Hello miss Teresa
Look at you, haven't changed a bit
Hello Irene
Paulo behaved beautifully
Feels so good having children around the house
Are you remembering me?
You're my granddaughter
You won't forget me will you?
Never
Promise
How could I forget about my Néninha?
It's not hatred or bitterness that my children
Might have for me that haunts me
It's the doubt, the doubt that I ever
Loved my children
Like I love the books I write
I was not expecting this at all
Come in daughter, come in
João
Come see who's here!
You must be starving
I'll prepare something for you to eat
I'm good
You he doesn't like that sort of talk
Not even after dead can he appreciate his son
I don't mind the way he's with me but with him
He's a man
Men don't like being fooled
He relieves his disappointments gambling
He went to Póvoa's Casino
And every time he goes there
And there's been so many
What do you want daughter?
Ways of life
Someday I'll write an essay about
Literature and jealousy
It's impressive how a book can
Unleash such a sensual tension
And my scholar friends say romance is dead
What an ugly thing Raquel
To snoop behind the trees
I wasn't behind any trees my dear
I was inside the darkness