Flores Raras Page #2

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Beautiful observations broken...

into perfect lines.

I guess this is why you

should never meet authors.

Good night, strange woman.

What did she say

Oh, she apologized.

What did you say

Maybe I was a little

too quick to judge.

As you said, she's very shy.

A kiss and make up situation.

Something like that...

Without the kiss.

Good night.

Good morning.

I think I should see a bit

of Rio before the boat leaves.

What's the point

I mean, you're right,

Rio's just another crummy city

full of sweating Cucarachas.

I'll drive you.

You can stay at our

apartment in Copacabana.

I'll show you around Rio.

No, thank you.

I think it's best if I stay

in a hotel near the docks.

Nonsense.

Sit down

and have your breakfast.

Why don't you spend

some time here

Take the next boat.

It'll do you good.

- Lota.

- What

No, thank you, really,

It's all planned.

Well, see how you

feel after breakfast.

I'll drive you.

Thank you.

Lota!

What

Oh, my God...

You want to play the capoeira

Really

Christ, what have I done

Still want to kiss me

Absolutely not.

You look like

a diseased pumpkin.

Well, you're going to have

to stay here tonight -

and with us a couple of days.

I'll stay here with her.

OK.

Any Caju fruits in there

No.

It only works once.

Good trick.

It was my trick, minha flor

Minha flor, what does that mean

Literally, my flower,

but it means honey...

Sweetie...

Darling...

Thank you.

Is that a Calder

Well done.

Yes, it is.

Look who I found for you.

Thank you, Mary.

Well...

The next ship doesn't leave

for another three weeks,

so settle in.

What does

"abaixo o governo" mean

Abaixo.

- Abaixo...

- Abaixo o governo,

Down with the government.

And are you related to

Jose Eduardo de Macedo Soares

Jos Eduardo...

He slept with my mother

nine months before I was born.

At least you have a father.

That's debatable.

He wanted a son, he got me.

Then he wanted a daughter

who would marry

and give him grandchildren.

That's not me, so...

End of story.

My father died when

I was eight months old.

At least you had a mother.

Until I was five, then she

was taken to a mental hospital.

Is she still alive

No.

- Time for presents!

- Presents!

If you don't like it...

No, I love it, it's exquisite.

I'm sorry,

I didn't have time to wrap it.

It's by one of our best poets,

Manoel Bandeira.

It's beautiful.

Thank you, Carlos.

Who knows - maybe one day

you'll come back to Brazil...

and translate him.

Happy birthday.

How did you know I love Racine

How could you not

Well, my French

isn't what it used to be.

Mine is great; I'll translate.

Another one.

Oh, Lota, I can't take this...

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