I love You (Eu Te Amo) (Eu Te Amo)

Something strange happened today at the House of Representatives.

During a plenary session

an unbearable odor...

starting exuding from under the Speaker of the House's rostrum.

Workers dug a hole in the Parliament building...

and found, terrified...

a shapeless, filthy blob... in the heart Brasilia.

Some journalists...

claimed that it was... the end of Brazilian "miracle".

But Serginho...

the head janitor said:

At last the great national shit has shown its ugly face."

Unfortunately...

Congressman Alfredo Chalupe, fell into the hole...

and died on the spot.

At his funeral were liberal Ministers...

housewives, and Indians with cassette recorders.

A colorful moment was provided by Neide...

a famous gay Congressperson...

a famous gay Congressperson...

who sang at the graveside...

the song "Babalu"...

to console the government officials in attendance.

Meanwhile, in Nova lguagu...

I LOVE YOU

You know how you make me feel?

Like I am obeying orders...

like you always wanted me to leave you...

so that you could cry like this afterwords!

"She left me!"

- Don't leave me, Barbara. - And the factory?

You always wanted it to go bankrupt...

so that you could say "I'm ruined."

Barbara, I have nothing left. Only this apartment...

and 1,200 boxes full of anatomic bras.

I don't know how a sophisticated man like myself...

could join such a ridiculous business.

That's enough. Carlos is waiting for me.

He has to change batteries today.

I can't understand why you fell in love...

with a man that has a pacemaker.

It's not only Carlos!

Everything can die at any time.

And you...

You make me feel like...

you and I are performing a crazy drama!

Barbara...

I adore you.

Don't leave me.

It's no use, Paulo. It's over!

Now turn off that damn videotape.

Forget the videotape.

I don't love you anymore.

It's sad... but things end.

Give me...!

Give me...

- Monica? - Yes.

I'm that wonderful guy that asked your number yesterday.

Listen... I'd like to see you.

Why don't you come over and listen to some music?

I don't know...

- Are you sad? - No, I'm half crazy...

I mean, I'm hoarse..

Tell me, what is you name again?

Paulo.

A shitty country, Oliveira!

Stupid people... they- re all a bunch of small time thieves.

This country is a barbecue. We are all mediocre.

Cowards. You, for example, you are an idiot.

Wait, you don't understand.

That's not what I meant. I didn't mean to insult you.

I'm an imbecile, too. I'm speaking metaphorically.

You really are an idiot!

Can't you see I'm using metaphors?

I know, Oliveira.

You developed the new glazed tile...

resembling old, beat- up tile. That's not what I mean.

Can I speak, please?

Doesn't anyone in this country understand me?

What I mean is we don't exist.

Brazil is a delusion. Only the people exist.

Petit bourgeois fools like you...

OK, like me...

Petit bourgeois fools like me don't exist.

The factory, for instance...

Do you know how long it took to disappear?

30 seconds.

The Minister was bribed to favor a foreign group.

Now...

me... here...

37 years old... without shit...

Only this apartment, that's not paid for.

I don't even know if I'll be able to pay for it.

And what is in it?

1,200 packages of anatomic bras.

A bank account with 150,000 cruzeiros.

And I'm cuckolded.

My wife ran away with my doctor.

A cardiac cardiologist.

With a transistorized heart. Sometimes at night...

he picks up Radio Cidade.

And listens to soft FM music.

He broadcasts classical music in FM.

I'll tell you something.

I may be wrong...

but I'm looking for palpability.

Palpability... Right, sort of...

concrete things. I want to live the real.

I don't want to live any more lies.

I won't work, I won't do a damn thing.

I'll stay in this apartment, selling everything.

I'm going to enjoy what interests me.

Photography, astronomy, poetry...

A woman's at the door. Wait a second.

You're different today.

- Do you think so? - Yes.

Be at home.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Oliveira, my position in the stock market is excellent!

Sell all Vale shares, and buy Petrobras.

No, send the dollars to Switzerland.

Yes, petrodollars!

Marry me, Ulysses. Please.

Marry you? How?

Do you think my life is an adventure?

No, I have a wife. The poor thing...

My son is graduating in Agronomy.

And my daughter is getting married.

Do you think I can, Maria? Tell me, can I?

I can't stand waiting anymore, Ulysses.

You're like a dream.

I see you only once in life... and again after death.

Don't you know that astronauts go insane?

I'm insane too.

I can't understand anything. My life's all mixed up.

Monrovia, Manaus, New York, Hong Kong...

I'm miserable.

My destiny is to keep flying.

Off to Tokyo. The plane's waiting. A Jumbo, dammit!

It's over between us!

I'll belong to anyone, except you!

I hope my damn plane crashes in an Asian desert...

and only my jaw is found!

I want to be identified by my chin...

in an Asian desert. Goodbye, Maria.

I'll go to bed with the first man I see!

- Take me to an Asian desert! - Women are a problem!

- Problem... - They are trouble, Captain.

I have 4 or 5 of them. Sometimes I have to hit them...

so that they toe the line.

They have to bring me what's mine, Captain.

You're the brick that's missing on my building.

I want to eat you, honey.

You're the medicine the doctor prescribed.

What's your phone number, doll?

Bye, Oliveira.

Invest in Tokyo's open market.

You're gorgeous in that dress.

Know when I last wore this dress?

13 years ago.

I wore at the prom.

I was 15. My uncle recited:

"The bud is opening, but the rose is closed."

But I wasn't a virgin anymore.

Lost my virginity at 12. With a carpenter out back.

He was old, ugly, dirty. He got me off with his hand.

He had filthy nails.

He made me dizzy...

Super dizzy...

I was 12 years old and fucked him.

He used to drive me crazy.

Afterwords, it made me sick.

But in the afternoon, when mama went out...

every day, I would go and ask for it.

He drove me crazy!

"Closed rose" my ass!

It opened long before.

And what really drove me crazy...

was having to go to a Catholic school.

I used to think:

"I am crazy."

And the other girls praying...

talking about boys touching their tits.

And me... in Uncle Tom's Cabin!

I didn't take a good look at you yesterday. I was high.

Neither did I. I was crying.

I had been beaten by a client.

A client?

Yes... a man...

An old man, a Boeing pilot" limp.

And why the formal gown?

In a formal gown you're always dressed up.

In a public toilet, a fleabag hotel...

and at the State Department.

I don't know a damn thing about my life anymore...

I can be here now, later in a trash heap.

So I dress up.

Life is hard.

Look at my little box. I have everything in it.

Needle, thread, razor blade...