Don't help me.
Watch me, that's all.
If only you knew what I did to be beautiful.
I don't know how to repay you...
How to thank you.
I want you to come with me.
I have a brother, Eduardo, who will take care of me.
I want him to thank you, to give you something.
What's that?
You want your ball back?
Yes.
Go on.
Anna...
Anna!
His brother is older. Maybe 18, 20...
Do you know him?
Tonight... How do I say it?
He's going somewhere. With people.
Do what you can. Find him, his family.
He shouldn't go.
The alarm went off and they drove away.
They had an accident.
The two in the front died instantly.
Our son was in the back. He's hurt, but it's not serious.
I'm sorry. Really.
We should have listened.
You saw the accident.
You warned us. The girl came...
I don't know...
It came like that. A feeling.
We thought you were crazy. We shouldn't have.
At the same time,
we still told him.
Maybe that's why he sat in the back.
We shouldn't have laughed at you.
It's OK. I can do it.
A man came by this morning.
You were out shopping.
I think his name's Clement.
He was worried about some problems at work.
His factory...
The workers put down their machinery.
He could go bankrupt.
Someone wants to hurt him.
Someone close, someone who works with him.
He needs to know or he'll lose his factory.
He needs to open his eyes.
He needs to do it now.
Of course, he won't want to hear it.
He won't believe it.
He won't doubt those around him.
What is it?
I know you'll always love me.
- And how do you know that? - I just know it.
Didn't you know it before?
I guess I should say yes.
My first husband died 10 years ago.
I'm 32. I have a daughter.
We live alone. It's not always fun.
And also... he was already married in a church.
And I married my husband who died.
If I remarry... who will be my real husband?
This is all I can give you.
I want to know if I'm making a mistake.
- Don't look at me like that. - Sorry.
I just want to say...
I want to tell you...
What?
We can do something for you.
For my appearance, is that it?
I don't know what I want yet.
I think I'll just stay this way.
I don't want to do anything. I'll see.
I can't see myself, anyway.
So I don't care.
You received a lot of letters.
I read some of them.
They're beautiful.
I'm a simple man.
I don't expect to understand. Some things are beyond me.
If others are interested, why not?
If you have a gift...
...you have to give.
I don't know what's going on. But my daughter is happy with you.
I'm glad to see her that way.
- What's Anna like? - She's my daughter.
My own daughter.
I'm nothing. It's her.
Me...
All I want...
Don't speak about me. Nothing.
I don't want to know.
Not if I die, not if I win the lottery.
I want peace.
I don't understand.
Help me.
Why do I have this?
Tell me. I'm ready to hear.
I don't know.
But if you have a gift, you have to give.
Here...
Thank you.
You have something more beautiful than money.
More beautiful than yourselves.
It's a big chance.
There's a statue.
It protects you.
I see water.
You'll be healed there.
You don't know you're sick.
Lots of water.
It might be autumn.
The leaves aren't the same.
Someone will be unhappy.
He'll be the strongest in the end.
Dear Eduardo...
I couldn't send news. I don't know what to say.
I don't know where I am.
But I'm safe here.
I'm living wlth a young girl, Anna.
She takes care of me.
I don't know why. She's a gift.
Since I've lost my eyesight, I can't see her.
The only thing I know is that you and I won't see each other.
Don't make this a drama.
I'll never see anyone again. And I wish no one could see me.
What was my life?
It has changed violently.
But I'm happy sometimes.
Beautiful things come and I speak them.
I remember you as beautiful, my brother.
Don't worry about me. Nothing is in our hands anymore.
Tiresia.
Anna...
I can't find the chair!
Anna, where are you?
I saw Anna.
She was with boys her own age. They seemed nice.
It's a nice age.
My son's age. I have a 16-year-old son.
I'd like to see him hanging out with boys his own age.
But my son doesn't do anything.
All day in his room, doesn't speak.
When I speak, he doesn't respond.
For the past two months.
I don't know what to do.
I drove a long way to get here.
Yes, I know.
What do you think I should do?
What I think isn't important. I only translate.
Then translate for me.
My wife can't sleep. I don't know what to do.
Speak, tell me something.
I came for my son.
He says nothing, does nothing. He won't go to school.
He won't see his girlfriend, stays in his room.
So I'll tell you...
A real drama awaits you back home.
Your son is dead.
He threw himself out of the window.
I didn't want to tell you.
I accept my destiny.
You must accept yours.
My God, you're a monster.
You're the devil.
You're a whore.
Clement is waiting at the door.
Because he lost his factory.
Dear Tiresia, the prophet...
Others suffer and seek salvation.
How I would like to be you. You seek what's beyond destiny.
No need to worry. There's no prophet, no oracle.
Just local legend, rumours.
This isn't about prophecy, but a miracle.
A miracle?
That man who has leukaemia...
Simon.
Two weeks ago, he saw Tiresia. He told him he would be healed.
- And he was? - Yes.
Anna?
- Am I disturbing you? - Anna...
Anna, please leave us.
I want you to go out.
My name's Francois.
I've heard a lot about you.
People care for you.
I ask nothing. They give me things.
They help because I can't work.
It's nice of them.
When they come, you speak to them.
We talk, that's all.
I think I need to see you, too.
No one needs to see me.
People come, that's how it is.
I'd like to know what you see about me.
I don't see anything.
Goodbye.
Father...
How did you know I was a priest?
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
I'm sorry. I can't take your confession.
I know it's a sin.
Roses aren't God's invention.
Man took what God created and transformed them.
I thank God that I'm here today.
And not when roses didn't exist.
It's wine.
Thank you.
I couldn't come empty-handed.
Can I ask you something?
Yes.
How long have you been blind?
I had an accident a while back.
I'm sorry.
What happened?
I can't remember.
You can't or you don't want to say?
I can't remember.
Do you suffer?
We get used to everything. So I got used to this, too.
I'm well cared for here. I was taken in.
People try to give me the best life possible.
You say you see things? Things which will happen?
Those things happen. But I don't make miracles.
Alright.
Tell them I don't do miracles.
I'll tell them.
You must.
What do you see?
What does an oracle see?
A sentence comes, that's all.
And then what?
Then I speak it.
Does it come in a precise way?
I don't understand.
Do you decide anything?
When it comes? Who should hear it?
I don't know.
People are there. Words come...
I speak.
Do you understand the words?
No need to be afraid.
I'm not afraid.
You remind me of a painting I own.
A woman seated on a sofa.
She stands out. The sofa and wall are one colour.
She wears a black dress. Her black hair is in a bun.
Fine features, thin neck and wrists.
Hands folded, she's leaning.
Her pose is somewhat twisted.
Her face is long and slightly odd.
Can't tell if she's smiling or judging.
Maybe just an unimportant scene from a salon. Maybe not.
An impression she sees something that we don't.
Like she's mocking.
Maybe just cynical or disillusioned.
I'm nothing like that woman.
I had an accident. I lost my sight.
I was taken in.
I'm fine here. Safe and well-cared for.
That's all.
No, there's something else.
I don't know.
Let's say I can't lie.
Even if telling the truth is difficult.
How do you know you tell the truth?
I just know, that's all.
- Letters from locals? - Yes.
May I?
Go on.
You don't open them.
As I said, I don't decide.
Precisely... Here's something.
A short poem by Omar Khayam.
I'll read it to you.
The blind considered Khayam to be wise and intelligent.
"The circle we cross reveals not,
"Neither beginning nor end.
"Nothing pronounces the truth:
"From where we come is where we go!
"The Master created all things,
"But why condemn them to imperfection?
"If their images prove ugly, whose fault is it?
"And if beautiful, why seek their ruin?"
You know, I'm just a whore from Brazil.
I don't understand all you say.
That's why I mentioned my painting.
One can't be above things and want to transform them.
Let things be as written.
I was transformed. I didn't choose.
That's different.
But you still made a choice.
I'm not sure.
Do you suffer because of your physique?
That's unimportant.
Not true. That can't be said.
I'm talking about me.
I was from the favela slums.
I always knew my life would be different from other boys.
But I didn't choose, not even that.
It was there.
It took a lot of work.
It was my own war.
I became a woman, then a whore.
Little boys who become women...
they become whores.
Then a man tore out my eyes.
Now I have a gift.
So I give.
I don't see the wrong in that.
All of you look at me, thinking it's more, it's a great joy.
But it's a celebration in despair. No one sees that.
I can't decide.
That's how it is. I decide nothing.
I told you, I decide nothing.
I'm just like that.
Nothing I can do about it.
I live with that. I accept it.
I feel I speak the truth.
The truth is a force.
I told you, my life changed violently.
Sometimes I feel happy.
They trust me with the trivial.
They trust Tiresia with their souls.
A horrible night which seems endless.
A real priest is never liked.
I believe people like me enough.
Tiresia said my pride would soon pass.
That what I thought was an ulcer was only temporary.
But I would have a dental problem.
I feel lost.
I don't understand it all.
I just take it.
Now I see separate things
seem to be connected.
You need to take it easy.
Why fight in the street?
Don't be so touchy.
You don't have papers.
You need to be discreet.
I talked to Mum.
They're preparing Arsenio's departure.
They send you a kiss.
You should call her.
She says you never call.
You listening, mule?
I'm listening.
Thanks.
Don't you want to have sex?
No.
I'm a whore.
I don't believe so.
Yes, I'm a whore.
I'll undress. We'll have sex.
Alright?
Come here.
More beautiful than the others?
Yes.
Your skin is soft again.
My hands are too big.
I don't think so.
They are.
Show me.
They're beautiful.
Small hands are vulgar.
But I have a penis.
I know.
- You like my faults. - Yes.
Even up close.
So you love me?
Yes, I love you.
Please, let me go.
Please.
Eduardo.
I'm scared.
I don't want to go back.
Why did this happen?
Mary, I want to feel your hand in mine.
It's inside me.
Maybe I can hear it.
Anna will be the mother of Christ.
There's no beginning, no end. No witness.
We're just a part of things that go on.
It opens here.
See what's there. The key...
Put the key in and turn.
It opens.
Like that.