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After exchanging glances between "good mornings" and "good afternoons", Marcelo realizes it's time to try to go further with Márcio, the doorman in his building. Two worlds will collide through these men's bodies.
One evening, two hungover friends drink wine while discussing their fascination with the song "Mama" by Valesca Popozuda.
It feels so good to dream of you. It feels so real it fills me with pleasure. And I can't think about anything else.
A neighborhood populated by ghosts of a relationship and a tradition.
It would be a swan, it would be a heron; white magic evil eyes.
In a prologue, two acts and a musical number.
Everyday life on the beach, filming a short film, the sea as the horizon.
My biggest dream, my ultimate, absolute dream, was basically to wreck a family.
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