Possible Loves

POSSIBLE LOVES:

- Awake?

- I had a strange dream.

A nightmare?

No, it was actually

very pleasant.

- Tell me.

- It's not worth it.

Good morning.

Nine o'clock.

You know what a bore Lourdes

is about punctuality.

Please don't be late as usual.

I'd rather only show up

in time for coffee.

You're always arguing

with Lourdes.

I hate her dinner

parties, that's all.

You always have fun.

After a couple of whiskies,

I'd even enjoy a funeral.

Do you think I should

wear that blue dress?

I'm tired of wearing black.

Isn't it monotonous when everyone...

dresses exactly the same?

In black.

Carlos, I was looking for you.

Guess what this is!

The legal department

signed our contract.

Now we're their lawyers in

every Latin American port.

Vessels, cargo and staff.

Want to take a look?

- Can I say 'no'?

- Of course not.

We've been after this deal

for over a year...

and you react like this?

- I'll tell you later.

- No, come on. Are you all right?

I'm fine.

So I see.

- I don't know, I had this weird dream.

- Dream?

About an ex-girlfriend.

Well, she wasn't in it,

we'd agreed to meet in the cinema.

- And then?

- Then nothing.

I woke up, looked around, my

room, the furniture, Maria.

I hate dreaming.

If it's a bad dream,

you have cold sweats.

And a good dream is just a dream.

I hate dreaming.

I'll see you up there.

Pedro?

Would you be capable

of waiting for someone?

I am waiting.

Seriously, could you wait for

a woman, for a very long time?

I'm not exactly famous for being

patient with the opposite sex.

How long?

- Fifteen years.

- Fifteen years?!

I thought you meant half

an hour, 20 minutes!

No woman deserves

that long. Ciao!

Go on, Carlos, turn it off.

Sorry...

- I woke up all dizzy.

- What's wrong?

I had a weird dream.

Was I in it?

It wasn't that weird.

- Come on, time to get up.

- No, it's Saturday!

Wake up, Pedro.

Lucas will be mad

if we don't go.

Julia will be mad, too.

Your ex-wife is always

mad at something.

Today's Saturday, it's 8 a.m.

She probably hasn't even thought

of a reason to be mad yet.

Call her and say you're

not fetching Lucas...

and she'll thank you.

You'll give her a great reason

to have a terrible Saturday.

All right, has your mother

got your things ready?

We're leaving now.

Bye.

Come on, Pedro.

Come on.

Here.

Can you manage

the rest yourself?

I managed to get up, but waking

me will take another 2 hours.

- We haven't got 2 hours.

- We haven't?

Well let's forget it then

and go back to bed.

No, Pedro, Lucas

is waiting for us.

Here.

I'm trying to go faster,

only my body won't obey.

Everything's in

your bag, son.

If you change clothes, put them

back so you don't forget anything.

Won't you warn

me about Pedro?

You bet. Watch your back

with that guy, understand?

If you go to the bathroom,

lock the door.

I don't want that guy

seeing you naked.

You're so paranoid

about Pedro and dad.

Paranoid? Where did

you learn that word?

You say it to dad

all the time.

Let's not get too progressive here.

You're too young to understand.

There, that's

your dad honking.

- Bye, mom.

- Have a nice time.

- So, all set?

- Hi, Pedro!

Are you all right?

Look what a wonderful hat!

- Who bought you that hat?

- My dad.

- Are you jealous?

- Got to watch out.

One fine day you wake up after

a weird dream, look around...

and think that this

life isn't really yours.

So?

You think my dream

was about Julia?

All I know is, I wasn't in it.

Come, Lucas!

- It's nothing, dad.

- Come on!

Carlos Eduardo, it's time.

- Come on, don't be lazy. Get up.

- What are you doing?

Waking you up.

Do you know what time it is?

I went to bed at 4 AM,

I'm hardly mentally fit...

- to answer that!

- You've a meeting at 9.

Damn, I forgot.

- What's going on?

- Is that someone?

Of course not.

What's going on?

- Hi.

- Hi. Say hi, mom.

- Does she always wake you like this?

- I've got a business meeting.

Where's the bathroom?

There.

- What the hell was that?

- How should I know?

- Got a cigarette?

- I think so, someplace.

There.

- What was your name?

- Dandara.

Dandara, would you be very upset

if I asked you to grab...

your things and leave?

You know why?

I'm late,

I've got to get to work.

No problem,

I'll be off, then.

- Hey!

- What?

- Will I see you again?

- Sure, one of these nights.

What a night, mom!

For a Tuesday, it must

have been pretty good.

I can't remember many details,

but it was pretty heavy.

She had a skull tattooed

on her behind.

A skull?

Didn't notice.

- And a nail here.

- That's a piercing, mom.

Look, son, nails, piercing,

they're all relatives.

I didn't notice. I only

felt the one on her tongue.

Tongue?

Oh Carlos, that's terrible!

Such a cute and

intelligent boy...

and so charming, going to bed

with some tattooed punk...

who looks like a billboard.

But it's a curse.

It's because you always

find something wrong with...

- every one of your girlfriends.

- They all had problems.

- What was wrong with Marta?

- Talked too much.

- And Renata?

- Talked too little.

- And Verinha?

- She was agitated, couldn't keep still.

And Lais?

Lais was weird,

she liked Iranian movies.

And Flavinha?

I know you liked her, such

a charming girl, so refined.

Yeah, she was

really nice, but...

This will sound cruel, but you're

my mom so I can tell you:

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