The Milky Way (A Via Láctea) (A Via Láctea)

Traffic is heavy an Bandeirantes Avenue...

near Ari Torres Bridge.

An alternative route is to take a right an Independence Avenue...

then down Vieira DE Moraes...

towards the airport.

We've also got problems an Paulista Avenue...

in the direction of Consolacao.

For those going downtown you can try another route...

Let's go on location now.

Goad afternoon, Sheila Magalhaes.

Our reporters are already at their posts an 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

Heifer!

Heitor, I'm here!

Heifer!

I'm here!

Heifer!

- 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 any more.

I don't know, maybe we should just...

I think we should call it quits.

I'm not sure I even love you any more.

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!

Heitor!

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 lave me any more?

And to think that today I wrote a chapter about lave.

Words seemed so docile this morning.

Word: savage object!

To kill the wrong ward...

only a hug will do...

when nothing is said.

Traffic.

It's drizzling again and traffic barely moves an Paulista Avenue...

in the direction of Cansolacao and Paraiso.

Dr. Arnaldo has practically stopped up until Alameda Campinas.

A pedestrian was run over near number 3400.

The left lane has been blacked 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': 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 an the profound lave that the male...

repentant and facing the possibility of lass...

is sure he feels for the female.

What if Julia's not at home?

This traffic, it doesn't move.

Youth prefers youth.

Gad sent me a truelove in my maturity...

when fruit are either not picked or know the worm.

Gad - or perhaps the Devil...

sent me this mature lave...

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!

It is impossible to be happy alone!

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.

- Joao Cabral DE Melo Neto. - No.

Gregorio 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!

Touche! 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, common!

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.