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ACT I - ALICE'S ARRIVAL

You woke me...

- Really?
- Yeah.

And what were you dreaming of?

That I was having sex with an Ethiopian.

A thin one, like this?

No, he was well-built.

Like this?

He didn't look like you.

Let's do like this.

I'll only read what's important.

whether good or bad.

That's kinda of biased.

Gestures

juxtapositions, allusions,

duplications

four manners through which
the artist found

to highlight issues concerning
artistic creation.

It is through their use
that he has created,

beyond stylistic variations
or immediate visual effects,

a poetical constancy.

The artist never wandered far
from a poetics which,

independent of detours,

always sought to provide
continuity to discontinuity

and, thus, expose tension in both.

We have a coherent artist here.

Fuck coherency.

JAPANESE CERAMIC

Take this!

- No!
- Take this!

- Take this!
- Ouch!

Take this! Ouch!

Take this! Ouch!

Take this!

Die!

Who is bad here? Who?

Come get some more, come on...

- Die...
- No!

- Hold it, just a second.
- No!

Hey, I told you to wait man.

No way...

Come on Martina, let's get some water

I'm exhausted. Come here.

Senior citizen's soccer...

Flab turning into Jello.

Besides being presumptuous,
our master is fat!

I knew it was with me.
Respect the elderly...

He writes about soccer

Makes astonishing comparisons
between Heidegger and Pelé.

But when it comes to playing, fatty...

Be careful!

He'll get back at
you publicly, in writing...

I wouldn't do that. At least not
in a perceptible way.

What's that line on the floor for?

- To divide.
- Divide what?

My work area from hers.

Kinda conceptual, a bit Dogville?

No, it's pretty objective.

And do you need all that space to dance?

Is there an imaginary ballet company?

Fuck, you don't know the first
thing about dancing...

I don't know a thing about art.

I'm a mere illustrator, I make products.

If you wanted to divide the area,

why not use a curtain, a screen...

I want to be able to see her.

- You jealous.
- Yeah.

I want you to look at me.

You could have a door, so when
you visit her space

you can do something
like Marvel Marceau.

Like "excuse me, I'm here to
retire to my insignificant corner.

Ding dong.

Who could it be? Martina, come in!

Make yourself at home.

Would you like a doll,

or maybe a piece of chocolate
cake made out of tape?

- I want a sculpture!
- A tape sculpture!

Here. Careful, it's heavy.

- It'll fall.
- No, it won't.

- OK then, bye!
- Bye bye.

- I'll put it here.
- I'll go with you...

Way to go Martina!

Let's play here!

No, no, Leco!

Let's play here, it's a lot better!

Hold it! No!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Enough, enough! Hold it there.

Get the pass!

There, you see. Enough.

Enough.

What you doing?

A little game I play
since I was a kid...

And how do you win?

I don't know. I never won.

You have to make three dots
with these three fingers

and then circle them at the same time

without letting the circles
touch the dots

or the other circles.

Ouch! It's hot!

You don't like it?

No. It's too hot!

LINE PROJECT - FINISHING POINT:
10/07/2004.

- Come on in
- Sorry, Leco.

- What is this?
- What?

This cable.

When I raised the walls
it was already there.

- You wanna stay?
- No, of course not.

Bye Leco. I'm taking the stairs.

Do you want me to come with you?

- Bye, Leco.
- You're not coming?

You guys are crazy to live here.

See you tomorrow.

This was my father's.

It has an ex-libris, a bookplate...

I know what an ex-libris is.

This one was made by
my mother and father.

The practice of doubt is not acquired
a few days nor weeks"...

And our ex-libris, what would it be?

How about a ballerina and a guy
lying on bed smoking?

How about a ballerina
walking on a steel cable

connecting a warehouse to a light post.

With an old Chinese saying
I once heard written underneath.

"It is very hard to find a
black cat in a dark room.

Especially when it is not there."

ACT II - IMPETUS

Can I talk to you?!

I'm sorry...

It's becoming impossible for me.

What do you want?

A bit more space.

It won't make any
difference to you, right?

Since my ballet company
didn't come today...

Please.

"TERRITORIAL CESSATION IN
ACCORDANCE WITH TREATY

SIGNED ON AUGUST 16th, 2016, FOR A
FIXED TERM OF THREE MONTHS,

LIABLE TO BE RENOVATED IN FACE
OF GOOD CONDUCT"

Go!

Here, Edu. Go!

- Here, here!
- Go!

I'll get it.

- You finish there, Edu?
- Yeah.

Let me show you what I'm thinking.

Something like this, OK?

We can use two steel cables here...

to hold up these two...

Come back. To the left...

Lean low, twist, OK?

That's it! Dive down, come back.

Pull up here. That's it!

I missed your warm-ups, Gal.

I'll be great working with you.

Can I consider that as a "yes" then?

Yeah. Bu that doesn't change
my opinion on you.

you are still one anxious
crazy workaholic.

Have you ever slept here
in the factory, Donato?

I spent the night once.

Was it good?

Exciting...

It can get pretty scary as well.

All this empty space, strange noises.

Sometimes I hear the ghosts
of the machines.

A low rhythmic metallic noise.

You take it black right?

- Yeah.
- Here.

You also think we're crazy to live here?

To each his own.

Wanna take a look then?

Yes, please.

I'll show you some drafts.

Which one do you like? I love this one.

It's got this movement.

A triptych like.

This one here, if you like.

The one I like best is this one here.

It has this space here,

to include lettering, surrounding her.

It's a bit figurative, don't you think?

Yeah, it's figurative.

Because you hired a friend
who is an illustrator.

Who is not at all interested in
abstract mental masturbation.

Like setting a rock on top of a wood log

to see if some girl wants to screw me

because it blew her mind off...

Ouch.

You want to sell a dance act,
with a woman dancing,

so let's draw a woman who dances, right?

Period!

And a line.

Yeah, you put a line here...

- I put a line.
- Why?

Now move on, jump to the next shelf.

L1, L1, click here.

To the other side,

OK stay there, I'll go up.

You're playing pretty good for a virgin.

A virgin?

An old virgin!

What's that? I turned into a bubble.

Two seconds to go...

Come on! Hurry up!

You'll reappear again in nine seconds.

No way, that doesn't count!

You gotta be kidding man...

The skull is a reward.

Like Indiana Jones and
the Crystal Skull.

We're out of the first cave.

Well done.

I'm gone.

Just one more step.

It's not a step, it's a level.
And I gotta study.

You never play during
the day, what happened?

- You sad or something, virgin?
- Fuck off!

Next time if I'm not green,
call me all the same,

I hide sometimes... Too many
fans, you get me?

Hi, Martina...

You're dead, you can't talk.

I'm not dead.

You've got something in your eye...

It's like it's crying.

Well, let's get it ready,

because he's been dead for a long time.

This is just the fish's body.

Have you been to the MAM museum?

Yeah.

I remembered something
stupid on my way over,

that I could finally use the
word "kinesiology".

- Which word?
- Kinesiology.

The study of human movements.

With her work, with her dance degree,

I thought that I could finally
stick the word in somewhere,

but I let it go. Didn't write
anything about it...

Lately Rui has been reviewing
based on internet impressions

- My speciality.
- He looks at some pictures...

When are we going to see
something of yours?

You haven't had an exhibition
for a quite while now.

You asking as a friend, or critic?

Both I guess.

Well, for the critic I'd say I was
working on something fantastic,

a complete change,

digging deeper into my roots.

Sounds good.

And for the friend?

For the friend...

I'd say I didn't have the slightest
idea what I was doing...

Martina.

Martina, where are you?

I want to give you a baby.

But I don't want to have a baby.

ACT III - ACTION

These two here, Rui. Here...

There's not enough light here,

maybe I should come back during the day.

Don't bullshit me Rui, tell me.

I don't know whether
it's the light or not,

but I think it's fucking sad.

Are you taking your medicine?

Fuck it, Rui!

I just wanted to know if you are well.

I didn't like it.

Finally...

It's all there but...

It feels there is an
exaggerated contamination

Your work has always had
a cruel coherency,

has always been deep and conceptual

not predictable, but enriching.

And now, I don't know...

It seems like...

It is all here, but...

It's been a year since you
last showed something,

This is all too much.

I told you I was reviewing my roots.

You also said you didn't have the
slightest idea what you were doing.

I said it, as a friend.

As a friend:

rethink what you're doing,
find a leading threat,

and show it! Fast...

Here.

It came out.

Can I read to you?

You, who are so fearless of critics.

No, not today.

I'll do just like you, only read
what I think is important.

Not today, please.

"At a time when there are
hardly any groups left,

many dancers think the
only possible solution

in contemporary dance
is to create one's own ideas

and through it achieve fulfillment.

The work shown today at SESC Copacabana

sucumbs to this contemporary evil,

in which the existence of
the "I" who dances...

Asshole!

No, guys...

- No?
- I'm not going to work.

Take the day off, OK?

What's up?

I don't know...

I'm going to the beach!

And what about the model?

Make it at home.

Take a picture and then
send me on Monday.

Then you guys come back on Tuesday.

Okay.

Better yet, I'll send you an email,

telling you when to return.

Like a hispter Mario?

He's not a hipster, he's Indie.

What's the difference?

It's philosophical.

And what do you know about philosophy?

Hey...

I think this think of going
back in time is nice.

Relive the past.

It's crazy.

- Can two play?
- No.

So, what are you going to do?

I'm going to watch you play.

Help you.

Virgin spinster.

Just adding music to it.

It's a strong information, the
body responds on the spot.

Immediately turns it into
a conventional dance.

We need something in the middle.

Something we could do while
we're doing the sequence,

- A chair?
- I don't know.

Something else while
we're doing the routine.

- Like talking...
- Talking?

- Tell a story...
- We could try to talk.

Sing a song, whistle...

I don't know how to whistle.

Oh come on! You kidding?

- No, I don't know how.
- Show me.

How can I show you if I don't know how?

- I don't know!
- Come on, whistle!

LINE PROJECT

"LINE PROJECT - STARTING POINT:
04/03/2004"

LINE PROJECT- FINISHING POINT:
10/07/2004

I never showed this to anybody.

What's the disease called?

Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva.

What happens?

In normal people bones only grow up
to a certain point and then stop.

In him the bones kept on growing.

As if he was imprisoned in a cell
made by his own bones.

every once in a while he had
to remove it.

- Can I?
- Yeah!

And whenever he had an operation

I would ask to keep a piece.

My collection.

I would play pretending

they were furniture in my doll house.

He used to say that I would
be able to clone him

in the future using his bones' DNA.

Can I ask you something?

This cable attached here,

where does it lead to?

It doesn't matter.

Nowhere.

Good night?

Well, it's still raw material.

This is the one you wanted
without a structure.

I think we could...

I'm working!

It's my moment, remember?

It's just that...

I'm waiting for a thought to land.

This one is a bit thinner, lighter...

Yeah, we could...

Hold a second...

Has it landed?

Yeah.

Is it a nice thought?

No.

Your shoulders move up and down

when you take deep breaths.

The bones in your hand
show when you relax.

Feels like your shoulder blades
want to jump off your back.

Your elbows have little folds.

Your neck points upwards.

Your toes are shrunken.

Your shoulders move up and down

when you take deep breaths.

My shoulders move up and down

when I take deep breaths.

It looks as if you look inwards

It looks as if I look inwards

And this sculpture is in the way.

And I'm having trouble
remembering what you said.

But now I'm going to
move my feet over you.

and gently place my hand on your waist.

What did you do today?

What is happening?

Are you ok?

Come and sit.

Come, I'm holding you.

Lay down.

Take a deep breath.

There...

Take a deep breath.

Relax.

Have you known for long?

Have you told him already?

- Do you want some water?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Say something.

I remember a story my father
used to tell me.

Of a wasp named Cotesia Clomerata.

The name reminded me of my Aunt Cotinha.

The wasp deposits its eggs
inside a caterpillar larva.

So the caterpillar develops

unaware that it has wasps' inside it.

And then, by the time it grows
the wasps have eaten it

from the inside,
killing the caterpillar.

Like Alien?

- Alien?
- Yeah, the movie!

The Sigourney Weaver's film, you know?

It is just like the film.

You, idiot.

Maybe your father watched this film.

Oh, Gal...

What song is that?

A friend taught me a long time ago.

Nice.

This chariot... where is it going?

I think it's the king or
something like that,

- taking to his grave.
- I see...

- You know, like a tomb?
- Yeah.

Something like that.

"Postoperative care..."

Patient underwent curettage procedure
approximately three days ago.

It was not possible to characterize
embryo in the present exam.

ACT IV - CONTRACTION

Did you know I was sitting here?

I was watching you. From the entrance.

You stared at your coffee for a while...

You touched the coffee with
your finger, tasted it.

No... first you drank water.

You poured water in the
glass and drank it.

Then you looked at that
girl as she arrived...

looked at the people around...

Stuck your hand into your
pocket, took your mobile out.

I imagined you were checking
the time, or messages.

- We sometimes take our phone...
- A beer please.

You rubbed the back of your
neck with your hand,

like I've seen you do before.

Only this time you slid it
from your neck

to your chin like I had never
seen you do before,

but even so, it looked like one
of your usual gestures...

That's what you do...

You absorb.

You take everything in.

As if you owned it.
As if you understood it.

Let me tell you something,
you don't understand.

Just because you can mimic

doesn't mean you can understand.

I want to show you something.

Son of a bitch.

If you relax your hand,

you can make the dots
far from each other.

And then, with an internal gesture,

almost imperceptible to the eye,

you can draw circles around them

without touching the lines.

That's cheating...

I saw you soon after I found out,

I just didn't feel like telling you.

Isn't that strange?

HOLDS ONLY ONE PERSON

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