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I want, he wants.

You have no idea how difficult it was. How difficult it is! But at that time, it was worse! Getting divorced was already a scandal.

Imagine a woman announcing her love. For another woman?

Prejudice is a terrible thing. That's what killed Helena. The prejudice. After Helena died. I died as well.

But I had you. You made me go on. Because of you, I was able to keep going.

Years later. I met Celeste. She helped me a lot. You and Celeste? For over 20 years now. Nobody knows.

We're very. discreet. No one suspects. Forgive me. "We lose gestures. Love letters. Luggage, relatives.

We lose voices, cities, countries. Best friends. Lost romances, lost objects. Stories are lost. We lose what we were and what we wanted to be. We lose the moment. But there is no loss. There is only movement. ". I wish I could speak to him so much.

Speak. He can hear you. Father, it's your daughter, Teresa. Hey, punk, wait up! What have you done? Damn it! The guy is dying.

Fuck! He had to cross right in front of the bullet! He must be a criminal! He's not carrying a gun!

"The Sign of the City"!

Listen to me. The guy's a criminal. Jango Ferreira da Silva. He is a nurse.

You are screwed. Not anymore. Go fetch some newspaper to cover the body. And let's leave it for the police. But first, we pray. For his soul. That's it. Breathe with me.

Father, go without fear. I'm calling to thank the person. Who saved my daughter from drowning. I thank this person so much. If it wasn't for her. My daughter would be dead. Thank you. I don't know who you are or what your name is. I'm calling to thank you. God bless and keep you! Forever! And when she grows up, what are we going to say? That we are what? Don't know, Jô. That we are what we are, period! What do I tell her? That my name's Josialdo? She won't even like me. She's gonna be ashamed of me. Why ashamed?