and we talk...

We talk away. Then I leave him at your door.

All right. Thanks for the painting.

No problem. Bye.

Are you working on a new one?

You bet. Take a look.

- It's beautiful. - Thank you.

Thanks for the painting. I'll hang it to my wall.

What about the job, son, did you get it or not?

Not that one, but there's another one on the way.

And what is it about?

Translation.

Translation is nice! Can you get work with it?

- With Russian, things like that? - Sure.

Did you see the doctor?

- I will. - You're always promising.

- Did you? - I'll make an appointment next week.

- Haven't you yet? - I couldn't do it, dad.

You've been saying that for weeks.

It's always "next week".

- Okay, but I'll do it. - I know, but... Do it, then.

If he doesn't go next week, I'll go with you.

If you're feeling something, you must see the doctor.

Son, do me a favor, will you? Get me another beer.

The opener is right there.

- Do you leave him by himself? - Who, mom?

Your dog, when you go out.

Sometimes he stays inside, sometimes on the streets.

And you leave him out on the streets, son?

C'mon, mom! He comes from the streets.

- No, not necessarily. - He was born in the streets.

Okay, but since he's your dog you must look after him.

I don't own him. I'm just a friend.

What happened?

A motorcycle nearly run me over.

I was leaving an audition... Sort of distracted.

When I looked, this bike came...

Thank God he managed to brake.

Then I fell on my knees. It's just a contusi�n.

Nothing serious, really. I just had a bad day.

And I thought if I could stay here tonight.

The guy himself took me to the emergency room.

We had to wait like two hours.

There were so many injured there.

Bummer!

Besides, I think I have a fever.

I forgot to buy the medication.

You're burning.

Take off my shoes.

Lie down.

Sorry.

Marcela, take your medicine.

Your medicine. Get up.

She's sleeping now.

She has a sore throat and a fever.

But I'll let her know you dropped by.

- Great! - No problem.

- Hey, L�rcio. - Hey, girl!

- How is it hanging? - Open the door for him, Ciro.

We decided to invite you guys for dinner this Saturday.

We thought it would be nice to apologize for the mess I did.

- No can do on Saturday. - It's great! Very nice.

It'll be nice. Ana cooks this lasagna...

She even drew a map...

When you get to Sert�rio, it's pretty easy afterwards.

There's a bus line there... You can't miss it.

Cool.

- What is that, dude? - That?

Our janitor, Mr. Elomar... He painted it.

Dude, it's awesome!

Kind of... surrealistic.

Real crazy stuff.

- It is crazy indeed. - It's got a...

I'd better get going because I'm already tripping.

- Bye, girl. - Thanks for coming.

- All right, man! - Okay...

Make sure your wear some pants when coming to my house.

- I will. - Later.

Bye.

- What a character! - Yeah...

Quite sassy your friend.

C'mon, he was just being kind. He came to apologize, didn't he?

There he is. L�rcio!

Finally! Come in, come in!

- Is it open? - Yeah, the gate is open.

- What about that leg, girl? - It's much better.

- What's up? - What's up?

- Hey, man! How are you? - What's up?

- I brought some beer. - Let's drink it then.

Look who's here!

- How d'you do? - How d'you do?

- Nice to meet you. I'm Marcela. - My pleasure. I'm Ana.

Hi. How are you?

- Ciro. - Ana.

She's the boss around here. Watch out!

- Be welcome. - Sit down.

- Jos�. - Who's that?

How're you doing, kiddo?

- So, how do you feel? - I'm good. It doesn't hurt anymore.

- It didn't really brake, did it? - No, no.

- Lucky you. - It's nothing.

Soon it'll be fine.

- Look at you! Look at that belly... - Yeah.

- May I? - Sure.

- Here's the beer... - How many months are you?

- Eight. - Eight already?

Look at that! L�rcio!

Nice daddy!

Come on, have a seat.

- Jos�, are you also a biker? - What?

- Are you a biker? - Yeah.

Do you ride motorcycles?

- Answer her. - Show her.

Run her over just like daddy did!

Do you know any of these places?

Take a look.

- That's Itaimbezinho right there. - Yeah!

We traveled by bike to Itaimbezinho.

Can you imagine how nice is the ride to Itaimbezinho?

Here... All the family. Me, Ana, Primo, Kati.

- Primo took a trip, right sweetie? - Our beloved friend.

Where did he go?

- He died. - How did he die?

On his bike.

One mistake and you're dead.

And here? You see anything here?

- What is it? - Can't you see her happy face there?

This the day Jos� was "fabricated". Right there, and he's mine!

This lasagna is superb!

Didn't I tell you? You pigged out on it!

Look at that empty plate.

She worked on it all the afternoon.

If you didn't come, we'd eat it all.

L�rcio would for sure.

And he's my partner. Your third round already.

It is good.

I got really upset when L�rcio told me.

It won't leave any scars, though. I've a much worse here.

What is that?

I broke my arm and they had to insert a titanium plate.

Now I'm the "titanium wrist woman"!

I also have one. L�rcio gave it to me.

A gift for her birthday... Beautiful piece.

Some wild love!

Everyone has a scar...

- I have none. - No? Are you sure?

I'm sure, man.

- Do I have any, dear? - Guess not.

Only from phimosis!

What is it you do, man?

Me? I'm a translator.

- What do you translate? - Literature.

How come?

Among other things, too.

What language do you work with?

Russian!

- Wow! Russian? - He's classy, isn't he?

We want to hear you speaking Russian.

- Say anything. - Say something in Russian, c'mon!

He won't say it.

- Say it, Ciro. - He doesn't know how!

He's learning. He's in the Russian kindergarten.

- He's beginning. - He's beginning!

- Beginning with the Russian thing. - He only translates a few words.

- Say it, Ciro! - "Spaciba".

- What is that? - "Thank you".

Really?

- He really can speak it! - Yeah!

The guy knows his business!

- A perfect Russian. - I speak Russian with him.

Go for it, Marcela!

Alright.

- It's all about the body... - Right!

- It's got this movement... - Indeed.

Russian is not only about speaking.

- No, it's a dance. - It's a dance!

- Russian is a dance. - It's practically a dance!

Do you teach the body? Are you also a dancer?

Now you're talking. He did speak.

Did you really speak it? You were just mocking...

He was insulting us... Like "look at those two schmucks."

These two suckers who don't speak a word in Russian.

What're you doing?

- Go, Ciro! - I was just looking.

- What? - I was just looking.

Read it, man!

"I'm a woman..."

She knows it by heart. She does! Let's go!

"And you're a man

And I repeat it

I'm a woman

With much pride and grace With much rhythm

And you must realize Since I'm a woman and you're a man

That I respect you And you respect me

I feel you and you feel me I see you and you see me

Through your skin Through your eyes

Your mouth and your being."

You've got to speak more Spanish with me!

- Bravo! - I'll get the pudding.

My "maravilloso" pudding! Who's helping me?

Wait, wait, wait.

No, let me do it. I'll help her.

Really? Suit yourself. "Es mujer, pero get the pudding!"

For you, L�rcio.

Now you're gonna smoke and tell me about your life.

C'mon, L�rcio, this is heavy...

When that beauty leaves you, what are you gonna do?

- Comes a day when... - Boy! What a question, L�rcio.

I don't know exactly... I think about taking a trip.

I am tripping.

Me, too... But I mean physically.

Go to some place really different.

- Like where? - India, maybe.

I see, but why?

- I don't know. Yoga, meditation... - Tantric sex!

- What? - That's right! Remember Rosana?

- Rosana? - Yeah, Rosana from Bag�.

Rosana's story.

Tell'em! Go ahead!

She was this real tight chick, you know?

Then she met this guy.

And this guy... Well, things started to heat up...

some romance, and they did it.

They finally made love, and made it again, and again...

and again, and again, and again...

but the guy just wouldn't come! And his cock is like a rock, always hard...

and hard, and hard!

Ten hours go by, and the thing is still hard.

They're making it all the possible ways!

She's like getting tickles inside, outside, above, and below.

She demolished the whole place, scratching walls...

and things...

Anyway, she goes crazy...

stalks him for years...

But it seems he had many other "partners", you know?

But this gift of his, however in tantric sex...

men don't really come, you know?

They develop some form of coming to their inside.

Look! Ciro knows about it.

Do you come to your inside, dude?

Sounds good, huh? It's kinda weird, though.

Weird, but still...

- It must be good. - It must be fucking good!

She thought so.

Ten hours... Be serious! The spine can't hold it.

- Want some more? - I'm good.

- I'll get it for you. - No, I'm okay. Thanks.

Look.

It's here.

Okay, then.

- Okay, Ana. - Okay.

- Thank you, guys. - Thanks for the visit.

- Bye, Marcela. - Bye.

- It was a pleasure. - All mine.

- Hope you get better soon. - I will.

- Bye, girl. - Bye.

Open the door or we won't come back.

That's right!

He's learned that one from me.

- The gate is open out there. - Good bye.

Bye, guys.

There was no need for the tantric sex thing, honey.

- You tripped... - Why?

- It's embarrassing. - C'mon, L�rcio!

Do you think this is the reason why they left?

- Of course. - Of course not.

You kept telling about Rosana.

But if this is the case, then I'm glad they did.

I've been a moonshiner

For seventeen long years

I've spent all my money

Qn whiskey and beer

I go to some hollow

And set up my holy, holy still

if drinking don't kill me

So I don't know what will

God bless them handsome men

I wish they was mine

Their breath is as sweet as

The dew on the holy, holy vine

you are already in hell

you are already in hell

I wish we could go to hell

Write a poem for me.

Marcela...

Say it, then. Say a poem for me. Say it!

Marcela...

Marcela...?

Gorgeous... hot...

That's obvious.

- What else? - Yummy.

C'mon, Ciro, read within my soul.

Your soul is hot, gorgeous, yummy.

Your skin...

your smell...

From my window I see Marcela, illuminated by the sun...

by the stars...

by the brilliance...

reflected in the eye...

of my mongrel, street dog.

Vagabond.

You're a poem yourself. I don't need to say it.

You are poetry itself.

Ciro, my dear...

my king...

my everything, my nothing, all at once.

What a fucking lie!

I love the way you despise me.

I love the way you say no.

And at the same time I think to myself...

whether no means yes, or maybe, or who knows.

In the solitude of your room you keep unattainable secrets.

Going out?

I have to go to my dad's. How's the toast?

Great.

Can I go along?

I've something serious to discuss with him.

Stay here. Make yourself at home.

- Hi! - Hi, Mr. Elomar, it's Ciro.

- Hey! How are you doing? - How's everything, Mr. Elomar?

- Fine. Come on in. - Excuse me.

Sit down.

- So? It's been a while, huh? - Yeah, quite a while.

You wanted to see me?

Indeed. But before that, have some ice cream.

It's not necessary, Mr. Elomar.

I did it myself. C'mon!

- I'll try it then. - Excuse me.

So you like Lupic�nio, huh?

Very much!

- The great Lupic�nio! - The great Lupic�nio!

Did you know he was born close by? Right here in Ilhota.

No, I did not.

On a rainy night... It was pouring!

- Really? - The midwife came by boat.

You see...

maybe it means something.

No wonder he was such a master.

My grandpa used to sing his songs when I was a child.

What a good thing! You've been well rocked then.

You bet!

- What do you think? - Beautiful.

- I did it for Marcela. - Really?

Yes. It's a bit messed up, a bit... It seems sort of unorganized, right?

It's got something to do with her.

But when she appears in the end things are getting better.

- Look at it. - Is it her in the corner?

It gets clearer, brighter. Marcela is the light.

- Is she? - Yeah.

You're the one saying it.

And you'll have to agree with me.

For God's sake...

- Good ice cream, huh? - It's made of pears.

You can hardly tell.

- I was trying to figure it out. - It tastes like something else.

- Yeah, but it's delicious. - It's made of pears, though.

- I can see that now. - Pears from Vila Nova.

- An ex-girlfriend's recipe. - Really?

It was her legacy.

- A good legacy. - Indeed.

Right!

But it's no big deal. It's just a help for this month.

When you get a job you pay me back.

No, thanks.

Are you thinking of living here?

I knew you're gonna say that. I've even made myself a bet.

I've already thought of it. I've thought of living here.

But there's something else going on.

I believe things will change direction.

What something else?

It's a chance for work, a trip.

To S�o Paulo?

No. To Barcelona.

Nice, isn't it?

Nice.

But it's not confirmed yet.

I wish it was, though.

And when will you go?

I don't know.

I have no idea. Give me a cigarette.

I think it's nice.

Come here. I'm gonna show you something.

What?

I got you this first job.

It's proofreading for a translation we did.

It's a computer-related text, and it's yours if you want it.

I'll give you fifteen days to complete the task.

And you'll be paid $ 1.50 per page.

Any chance to... get a little more money?

No, no. Things are pretty hard these days. You know that.

Well...

I think I'll just pass.

Yeah, I'll pass.

PAID INTERNSHIP

The street you're at divides into two, like this...

and the space resulting from it is a public square.

Since they're working there...

there's a deposit for these pipes...

Cement pipes, you know?

- And a lot of homeless people... - They sleep inside the pipes.

They sleep there, live there, understand?

You just can't get those people out of there.

And it can scare the customers off, you know?

So they're pondering...

whether to rent the space or not.

But the place is very nice. It's a big place...

- A nice facade. - It's very roomy.

I think it can be done, dad.

It takes some effort...

We could go there together. I can show you around...

and you say what you think.

Maybe do something to reintegrate these people.

That would be nice.

As a matter of fact, what they do...

is sell crack over there. How can you actually...?

It's complicated, you know?

But it's definitely a place that needs some attention...

that needs some work done to.

But let me tell you about another serious matter now.

All these plans of changing I told you about...

they worry me because...

there is not much money available, you know?

So, you should know...

I don't know if I'll be able to help you in the next few months.

On account of this about-face, you'll have to... You know?

You have to face reality.

I can't hide things from you.

We're gonna have to go through a difficult time.

No problem, dad. I'll be fine.

- I'll take care of myself. - Please do so.

- Is everything okay? - Yes.

I brought the money for the rent.

I appreciate it. I'll pay you back.

Don't worry about it.

- Put your bag down. - No, I have to go.

Look, can I get the painting?

It's yours.

What happened?

Nothing. I just have to go.

Open the door for me.

- You take care, okay? - You, too.

Relax, let the sleep come.

Shall we?

We'll start the procedure now. Stay calm.

Don't move now. The beginning is hard, but fast.

Good... The hardest part is gone.

- "Sliech..." - "Snish."

"Snish", Ana. "Snish", Ana! C'mon, Ana! "Snish", Ana!

I'll say these things to her...

she'll be clueless. And that's it. Got it?

You'll say to Marcela: "Sniesh", Marcela.

I'm gonna give your son a "veil broth".

- What are you gonna give him? - A "veil broth".

Give him whatever you want, man.

- Do you know what that is? - I don't know, but you...

It's a yellow fish.

Do you know what yellow is? It's the color of the sun.

Are you gonna give my son a "fish broth"?

- "Veil broth". - "Veil broth".

This moment, when the sun deflowers the dawn is mine.

It's the moment I need.

Are we gonna do that? Deflower the dawn?

We'll have to say, "Hey, dawn!

We're here to deflower you!" Say it!

- Say it, man! Hey, dawn! - Hey, dawn.

- We're here to deflower you. - We're here to deflower you.

Hey, dawn!

- Hey, dawn. - I like you a lot, you know?

I fucking like you, too.

Shut up. Let me tell you something.

- Let me tell you something. - No, no.

You've got a family. You've got a life.

You've got the simplicity of life.

You've got knowledge.

I say what you've got, and you say what I've got.

- You've got... - Say what I've got!

You've got an excess of caring. You've got an excess of love.

Did you know that love in excess is never too much?

Never too much...

- Jos�... Francisco's brother. - Jos�... Biker!

- Francisco's brother... Biker. - Son of L�rcio...

- Son of L�rcio... Biker. - Who loves Ana.

- Dude, don't you love anyone? - Who loves Ana.

Will you come clean? Don't you love her?

Will you come clean?

Look into my eyes and say, "I don't love Marcela...

I don't love her. I don't." Say it, man!

I'd be lying if I said that.

Ok, then. You'll give her a call. We'll call her together and I'll say...

"Hello, Marcela! There's a guy here who wants to talk to you".

- You won't say that! - Okay, then.

Then you'll say, "Hello..." How will you say it?

C'mon, say it!

Were you crying?

Just a little bit.

Why did you disappear?

I was taking care of my health.

What is this here?

It's a biopsy I had done.

What is that?

It's a lymphoma.

I had it taken out.

I'm sick.

Why didn't you tell me?

My parents are waiting for me downstairs.

I just came to say good bye.

Where are you going?

I'll have to take chemotherapy.

I think we won't see each other anymore.

How come?

And you know what's bizarre about it?

People keep telling me to have faith, to believe...

that everything will be alright.

But all I can think of is that...

I am going to die.

You're not gonna die, Marcela. What they say is true.

Don't go away.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Don't leave me here.

"A weary embryo invades the darkness of the cavern...

Iooking for an exit.

I listen to the echo reflected from the walls of the flesh...

revealing in the eye the despair of the seclusi�n.

Laziness is the sleep of the dead.

My euphoria needs calmness, and my calmness needs euphoria.

Fuck all the rest of the surplus that remains.

The remainder is what I want.

The love of the moment is where we nearly reach the perfect beat.

The eyes are the beginning of reality.

My cigarette has a time frame. My life needs a cigarette.

What to do? What to eat? Is my mother right?

Definitely not.

I need a heart beating out of pace...

without rhythm, without melody.

I don't want the perfect beat.

I want disharmony.

Give me a clue, a tear...

just give me something."

Is there anything, ma'am?

Any records from the patients?

Then look for Marcela... Marcela K.

I'm not... I don't wanna be rude or anything.

I just wanna find her.

You've got to help me, ma'am! You've got to help me.

'Cause you don't know what's going on...

What's going on with me right now, at this moment.

This person... Listen, please. This person is not gonna die...

because I have to talk to her.

Hello?

Hello?

- Mr. Elomar... - Yes?

- Help me. - I'll help you.

I really want to help you.

Come here.

C'mon, Ciro. C'mon!

It's easier than you think.

- Much easier! - Have you ever loved?

- Of course. I know a few things, OK? - Have you ever really loved?

Yes.

- I love this woman so much. - But she also likes you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Ciro, wake up.

Ciro!

Wake up.

Son! Ciro?

Ciro?

Ciro, my love... Say something!

Easy... Easy...

I'll get some clothes.

Me, your uncle Beco, Paulo Renato, Vieira...

we decided to take our own business...

be our own bosses.

That sort of thing, you know?

Then, a year later or so...

we discovered a secret weapon.

Well, not really. Everyone was using it.

It was kind of hip.

We started to do it. Snort cocaine, you know?

It gave us energy, endurance.

We worked 16, 18 hours a day.

We worked overnight, with plans and projects... It was crazy.

We wanted to move up, make money. Establish ourselves, you know?

At first it was just an additional help, a small trick, you know?

Just like using a car to get somewhere faster...

we used cocaine to be faster, you know?

But then...

Then it started to get serious. You know what I mean?

I didn't know how to stop anymore.

I didn't know how to get out of it.

I was using it all the time. More, and more, and more.

The insanity took over... And I started to lose it.

We all did. Paulo and I, we had a fight once.

We almost killed each other.

Then I started not going home...

I just wouldn't. I'd stay away.

And your mom became very scared with all that.

She knew what was going on, but she was terrified.

One day I went home after being away for three days...

a whole weekend. I went back home...

and you were not there. You both had gone.

I went to your grandma's, but you were not there either.

It was the right thing to do... Go to her mother's.

I asked the neighbors, and nobody knew where you were.

She had disappeared, gone. Both of you.

You two disappeared from my life.

That was a terrible shock, you know?

It was like if, all of a sudden...

I had lost the most precious things of my life.

I madly searched for you, and I finally found you.

A friend of hers helped me after I relentlessly insisted.

She told me where you guys were staying.

And it was good because...

we managed to work things out.

We were able to change things.

She forgave me... She took me back, and I returned.

We had some time apart. She'd take a trip with you...

she'd be out of the house.

I'd also spend some time with you.

Things slowly started going back to normal.

They fell into place again, you know?

Getting your balance back...

gives life a real meaning, you know?

I thought I had to tell you all this. I don't know why...

Later on I'll show you the work I've been doing.

Okay.

I'm so happy you're here with us, son.

Did you make that blouse yourself?

Yes. I mean, I just took it in...

I bought it at a thrift store and fixed it. Did you like it?

- It's nice. - Is it?

"In that sweaty and calm province, someone was arriving from Russia.

It was like Theseus returning from the Kingdom of the Dead.

And the feverish formerly departed opens the gate.

It is not the same person who crossed it at the farewell of 63.

Qr maybe it is. With wounds of combat...

pieces of a soul I left in a gelid country...

which now are part of other souls.

But what the feelings take, the feelings give back.

I bring the melody of those souls, which now also belongs to me.

And inside me comes Jaime, with her unbuttoned pajamas.

And comes Nina, with her princess attire.

And comes Lara, with her wet hands.

And comes Elisa, with her big black eyes.

And even comes Gl�vni Vratch, asking if I took the pills.

We enter. All of us.

We see our mother in the backyard picking the last grapes of March.

She also sees us. She shouts out, and runs toward us.

We are all desperate to join our pieces to hers.

For our mother herself...

she is the symbol of everything we love.

And so much missed in Russia."

You're finished?

Shame on me, but I'll have some more.

- I'm satisfied. - Can we hear some guitar later?

- Sure can. - Good idea!

- Will you play for us, Ravel? - To digest the barbecue!

- He's a bit off-key. - What do you mean?

- Singing or playing? - His voice is changing.

But he doesn't sing. He only plays.

This is the living proof you're reaching adolescence.

In my days, we only reached it at the age of fifteen, fourteen.

And it lasted until we were twenty-two!

Now you're already an adolescent at twelve.

And you stay adolescent until you're thirty-two.

Ciro's still an adolescent.

If the grownup has changed, adolescence has changed, too.

There's not a rule for that. You can't delimit it so much.

Of course not. But at your age, do men cry or not?

I think there's not an age for men to cry.

- That's true. - Yet they should, at least...

let it all out.

This is a change, though. A progress of humankind.

When I was a child, men didn't cry.

- Remember that, Beco? - I do.

Having the courage to say you wanted to cry... it was like...

Today we even have the metrosexuals, don't we?

- What? - What did you say?

What are you talking about?

Sorry, but we only have this one here.

Wait. Let me check. "Shipwrecks", right?

We don't have it. But it'll arrive by the 20th.

- The 20th? - I'll give you this card...

My name is right there. And you can call me and check.

- The 20th, right? - That's right.

- Okay, then. - Okay?

- Thanks. - No problem.

Come on!

Pass it on!

- Come on! - Tackle him!

- Marcelo! - Wait, it's got around my foot!

Go, go!

- Goal! - Five now!

Mommy.

Mommy.

Get into bed.

Come on.

What's up, Churras? Wanna take a walk?

Come on!

What's the matter, dog?

Churras?

Dog?

Ciro! Phone call, son!

Marcela?

Marcela?

I'm fine. I'm cured.

I thought so much of you.

The thing is that...

I'd like you to take this trip with me.

I'd like you to come to...

to come to Barcelona with me.

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