Traffic is heavy on Bandeirantes Avenue...
near Ari Torres Bridge.
An alternative route is to take a right on Independence Avenue...
then down Vieira de Moraes...
towards the airport.
We've also got problems on Paulista Avenue...
in the direction of Consolação.
For those going downtown you can try another route...
Let's go on location now.
Good afternoon, Sheila Magalhães.
Our reporters are already at their posts on the main arteries...
informing you of the best route and the best time...
MIDWAY UPON THE JOURNEY OF OUR LIFE
I FOUND MYSELF WITHIN A DARK FOREST
FOR THE STRAIGHT WAY HAD BEEN LOST
Heitor!
Heitor, I'm here!
Heitor!
I'm here!
Heitor!
- Techno?! - Techno. What's the problem?
Smoke, the smell of cigarettes, people yelling...
things we don't understand, which is probably better.
You want a list by hassle order or alphabetic order?
I just wanted to go dancing.
Why don't we rent a demolition hammer and dance right here?
Great, then I can bring everybody over while you write your book.
Everybody who?
By friends or alphabetic order?
You could've invited me to go out with you all.
Invited you?
Didn't you say that you had to get up early to go to the university?
You work too much, you're tense, and besides, you hate to dance!
I'm not tense. I'm concentrated.
I'm finishing my book and I've got to give class every morning.
That doesn't mean I can't go out to some stupid place I don't like!
That you don't like! Exactly!
And that's why I didn't...
Look Heitor, really, I can't take anymore.
I don't know, maybe we should just...
I think we should call it quits.
I'm not sure I even love you anymore.
What's that?
I think we should give ourselves some time. I don't know.
There's somebody else?
No, there isn't!
It's Thiago, isn't it?
Great idea! I'll just give him a call. I should've thought of that before!
MIDWAY UPON THE JOURNEY OF OUR LIFE
I FOUND MYSELF WITHIN A DARK FOREST
FOR THE STRAIGHT WAY HAD BEEN LOST
Heitor!
Don't go, Heitor.
I should have kept quiet.
I said all the wrong things.
I shouldn't have provoked her...
talking about somebody else.
Especially Thiago, who is 50% younger than me...
and loves to go out at night dancing.
Doesn't she love me anymore?
And to think that today I wrote a chapter about love.
Words seemed so docile this morning.
Word: savage object!
To kill the wrong word...
only a hug will do...
when nothing is said.
Traffic.
It's drizzling again and traffic barely moves on Paulista Avenue...
in the direction of Consolação and Paraíso.
Dr. Arnaldo has practically stopped up until Alameda Campinas.
A pedestrian was run over near number 3400.
The left lane has been blocked off...
causing a 2-mile traffic jam.
My dear Julia...
my young veterinary...
you take such good care of the animals.
The talent for living... comes so easy for you.
IN THE QUIETUDE OF YOUR ARMS
I just want to get there.
After the argument, the male, restive in his lair...
heads desperately in the direction of the female veterinary.
They have been together three years, and during their argument...
things which one shouldn't say in a relationship were said.
To make amends for his serious error, the male accelerates...
with all his might towards the female's den...
to attempt a reconciliation and, who knows...
guarantee in the near future the perpetuation of his species...
or at least another species of relationship.
This time based on the profound love that the male...
repentant and facing the possibility of loss...
is sure he feels for the female.
What if Julia's not at home?
This traffic, it doesn't move.
Youth prefers youth.
God sent me a truelove in my maturity...
when fruit are either not picked or know the worm.
God - or perhaps the Devil -
sent me this mature love...
and I thank the one and the other, as I have a truelove.
And when I met Julia...
Yeaah Bacchantes!
Yeaah Bacchanals!
The wine!
The theater!
Pleasure for the mortals!
Let there be happiness!
Let there be pleasure!
It is impossible to be happy alone!
Heitor!
Professor, what a pleasure!
- How are you? - Nice seeing you!
You leaving, Professor? Aren't you going to stay for the second half?
I'd like to introduce you to some ex-drama students of mine.
Paulo, Catarina, Carmen, Thiago, Julia.
This is Heitor Feris, literature professor and important author.
Yes, a very important author!
Julia was our best Desdemona!
She was strangled 257 times...
before leaving us for veterinary school.
She's just started school.
Yeah, she'd rather take care of animals...
than be strangled everyday by jealous men.
I am going, posthaste, to drown myself!
If you do so, I will never bear you affection again.
You silly fool!
Enough children! You know how that tragedy ends.
I'm unhappy, but I can amuse that who I am...
by pretending to be someone else.
AS I HAVE A TRUELOVE
Gotcha, you tomcat.
What book is that?
It was in the poetry bookshelf before I saw you.
What is it?
Manuel Bandeira, your favorite.
My favorite? And who's your favorite?
You know...
Could it be me?
Manuel Bandeira.
No, Manuel Bandeira is my favorite!
That's what I said Heitor.
But you still haven't guessed.
- João Cabral de Melo Neto. - No.
Gregório de Mattos.
Nina Horta..."This is not Soup".
This is a culinary book! It is on the wrong shelf.
Shakespeare!
Plato!
- Ionesco. - Plato!
- Pythagoras! - Plato!
Touché! I love you!
Carlos Drummond de Andrade. There's a love poem in it for you.
Thank you.
- What time is it? - 7:30.
- Already! - Already?
- Is that all? - Yep! Forget about it.
If you leave me here alone, I'll be an author without an owner.
I need somebody to share my loneliness with.
That's what loneliness is. We don't have anyone to tell we're lonely to.
What's that again?
That's what loneliness is. We don't have anyone to tell we're lonely to.
- I love to dance, you know? - Do you?
Let's dance?
Come dance, c'mon!
I don't know how to dance.
Not even in silence?
So timid.
It's not timidity. I just don't want to trample you.
Did you know hippos underwater become as light as feathers...
blissfully galloping amid the fauna in a sort of solitary dance?
But they do that only underwater, not above for everyone to see.
Everyone who?! Me, my timid prince?
Be careful I don't kiss you and turn you into a toad!
A timid toad at that.
Timid?
With its monotonous melody, the naughty toad of the tropics...
tries to attract the female into his grasp.
Like the monotonous gallantries from your friend Thiago.
She hesitates momentarily before the male's entreaty...
carefully considering if he is an adequate choice...
in which to transmit her genetic patrimony.
But the beaver prefers family life.
Not interested in occasional escapades, he constructs...
his abode with functional quarters for domestic cohabitation.
This species is endowed with a deep sense of social conscious...
improving the local environment through his work.
Contrary to the human race.
Of the numerous bands which inhabit the tropical regions...
the rare Heitor, Heitoris Feris, aka "honey", is without a doubt...
a very peculiar species due to its inability to perform social dances.
A domestic animal, functionally adapted for intimate habits...
the Heitor spends most of its life writing...
only seeking the female's den during the mating season.
An excellent wanderer, he is endowed with size 11 feet...
large and powerful...
which function as a paddle to step down on the accelerator of his car...
despite their low resistance for the rough ground at home.
Another typical trait is the two fingers united around a pen...
or poised over the computer keyboard.
Physical characteristic which enable him to nimbly delve...
into his thoughts to fish for ideas.
Preoccupied with the fate of Heitor, naturalists from around the world...
have been effectively campaigning against its extinction...
transferring the Heitor to the den of the female veterinary...
a place where the quite fragile species feels to be protected.
Now that I have a truelove, I return to bygone myths...
adding others to those love has forged before.
Becoming myself the most radiant myth of all.
And carved in shadows I am and am not, but am.
But evermore I am, I who did not know me...
and tired of myself imagined the world a tormented vacuum...
a system of errors.
The ancient mornings dawn once again those I had never lived...
as they never smiled on me.
- What's this? - A magic present for you.
You like it?
- Are you proposing to me? - No!
I'd spend my whole life with you.
They say life is short, Heitor.
How about 30 years?
- Heitor... - 20.
10.
5. OK, we'll make it 3.
- Will we be together next month? - Stop it!
Want to have dinner with me tonight?
The view is so pretty from here.
God sent me a truelove in my maturity...
when fruit are either not picked or know the worm.
God - or perhaps the Devil - sent me this mature love...
and I thank the one and the other, as I have a truelove.
Will I make it?
Will I make it by this traffic light?
3 cars up... it's going to turn red again. Go on!
Figure it out. If 2 make it by...
and the 3rd squeezes by, I could get by on the yellow!
Am I asking too much?
2 cars in a country with 35,099,960 drivers.
Me in this traffic, at an altitude of 2,500 feet, 548 miles from Brasilia.
In the largest city in Latin America...
second only to Mexico City...
the largest financial center, largest subway network in the country...
the most cars, telephones, radios, TV channels, hotels...
pets, stressed out people, couples arguing...
70% of which trying in vain to settle things over the phone...
29% accepting separation, and 1% heading towards their lovers...
to try to revert the situation against all statistics.
The heart is a concave and muscular organ.
In adults, it can be compared with the size of a fist.
The heart is also a resistant muscle which has a mind of its own.
In ventricular fibrillation, the ventricles are...
in an intense, uncontrolled and unorganized electric activity.
When leaving home, he realized that the rain...
spelled a word with no nexus on the pavement stone.
He didn't realize that he realized that the rain which fell
didn't fall on the street where he walked.
It was the rain he brought from inside the house.
It was the rain which wet...
his silence so wet on the stone that he carried.
A deep silence like a mine, explosive and wordless...
almost a thread of conversation in the nexus of his day...
on each of the corners on which he turned.
Outside the house, dry on the sidewalk...
My son was born. In this unlikely city, happiness has come.
Happiness has come.
The moment I took him in my arms, I already loved him.
A love which was already there.
Like a second chance at life, in this unlikely city.
Flowers bloom.
He realized that he realized at the peak of his anger...
that the rain no longer fell...
on the waters he imagined.
- No, no need. - No time at all.
C'mon, help me do my job.
- Here - Thanks!
- Got any change? - No thanks!
- Some change for my lunch. - No, thank you!
Call it quits.
I'm not sure I even love you anymore.
What's that?
- There's someone else. - No, there isn't!
- It's Thiago, isn't it? - Great idea! I'll just call him up.
Julia! You ready?
I'm coming.
- Let's go to the theater! - Hold it, Thiago!
Come, Desdemona. I have but an hour of love...
of worldly matters and direction to spend with thee.
We must obey the time.
Stop talking like that.
What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond...
but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
"Not in my virtue", my ass!
Enough, Thiago!
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.
He who spends a bootless grief robs himself.
OK, Julia.
You know, I sort of miss Prof. Arthur!
Now that I'm a real actor...
I see just how much I loved our theater group.
Me, asking you every rehearsal to go out.
I used to rehearse just how I'd do it...
but you never even looked at me.
At least we used to rehearse a lot.
All I really wanted was to fall in love.
What can a creature do except, among other creatures, love?
Love and forget...
love and dislove, love, unlove, love?
Always, even when starry eyed, love?
What's this?
- Sexy! - Gross!
Asshole! Did you see that?
- No, I didn't. What'd he do? - Asshole! "Sexy!"
It's impossible to be happy alone
I saw the venereal ones, the venerated Bacchantes.
And then this unknown god...
makes flow a fountain of wine.
They gorge.
They signal for the bacchanal to begin!
He does not know it is his day today!
- Heitor! - Professor, what a pleasure!
- Nice to see you. - Nice to see you!
You leaving, Professor? Aren't you going to stay for the second half?
Hold it!
I'd like to introduce you to some kids, ex-drama students of mine.
Paulo, Catarina, Carmen, Thiago, Julia.
This is Prof. Heitor Feris, literature professor and important author.
Yes, a very important author.
Julia was our best Desdemona! She was strangled...
257 times before leaving us for veterinary school.
I'm unhappy, but I can amuse that who I am...
by pretending to be someone else.
Excuse me, I think this sock is yours.
- It was under the chair. - Thank you.
Everything is so dark.
Seems like we don't move at all.
That's right, you don't move at all.
Traffic has come to standstill in the metropolitan area.
On Paulista Avenue, traffic has completely stopped in both lanes.
Give me some money.
Already time for bed, huh?
What time is it?
Look at your watch.
7:30.
Time enough for my Julia to have already called my rival Thiago.
If she'd do something like that to me.
If she were going to call Thiago, she'd have done it already.
That you don't know.
- I'm tired. - Is that so?
Did you know that when we sleep we get closer to the stars?
They live in another time.
The light coming from a star can take light-years to reach us.
When you see a star shining...
it might not even exist anymore.
A star
in the sky is born Every time you smile
A star
In the sky goes out Every time you cry
And the opposite too
If a star doesn't shine When a tear falls from your eye
LIFE IS DECEIT
Traffic has lightened up a bit. The person who was hit by a car...
causing traffic jam has been removed to the hospital.
Traffic has calmed down.
Calmed down?
No way.
Traffic conditions have improved.
But humans haven't.
Drivers should avoid this exit.
- Conditions are good. - Did she call him?
Did she call him?
The situation could get a little worse. Don't deceive yourself.
She did call him.
Hey, boss, how about a monster?!
A monster? Where's the flower vendor?
I've only got monsters.
Why don't you take one to your girlfriend? Look how cute!
- Take one home to the kids. - No, thanks.
- Don't want one? They're on sale! - Thanks.
Get your monster, cheap!
Tonight seems darker than the other nights.
At night, our eyes are transformed into headlights...
which only see the twin stars of the oncoming headlights.
Everything else is darkness.
It seems that I just head deeper into a river of impossible lights.
I don't even know if I want to see Julia anymore.
I'd like it better if she were heading in my direction.
In reality, I wish Julia was running towards me right now!
Julia, my love! I knew you'd come.
When leaving home, he noticed that the rain spelled...
a word with no nexus on the pavement stone.
He didn't realize that he realized that the rain which fell...
didn't fall on the street where he walked.
It was the rain he brought from inside the house.
It was the rain which wet his silence so wet...
on the stone that he carried.
A deep silence like a mine, explosive and wordless...
almost a thread of conversation in the nexus of his day...
on each of the corners on which he turned.
Outside the house, dry on the sidewalk...
he realized that he realized at the peak of his anger...
that the rain no longer fell on the waters he imagined.
The headlights see you too Julia.
And the time? What time is it?
When I cross the headlights, I keep wondering if it isn't you.
And you might be thinking it's me too.
Eyes, words. And the fact that I love you.
SENTIMENTS ADRIFT Everything is in motion.
JUST GO FORWARD TO LIVE
Forward in a straight line, towards everything we love.
Julia! Julia!
- Good evening. - Good evening.
I need something for a headache. Do you have aspirin?
Yes, I do. Just a second.
$2.
- Thank you. - For nothing.
I saw starry archipelagos with delirious skies opening in dreams.
The storm blessed my awakening!
Of course, none of this helps me solve my problem.
Julia, what are you doing now?
Where do you think you're going?
- I'm going... - Quiet!
You're not going anywhere. You're lost.
You're leaving.
Listen to what I'm going to tell you.
You're lost in this dark jungle...
in this hellish city without sun nor exit.
Listen! Can't you see you're in the middle of life and death?
Give me your watch.
It's useless for you, hand it over.
Thanks... and now go.
Leave! But don't look at me.
Look inside, look at yourself.
Wake up!
Wake up inside!
Leave quietly. Don't say anything.
Think about her.
Go!
Julia!
- What's this? - A magic present for you.
Like it?
Magic is being here with you now.
Now and the 3 wonderful years we've spent together.
3 years? How about another 2?
2? How about another 10?
- 20. - 30.
I'll be a little old by then.
I'd spend the rest of my life with you.
They say life is short, you know.
Stop that! Stay here!
Julia!
It's so hard to cross the space toward you.
Victim with poly-traumatism...
hit by car.
Serious damage to liver, hemorrhage.
Cardiac frequency falling.
The closest hospital is Santa Casa.
If the night is exceptionally beautiful...
an attentive eye can make out a whitish band...
with a luminosity, which spreads out through the firmament.
For a long time, the Milky Way remained a mystery...
which astronomers preferred to ignore, considering it...
an emanation from earth, which floated in the heavens.
The Milky Way sustains the night.
Without it, fragments of darkness would crash on us from above.
- These are for you! - Thank you. Come in.
How's everything? You OK?
I've got a headache. Want some coffee?
No thanks, I'd prefer tea.
I'm going to make some coffee, sit down.
- Where's Thiago? - What Thiago?
- Didn't you call Thiago? - Heitor, don't start.
I've got a headache.
- Want some tea? - No, I'd prefer some coffee.
I'm going to make tea, sit down.
- I'll get it. - I'll get it, Heitor!
- I'll get it! - I'm coming!
How do you get out of here?
Shit! The batteries are dead.
Now it's over for good.
I can't talk anymore.
I won't stop.
STOP No, I won't stop!
I want to get there and know what's happening.
There's no way you called that son of a bitch.
Answer the phone, Julia! I've got to talk to you!
Answer!
You'll answer your cell phone.
Answer the phone, my love!
Answer! Can't you hear me calling?
- Hi, this is Julia. - Voicemail, no!
You've got to be at home!
What?
You must be talking to Thiago. Can't you hear me calling?
Is the dog yours?
Hold it! Wait, don't be afraid! Come here!
In reality, Laika's real name was Kudriavka...
which means "fuzzy" in Russian.
She became known all over the world as Laika...
which wasn't her name but her breed...
a type of Eskimo dog.
Laika was the first living creature to enter orbit around earth...
on November 3, 1957, in Sputnik 2.
The astronaut dog remained 1 0 days in orbit...
until its oxygen supply gave out and it died.
The capsule with Laika's body in it...
orbited the earth 2,370 times in 130 days...
after which it reentered earth's atmosphere.
Victim entering hypovolemic shock, bleeding a lot.
The cardiac monitor shows a fibrillation.
Stop the ambulance, Guilhermino!
Prepare defibrillator.
Defibrillator ready.
Step back, I'm going to unload.
- Go ahead! - OK, positive. Charge!
- EMT squad here. - Go ahead, doctor.
I've got a patient here hit by a car with poly-traumatism.
Major wound in the region around his liver with heavy bleeding.
We initiated CPR procedures a while back, without success.
Positive, no response.
Heitor?
Sleeping in front of the TV again, son?
- I was watching Tom and Jerry. - At this time of night?
So, you're the mouse I'm going to get you.
Come here!
I'm going to get you!
Let's go to bed, son!
- Oh, no! - Oh, yes!
Get your slippers there.
I'm not sleeping yet.
Once upon a time there was this sheep.
Once upon a time there was this other sheep.
And a third...
and a fourth.
How many sheep does Heitor need to fall asleep?
Stay mom!
Heaven doesn't begin where the stars shine...
nor where the clouds float.
Heaven touches the tops of the trees and the grass at our feet.
Help me.
Help me, Julia!
EMT squad here.
Positive, doctor. Poly-traumatism. Major lymphatic lesion.
Unhappily we were unable to resuscitate him.
Heitor, I'm here!
IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER MY GUIDING STAR IN THE SKY
"THE MILKY WAY"