All language subtitles for [SubtitleTools.com] Filme.de.Amor.AKA.A.Love.Movie.2003

Marker-

What's the number?

8-C-1, first, marker, end-

Attention- Sound's on-
Rolling-

- Camera?
- 8-E-1, first- Camera-

Marker-

Okay, whenever you want, Julio-

Sound-

Scene 56, plane 3, take 1-

Action!

Next bus leaving at 1 1--32 am-

Saracuruna via Gramacho,
platform 12, line M-

Leaving to Belford Roxo-

"LOVE MOVIE"
Leaving to Belford Roxo,
platform 12, line L---

leaving at 12--10 am-

Boarding only on the first five cars-

WOMAN

- Aren't you gonna have it cut?
- Sit down-

- What kind of haircut is this?
- I know- It's awful-

I was tired of it-
I got the scissors and cut it out-

- There was nobody there-
- At the shop?

Yeah-

And you saw that crazy woman
who showed up-

- My God!
- Did you see her?

I told you-

- What was her name again?
- Sueli-

- Sueli!
- What a weird woman!

---found out that he is the son
of Sueli and Orlando Ribeiro-

- Sueli!
- But I knew her- I knew her-

But I liked her-
I really did-

- And then?
- Nothing- Nothing happened-

- Right! Nothing happened?
- I have enough troubles there-

I don't want---
What? What?

- Tell us what happened-
- No, I won't tell anything-

- I won't tell anything-
- Tell your story-

- Gaspar, tell your story-
- You guys won't believe the story-

- You just won't believe it-
- We're listening- Okay, and then?

You're full of crap!

But it's true!
I'm telling you-

Orlando doesn't know-

Orlando doesn't know-
Orlando doesn't know-

- He doesn't know!
- Only he knows---

But I'm gonna tell him-

- And I'll say it was you-
- Get out of here!

You know-

I don't know anything-
And you don't know, either-

You do know-

Poor Orlando---

- He is my friend-
- And he doesn't know?

No, he doesn't-

- He doesn't?
- No-

Today I have for us---

a story that's very risqué-

A double---

a trouble-

I don't know how to put it-

I'll tell you,
so we'll have a better picture-

The languages---
we've already talked about that-

Languages, as we know,
are not synonyms-

A language is a way
to sense the world---

a unique way to sense the world-

By the audible and visible things---

we get to the inaudible
and invisible ones-

I have---
prepared, cut down a text---

translated it,
with ancient elegance-

Tasty!

But then, later on,
I would like to hear something---

rude, childish, perverse-

I am being strangled---

by a---

rhinoceros-

By the skin of a rhinoceros!

And he talks to me-

He says he wants me---

he loves me-

He promises me the world!

He wants to paint my sky---

yellow!

The ace of diamonds---

is a sailor arriving from the East-

Loaded of East---

with many stories, many fantasies-

A feast!

But a suburban feast---

and its images---

we want to be
a cascading repetition!

There's a prayer,
a beautiful prayer---

by Raphael Cassinos-Assen,
which says:

"O Lord, let there not be
so much Beauty!"

He felt he was surrounded by Beauty-

Crushed by "Belleza"-

For him, Beauty was easy-
It was everywhere-

For him, every moment
was a poetic one---

and not only certain moments-

He thought the so called
"rare beauty" was fake-

I listen, I see-

And what is it I see?

I see Recife-
Buarque de Macedo bridge-

I was walking to Agra's house---

haunted by my thin shadow-

I thought about destiny
and I feared-

I remember it well---

the bridge was long---

my huge shadow
covered the bridge---

like the skin of a rhinoceros---

stretched throughout my life-

"He turns to me and kisses me-

He fingers my cunt to feel,
inside it, what he had operated---

and, not knowing what else to do,
starts to walk about the room-

Then, he pitifully grabs---

his thing and shakes it before me-

And, finding some of the cream
which was on the chimney---

grabs it and says:

'O, Olga, we have something
that'll help us a lot'-

At the same time,
squeezes some in his hand---

and rubs it on his instrument,
up and down---

to make it more slippery-"

All he had to do was spit on it!

And rub it with his hand-

"Then, he put me in position,
on a chair---

and kneeled in front of me---

and the cream helped him
get a little deeper inside-

He put me up, and forced me
on all fours on the bed---

and, having rubbed it again
with the cream---

he attacked me behind-

My dress was, then,
rolled over my back---

and making me bend over---

I presented him a nice ass-

This 'new face' moved him so much
he stopped listening to me-

He forced and pushed me
more easily than in the front-

And then, he shook so much
the ass and the head---

that he forced his way in-

As he shook back and forth,
my pleasure intensified---

languid, and not being able
to hold onto my hands---

due to the great pleasure I felt---

my arms fainted-

Then I fell on my face,
on the bed-

There is no sugar or candy
that is sweeter to the mouth-

The stings of delight became---

universal through
all my members---

and I fell almost lifeless,
in a syncope-"

A body-

Naturalized in ancient times-

Able to enjoy it-

It's a divine body-

Harpocrates,
god of Mystic Silence-

His typical gesture was
to close his mouth with his fingers-

He strangled his voice,
and with his fingers-

A typical gesture-

Inviting to silence-

The crocodile was idolized
by the ancient Egyptians---

for its "divine silence"-

I remember the first man
who seduced me-

I still get excited, to this day,
when I think about that hour---

that minute, that second-

Conquered the fiction of scruples,
he stood there---

before me, staring at me---

for hours, in silence-

Like a crocodile-

While I lay naked-

Spread wide open!

The water flowing, wet-

I was a yellow-bellied alligator-

And he stared at me until
he couldn't see- And he told me:

"The sacred blindness produces
the immediate presence of divinity"-

I used to come at that!

This man was my great-uncle-

Hilda's grandfather,
her father's father-

With no money---

with no fame---

he lived in his suburban
room, poor---

rounded by books and old papers-

He read and wrote all day long-

He read incessantly-

He didn't write to publish,
but to help himself think-

Dressed in his threadbare pajamas---

and always with a cigarette
in his mouth-

It was coffee and cigarettes,
night and day-

He would tell me repeatedly,
with his hoarse, catarrhal voice:

"The reading of certain
Renaissance texts---

by Boccaccio and 'll Lasca'---

gives us appetite to leave ourselves
open to the epiphanies of sex---

and sexual stimulation-"

He was a true gentle man!

He was over 70 years old-

And I was--- twelve-

Matilda, have you ever,
in your sleep---

dreamed of killing your husband?

Thousands of times!

Not only sleeping- I have thought
about that while I was awake-

But with anger, a cold anger---

in the same situation,
and acting the opposite---

going the other way---

obtaining, enjoying
the same pleasure---

I have wished to do what
he so frequently asked me:

to grab a man on the street
and take him to my bed---

to give myself
to a complete stranger-

For him to see!

The idea, the scene,
is rather attractive-

A stranger seen by someone
who knows you so well-

The white come overflowing
the mouth, hatred, anger---

the white drool of the main anger---

Well, the Florence humanists Bruni,
Palmieri and Policiano Laudino---

dissociate the noble wrath
from the ordinary vice---

and celebrate it as a virtue-

By a transmutation
of refined spirits---

they turn the horrid acedia---

into noble melancholy-

Love is a war---

the sweetest of all combats!

Between the Moon---

and each one of us---

there is a flow---

a motion of force, of life-

The life of each and
every one of us---

depends on the Moon-

And the Moon depends
on each one of us-

But in what way each one of us
depends on the Moon?

The Moon is the mother of darkness-

It is a clue,
an evidence of active darkness-

And we, below the waist,
we have our being in the darkness-

Below the waist,
we have no vision-

It's easy to see-

For every man kills
the thing he loves-

To know something alive
is to kill it-

You have to kill the thing
to know it completely-

For this reason, the desiring
conscience, the spirit---

it is a vampire!

Due to the scantiness
of the theme---

and the persistent attraction
it exerts on so many great artists---

it seems to demand an explanation-

But it's not rare that an apparently
insignificant theme---

incites a great master
to dwell on it---

for such challenge
puts to the test---

his gift of transfiguration-

The while whale Moby Dick---

strangely fantastic,
phantasmagoric-

A journey of the soul---

a crew of renegades,
pariahs and cannibals-

Three giant harpooners
to harpoon the white whale-

Queequeg---

islander from the South Seas---

tall, strong, covered in tattoos-

He has a small idol called Gogo-

Tashtego, redskin Indian---

who had traded buffalo hunts
for whale hunts-

Daggoo, a huge black African---

who had killed a lion using
nothing but his own hands-

"Mody Dick" is the doom
of North America-

The doom of what?

"Doom of our white day-

And the doom is in America-

The doom of our white day-

He knew his white soul doomed-

His great white epoch doomed-

Himself doomed-

The idealist doomed-

The spirit doomed-

What, then, is Moby Dick?

He is the deepest blood-being
of the white race-"

Look ye, Starbuck---

all visible objects are
but as pasteboard masks-

Some inscrutable
yet reasoning thing---

puts forth the molding
of their features-

The white whale tasks me---

he heaps me-

Yet he is but a mask-

'Tis the thing behind the mask
I chiefly hate---

the malignant thing that has
plagued and frightened Man---

since time began-

The thing that mauls
and mutilates our race---

not killing us outright,
but letting us live on---

with half a heart and half a lung-

God keep us skippers on-

The ugliest animal on Earth
is the white man!

For me, what is right
is actually wrong-

And what is wrong
is actually right-

What?
What are you looking at?

You are--- so beautiful-

I want you to take me
to the zoo---

to the monkeys cage,
and throw bananas to me-

Banana-prata, banana-ouro-

You like dogs, don't you?

I do-

But do you like all kinds of dogs?

I do- I like animals-

I had a dog once-
He hated me-

One day, he bit me-
And I shot it dead!

Well, I am who I am
because my dogs know me-

The worst punishment I'll give you
is not spanking you

Because I know you enjoy it

There's no one
calmer than I am

Nor there's bigger pleasure
than seeing you tease me

The worst punishment I'll give you
is not spanking you

Because I know you enjoy it

There's no one
calmer than I am

Nor there's bigger pleasure
than seeing you tease me

Not paying attention
to your ill will

Hasn't cost me much

I will sing in verses
your perverse instincts

This is yet another punishment
I give you

Do you hear me, Shadow?

You're not going to kill
the man I love!

I've changed the wiring on my disk
to match the wavelength on Dupont!

And it's hanging over
your daughter's heart!

The death ray that kills him
kills her!

You think you can outwit the Shadow?

Release Jack! Or your daughter
will die with him!

You caused the rise of my anger---

you, cowards, through your failure-

Kruger is in the hands
of the police-

I live alone, without you

Whom I can't forget
for one single moment

I live without love
waiting for someone

And this someone doesn't want me

I see time pass me by
the winter arrive

I just don't see you

If another love
should knock at my door

I won't answer

Another night I waited

Another endless night
made my suffering worse

From cigarette to cigarette

Staring at the smoke
going up in the air

Kruger is weakening-

Watch his light and be warned--

Kruger talked too much-

His light has gone out-

Another night I waited

Another endless night
made my suffering worse

From cigarette to cigarette

Staring at the smoke
going up in the air

I live alone, without you

Whom I can't forget
for one single moment

I live without love

Waiting for someone
and this someone doesn't want me

I see time pass me by
the winter arrive

I just don't see you

If another love
should knock at my door

I won't answer

I live alone, without you

Bringing together situations
that can be brought together-

Dedicated, bright---

sensitive---

rare Hilda!

But haven't you forgotten
about Harmony?

Do you remember
the problem of Harmony?

From the illicit union of Mars
and Venus a child was born---

and she was called Harmony-

Born from the god of Conflict
and the goddess of Love---

she inherited from her parents
contrary traits-

Harmony is a---

concord discord-

For mixture is the origin
of the world---

and her members are made
of contrary forces-

I watched a film---

called "Pleasure"---

where this man,
this charming man---

asks a beautiful woman
in a church:

"Do you find our
mayor's face attractive?"

And she answers,
"It depends- I like yours better-"

This sounds easy to say-
Easy to hear-

But it's not-

Why?

Because pleasure goes away---

but desire always comes back---

and love feeds from it-

The human heart is delirious---

from so much wanting
to dehumanize itself!

"The earthly,
beautiful and chaste Venus---

a translation from the astral Venus,
with her golden hair---

the celestial walk,
emerging from the foam---

real foam, real sea, real shell---

real wind blow-

With her right hand on her hair---

and the left hand
covering the sweet apple---

impelled by the wind blow,
loving Zephyr---

Venus slides over the sea
in a huge shell-

The three nymphs,
the three Graces greet her--

covering her in a cape,
a vestment of stars-

But this episode is just the initial
phase of love's metamorphosis---

which unfold
in the garden of Venus-

The unity of Venus is unfolded
into the trinity of the Graces-

The position of the Graces
is defined---

more by the position of their heads---

than of their bodies-

The three Graces are:
Beauty, Love and Pleasure-

They are called Abigail,
Thalia and Euphrosyne-

They have always
been described---

as 'the followers of Venus'-

The golden apple that each of them
has in her hand---

is to remind us that
they are servants to Venus-

The three Graces are always
portrayed nude---

for generosity must be
without pomp-

If the three Graces are entwined
it's because they are inseparable---

and more, if they are painted or
described one with her back turned---

while the other two face us---

it's because, for every benefit
that comes out of us---

we receive two more back-

It's the triple rhythm
of benefit---

which consists of giving,
receiving and repaying-

Three diverse actions of liberality-"

Sex must go into some direction-

And the direction is
to get out of the darkness---

and into the open air---

into the light, the open sky-

Are you tired?

Tired? Why?
No, it's not tiredness-

It's such an amount
of disappointment---

it's a Sunday upside down---

it is, in short,
a holiday spent in an abyss-

For suffering like what?
Yes, like what?

Like what?

If I only knew!

But I confess-- it is tiredness-

What happened?
Did you tremble?

It's my ideas I tremble about-

The ability to think what I feel is what
differs me from the ordinary woman-

I am different-
You can believe that-

Come on!

It's too hot-
I'm hungry, I want to eat!

What do you want?
Chest or haunch?

Married---

good father---

a good friend to his friends---

but do you know
what a diabolic man is like?

He is diabolic!

- The devil?
- Do you know what he does to me?

He--- hypnotizes me-

- My God!
- Hypnotizes me!

Hypnotized, he takes me
to a circus---

turns me into an acrobat---

makes me climb on a rope---

swings me on a trapeze---

orders me to turn somersaults---

and make contortions-

Legs spread open-

Now, he very much wants me---

to swallow a sword!

- Hypnotized?
- Hypnotized!

Very! Very hypnotized-

And--- completely naked-

What a danger! The audacity!

Diabolic-

Completely-

Delirium is superior
to good judgment---

because, if good judgment
is absolutely human---

the origin of delirium is divine-

Astral mysticism-

The noise of the train car,
almost empty---

and, in front of me,
right on my face---

a couple without composure-

She was giving him, eagerly---

what the ancient Romans
called a "fellatio"-

Today, just now,
after I arrived---

still at the building hall---

after what I had seen on the train,
I saw another crazy scene-

A woman, on all fours,
being fucked by two men---

on the hallway, openly!

Almost on the street,
for everyone to see!

The three of them were not disturbed
by my indiscreet presence-

Afflicted, in a frenzy,
I ran upstairs!

I was on fire, in flames-

When I walked into the room,
I saw a tall, full-blooded boy---

masturbating, in delight,
before me-

He crushed, with his hand,
his vigorous member-

It was a bonfire,
I almost died from the heat-

FEMININE

The mouth and the vulva
never say "enough"-

Seneca describes the three Graces
in "De Beneficiis":

"Why are the Graces three?

Why are they sisters and why
are their hands always entwined?

Because every divinity performs
their potency though a triadic rhythm-

Says Virgil: 'God is pleased
at odd numbers'-

This is explained by the rhythm of
the Graces being one of generosity---

which consists of giving,
receiving, repaying-

The three phases must be linked
like a dance, a chorus---

like people in a circle,
with their hands entwined-

For the order of charity says
it must go from hand to hand---

and go back to its author-

The triad of the classic symmetry
of the three Graces---

says one should be facing us,
one, with her back turned---

and one in a lateral movement-

Charitas, Voluptas et Pulchritudo-"

I cast my sight with much clarity
over my life---

since my earlier boyhood-

And I know well since how tall
my soul has suffered from---

this disposition, this disposition
to be somebody else---

to get out of myself-

What is right is wrong-

And what is wrong is right-

Why?

Because right and wrong
are the same thing-

---it was, sailor
the little fishes in the sea

It was, it was, sailor
it was the little fishes in the sea

Hey, we who have come
from another land, another sea

Hey, we who have come
from another land, another sea

We have gunpowder, lead and bullets
we want to make war

We have gunpowder, lead and bullets
we want to make war

Who taught me how to swim
who taught me how to swim

It was, sailor
it was the little fishes in the sea

It was, sailor
it was the little fishes in the sea

Hey, we who have come
from another land

If the blue sky

Should get dark

An the joy on Earth wither

I don't care, honey

I will live from our love

If you are the dream of my days

If my kisses are all yours

I don't care, honey

The bitter pains

In this life

A handful of stars
I shall pick in Infinity

To lay down at your feet

I don't care about friends
laughter, beliefs and punishments

I just want

To adore you

If destiny should make us apart

If, distant, death should find you

I don't care, honey

For I will die too

When, at last, life is gone

And nothing is left from my dreams

In a supreme miracle

God will allow me, in Heaven

To meet you again

You can come-

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