Boa Sorte, Meu Amor Page #2

---

and take care of his life,

because I'm just his mother,

that's all I am to him.

This therapy is meant

for the parents, not for us.

The parents come,

they cry a little,

then hold hands to other parents

who are worse than them

and then they feel better,

and think they helped us.

Hey! Too late...

Good, thank you.

Here you go, darling.

Who's next, who's next...?

Give me this.

We're not getting

enough champagne,

can you do something

about that?

No, that one's mine.

This is yours. No, wait...

Can you get me another one?

Come on, for you.

Tell me something

you never told anyone.

What for?

For luck.

First times

always bring luck.

I can become invisible,

sometimes.

I was invisible once, too.

Did anyone see it?

I mean... were you alone?

I was meditating,

controlling

the power of the mind.

Samyama.

"I love you"?

No. Samyama.

It's yoga.

You do yoga and take drugs?

It helps me

to forget my problem.

My body and my mind

never got along.

What did you do

to become invisible?

I had Frontal with Fanta.

- Grape or orange?

- Orange.

In the beginning I didn't know

exactly how it worked.

Maybe I wasn't really invisible,

because...

Everybody seemed invisible.

Pedro, stop with that noise!

For the love of God!

Damn it, stop!

There's rarely anyone

on the street.

And when there is,

they only look forward.

If you look at someone

and that person looks back,

that's a contact.

And nobody wants that.

My mother sees everything.

But she never pays attention.

And my father...

Never mind.

My brother and his girlfriend

only had eyes for each other.

They wouldn't see me

even if I was visible.

Being invisible

is not all bad.

You can hear girls talk...

- Did you do it?

- I did... Almost all of it.

- Did you act like a saint?

- No, of course not.

- It didn't fit.

- No!

- Was it too big?

- Remember your remote control?

- Really?!

- I swear!

You can come real close...

You just can't touch.

What is this?!

F***, kid!

But I only

found that out later.

Too late.

Later I discovered that I could

be invisible only for some.

You brat!

What's your problem?

With my brother I still had

some kind of contact.

With my mother,

I didn't even need Frontal.

Fanta was enough.

Do you think it's normal

for teens to iron clothes?

Yeah, in his own room.

He takes the ironing board

into his room!

Yeah...

I don't know,

I never noticed anything...

No, I know the smell of pot.

Wait a sec,

my battery's dying. Hold on.

F***!

Yeah, no, I prefer to sleep...

I need 12 straight hours.

I haven't slept well

since Wednesday.

No, I'll just have

another Frontal...

Yeah...

Text me if you need anything.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes