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First time.

I am a single child,

my mother died when I was 3 years-old.

My father died

My father never married again,

he raised me alone.

I have nobody else.

Nothing more.

You have nothing more?

I have studied.

Graduated.

I'm a teacher, but during all these years,

what I've done was to look after my father.

I used to read for him.

He was a writer,

but never published a book.

He used to write for himself, not for publishing.

Sick,

penniless,

lonely.

Rigorous life.

He was a disabled person.

And this is why I loved him.

He needed me,

depended on me.

He was like a child,

but he was more than a child for me.

He was a religion, my own breath.

The air I used to breathe was he.

I would kill for him!

No.

The love, if it exists, is something very real and deep.

How long have you been in trouble?

A long time.

How many years?

About 3 years.

Tell me the truth.

You've just been released from a hospital

or from a prison!

From which one?

Why do you want to know?

To help you.

Help...

I was arrested for robbery;

I stole a jewelry and gave it in pledge.

I was arrested that very day.

You could have done it better.

So, this is your first day out of prison.

When your father died, were you arrested?

Yes.

Nothing lasts in this world,

neither our problems.

You told me your name,

and I told you mine,

it's enough.

Let's live.

Together, soon we'll know everything about us,

about ourselves.

While I live, nothing you shall want,

you won't ever be alone.

I won't leave you.

"Guaratiba,

Guaratuba,

means "the home of the herons",

it's a sequence of the Sepetiba seashore,

which advances through the continent

between the two branches of the massif of the Pedra Branca,

comprehending a flat ground embroidered with mangroves.

The history of the seashore of Guaratiba

became notorious after September 11, 1710,

when the French pirates,

commanded by Jean Fran�ois Du-Clerc

disembark there.

Guaratiba also identifies the place where the maxim Canidae (canine)

Of our fauna runs, the "guar�",

the old unforgettable Guar�.

But the herons or the sea-ducks,

that used to be numerous in that region,

is the toponymist sense.

Sacopenup�,

or Sacop�,

means "flurry of soc�s (herons), soc�s's beach",

an allusion to the Ardeidae birds, that use to

hide their bodies under the water,

showing only the head

and part of the extraordinarily long neck,

giving though the idea of a snake

coming to the surface."

Sa-co-pan. The crime of the Sacopan?

Have you heard about? Remember?

Crime?

The crime of the Sacopan?

No, I haven't. Not a word.

"Admirable figures

produce a colossal picture made by 'the sleeping giant'

or 'the rocky giant',

engraved in the mountains that rise,

on the left of the Guanabara entrance's border.

'The rocky giant' stretches over a line

of about 20 kilometers (12,400 miles),

and emerges to the height of 700 meters (21,000 feet),

shaping a colossal picture,

which imposes us, and amazes us

facing its extension,

its perfect engravings,

and much more for the incommensurable perspective

predicted by its eximious engravers.

Looking attentively upon the immense picture,

is easy for us to find out that the giant unfolds

like as an enchantment,

between two very distinctive figures:

On the left we espy the son of the man,

and on the right it reveals us the majestic visage,

whitish, the great priest.

The Tijuca Mountains shape the faces of the gigantic figure;

the Dois Irm�os (Two Brothers), the chest;

the counters of the Corcovado give it the torso and the legs;

and finally, the Sugar Loaf lends the feet.

The Dois Irm�os Mountain forms the chest of the Giant.

Maybe the name of it remains from the faces of the Giant.

The Giant has two.

Two.

Two faces.

Two.

"The chemistry

is the material manifestation

of the metaphysical.

Our Indians used to be eximious poison experts,

strong poisons, Hercules poisons."

Such important things are the poisons.

"One of the much usual and known poison

is the Tucupi: The brandy of the tapioca root.

So active this poison, the Tucupi,

that in brief hours kills those who drink it.

Even more refined is another poison called Boror�.

Used in arrows to kill each other.

Very different of the Boror� poison is the Erva do Rato,

herb of the rat, which effects are pestiferous as well.

All these poisons have their antidote,

except the herb of the rat,

that nothing is known

about its antidote."

"The Indians call 'Tangarac�' the same fructuous plant

that the Portuguese called 'Erva-do-rato'.

And they used this name with reason,

for having singular destructive and mortal faculty,

notjust for the men, but for the rats as well.

This plant is found almost everywhere in wild paths.

It is mortal as arsenic.

There is so high poisoning potency,

also in the leaves as especially in the flowers and seeds

that they kill immediately when eaten.

Its very root, grated, is its antidote."

"Its very root, grated, is its antidote."

"So far that Nature itself has infused in the same plant

the poison and its antidote.

Warn though its usage:

There is a present poison."

"The feather fan a slave lures.

Candle awaits her outside.

Obscures the petrous eyes a sphinx transforms

the sleeping queen into forms,

but Cleopatra awakes.

And all, looking at her awaking, shakes in ring,

amazes, and admires her.

Faints the light, the star fades in the skies.

The sphinx itself moves and sighs.

Awakes, and the torso arching,

the lovely conceits Opulent bosom, sensually oscillates and beats.

The opening eyelid and, a name it says

the radiant splendor of the pupil displays."

"A legend says that, in the beginning of the world,

a man called Con came from the North,

and who was boneless.

A boneless man,

without skeleton."

Skeleton.

"Without skeleton."

Don't you like these Indians?

You will be like them.

I have to be used to this idea.

Only for the two of us,

you and me.

- Just the two of us? - Yes.

"Hercules, the greatest figure of the classical mythology,

when a child, smashed with his hands

two dreadful serpents sent to kill him.

He had an exquisite education.

He learnt the nice letters with Linus, Apollo's son.

At 18 years-old, he killed a lion!

In the vestibules of Hell, he killed the Hydra of Lerna,

a monstrous reptile, dweller of the swamps.

This Hercules,

this Hercules, came to Brazil."

Hercules? In Brazil?

I didn't know.

He traveled round here.

He left his clue here.

The clues.

I know Hercules's routes.

He crossed two mountains,

Gibraltar.

He crossed the desert,

Sahara.

He navigated in the ocean.

Atlantic.

He arrived here.

Here he realized many achievements.

The Hercules's deeds!

Hercules's footsteps!

He hasn't been here. He is here.

Hercules there, Hercules today,

Hercules now, Hercules at once.

It's better to be unknown than badly known.

Hercules...

Hercules.

Hercules!

Hercules, Hercules.

Hercules.

Hercules!

Hercules.

Hercules...

Hercules.

Hercules...

Hercules.

There is a rat gnawing our photos.

A rat?

How's it?

Many photos are corroded,

bitten;

there are teeth marks on them.

Teeth?

Why don't we get a cat?

A cat? Which cat? What for?

A kitten to catch this rat.

What kind of cat?

Which color?

I don't know. A stray. A hunting cat.

There is a Persian cat with a tail like this.

Like this?

No. It's too much.

A rat. A cat.

And then? No.

This beast must be stopped.

I want to catch this rat alive!

Alive? What do you want with him?

I want him alive!

Alive.

We had done.

But something lasts,

let's continue.

More.

Would you like something?

Something from you to you?

Yours?

No, I want nothing, I'm all right.

You should want it.

Want?

Want what?

Another one.

Someone to see you.

What?

No way!

Never! I've never thought of that.

No!

Not a single time?

Isn't it possible?

- Look. I... - Don't say a word.

I have a gift for you.

A gift? For me?

I am happy with you. I swear!

I want you to choose what pleases you the most,

what you like the most.

Like it?

Yes.

Now we have a spectator.

A spectator!

- Are you happy? - Yes.

Do you think one spectator

is enough, only one?

More than one? Isn't it the end?

No, it's endless.

It's me, my love. I want.

Done by (c) dCd / November 2010