Oxalá, my father.
Show pity for us,
have mercy.
The ways on this world are distant.
But your mighty is so much more.
Oxalá, my father.
Show pity for us
have mercy.
The ways on this world are distant.
But your mighty is so much more.
Oxalá, my father.
Show pity for us,
have mercy.
The ways on this world are distant.
But your mighty is so much more.
IN THE PALM OF MY HAND
Bento, Zé, Tulão, Benedito.
Pedro, Mário, Juca, Severino.
Zeferino, Tonho, Zezim.
Bento, Zé, Tulão, Benedito.
Pedro, Mário, Juca, Severino.
Zeferino, Tonho, Zezim.
João, Mané, Toninho and Noca.
And all the others working men.
Come and see your story. Two men, made of the same pain.
One black, the other white, both have right to conquer love.
One black, the other white, but both are carrying a heavy load.
One black, the other white, both have right to conquer love.
One black, the other white, but both are carrying a heavy load.
None of them afraid of hard labor.
Zuleica?
You can't kid a hustler.
Tell the truth for me now.
What is your bond with Toninho?
There is nothing between us. I told you so.
So why does he carry your photo in his shoe polish can?
What?
Why does he carry your photo in his shoe polish can?
You're crazy!
- You won't say you didn't know? - I didn't.
That's bullshit, baby!
Everyone in the ghetto knows.
Whenever he shines a shoe your photo
is hanging there, in his can.
Kind of covert, but you see, allright.
But have you seen it?
Oh, a good hustler is never in a hurry.
He's already giving me those suspicious glances and you know how bad I can be.
Nevermind. Where are you taking me this afternoon?
Forget about the afternoons, baby.
You think a fine hustler like me takes his bird to the parade before the sun sets?
You must reassure yourself to me, Zuleica.
I suspect you only want me by your side because of my bycicle.
- Is that so? - What if it's true?
What is these deal with my bike?
There isn't much to say.
The boyfriends we get
only invite us to walk.
I have nothing but two feet, and my feet can't handle up and down the slum all day long.
While the fancy ladies downtown are royally driven up and down
on those huge cars and nobody asks them what's their deal with that car.
So that's why you reject Toninho.
Leave it behind. So you're picking me up later?
- Only at night. - Ok. Bye.
Luzia.
Pedro.
Luzia.
Tomorrow is your birthday and I didn't want to give you a second hand gift.
One of these we buy, the woman uses and then it's over.
Don't have any money to give you some good stuff.
I wanted to take you out all day long.
For every place you would wish to go.
So that's it. It's better that way.
Start thinking where you want to go.
Tomorrow there is a matinee on the circus.
I heard it's a very beautiful show.
They have drums dancing 'xaxado'. One certain 'hip hop'.
One time this one is the singer.
The other he is a woman and then a priest.
So we shall begin by the circus.
Give me a kiss.
We don't see this noble face.
This noble face.
Cause our sight is covered in evil.
Shine a light on us.
Shine a light on us with your only eye.
How does our master look like?
He is tall as a giant.
- Who is it? - It's our holy master.
- Strong, thin and elegant. Who is it? - It's our holy master.
Has the face of the angels. Who is it?
It's our holy master.
A smile full of kindness and love. Who is it?
It's our holy master.
A glance of beatitude. Who is it?
It's our holy master.
Is there a living person more perfect?
Not around here.
That's why we thank our Lord.
For us to have him as a master.
Praise the name of the Colonel Romilho Sá Albuquerque Rêgo de Alcântara.
Hail to the chief!
What's going on, Toninho?
What?
Been a mother must be very beautiful.
I'm coming! Just a minute.
Hi, Toninho.
Shall we go to the park?
You really want to go?
That's my favourite spot. But we don't have to go if you don't want to.
C'mon, let's go.
When I was a child
I often heard about a fairy.
My father was poor and we never went to town.
First time we did I was fifteen.
It was like today.
I went to Itororó.
There had an amusement park.
Never before have I had such a big joy!
But I want a park with a ferris wheel.
Let's go.
- Zuleica. - Hum.
Stop playing with the bike. Seems like you didn't have a childhood.
What were you to say?
Have you noticed the expression on Toninho's face?
Can't you get Toninho out of your mind?
Oh, woman, you're talking to a hustler.
So? Are you different from others men?
Forget it. Not in the mood to praise myself today.
Behind the church tonight? Are we set?
Don't forget the bike for us to take a ride first, ok?
- Ok. - Bye.
Just as our life.
The desire is huge...
but the candy is so tiny.
What are you talking about, Pedro?
Nothing. C'mon.
Yeah, that's it.
Our life is like cotton candy.
Also damned.
We take that big bunch of money and when you think about it...
it's so few.
We can't reach the end of the month.
Cotton candy.
Fluffy... white... And no one explains why.
Are you mad, Pedro?
You know why is that so?
Anything white pleases our sight.
It feels good to look at it.
White cotton.
Why...
such lies?
We only get angrier and the desire that comes through our mouth,
when you realise, there is nothing left.
That's our life.
Not ours, Pedro.
- We love each other. - That's our life, Luzia.
Exactly why we love each other.
What are you talking about, Pedro?
Nevermind.
Just about our lives.
Like cotton candy.
São Judas Tadeu Park goes on with it's most popular show, The Hour of Friendship.
Next song is dedicated by Pedro da Costa to his fiancée Luzia das Dores.
Wishing all the blessings for the occasion of her birthday.
The factory goes like this.
In order to live, you need a woman.
But how is a woman supposed to live with a man without a buck.
So there it is, it is forceful to work.
And I do, all day long
spinning screws everywhere.
Baby, you deserve everything I can't provide.
A little tenderness is all I've got to give
Baby, you deserve everything I can't provide.
A little tenderness is all I've got to give.
- Luzia, I wanted to propose you something. Today I dreamed
that we didn't have to pay the rent anymore. - The wedding, not that it's expensive...
That people could have all the steaks and french fries they wanted.
- Have you been to our shed today? - Yes.
That I owned a ferris wheel and a merry-go-round.
Haven't you noticed anything?
A nice girl.
- Nope. It's made for us.
- What? Such a handsome smile
she gave me. So full of grace.
- You're blind. But the damned factory whistled.
I woke up. I woke up.
I came to work. I woke up.
- Luzia. - The church bell sounds so beautiful.
You wouldn't mind if we don't marry with papers?
This is for those who mind other people's tongues.
If we love each other why do we need papers?
Hail! Praise everyone!
Praise you, praise the Lord.
All right, what are you going to play, Mr. Bentinho?
A song of mine, Mineirinho.
Quite well, Mr. Mineirinho. Put it on.
Who wants to live over the waves?
Who wants to live over the sea?
Hail, Cabocla Jurema.
Hail, siren from the sea.
Who wants to live over the waves?
Who wants to live over the sea?
Hail, Cabocla Jurema.
What did you request, Luzia?
Hail, siren from the sea. - A son.
Then you should have asked for me!
Shut up, Pedro.
PRAISE IEMANJÁ
Who wants to live over the waves?
Who wants to live over the sea?
Hail, Cabocla Jurema.
Hail, siren of the sea.
Who wants to live over the waves?
Who wants to live over the sea?
Hail, Cabocla Jurema.
Hail, siren of the sea.
Jandira.
Jussara.
Jandira.
Jussara.
Come, come...
You may come.
Not this way. Only look when I tell so.
Now.
What is it? A Tv?
No, silly.
Is it your stuff?
No.
They're your grandma's.
Got in and out in such a rush that I haven't even noticed.
Let's not desorganize our stuff cause I like everything nice and ordered.
- Did you know how beautiful you are? - Don't say that.
Where should I hang my things?
These house is now yours, baby.
Afterwards you make it the way you want.
You will crumple my dress, Pedro.
Pedro.
I am going to have a child.
My child will be very smart.
A bootblack may also be smart, Pedro.
But my son won't be a bootblack.
The way things are going, we may only hope for this.
Pedro, we never make ends meet with the money we've got.
Zezim.
Ain't these name gorgeous, Luzia?
It almost feels like I could see him.
I will make a yellow kite and help him fly it.
Pedro, you need to ask for a raise.
Our money is so few and prices never stop raising.
He will make it to school, Luzia. Learn it all to be a doctor.
Want to see him growing healthy.
With the face dirty of eating so much jackfruit.
And playing soccer, dancing 'capoeira' with the other kids.
- He would end up been a bootblack. - No, Luzia.
He will have to know about politics in order to know what to do
whenever he feels like been explored by the others.
These world is mine. These world is mine.
Pedro.
What about it, Mr. Augusto? Good news?
I told you it was very difficult.
What did he say?
That he can't raise your wages and not the others.
If he raises for one, he must raise for everyone.
And why doesn't he raise for aII?
The cost of living is raising every day.
And our wages only getting smaller.
Go and talk to the Union.
Now let's get back to work cause it's very early still.
We can't see his noble face.
Cause our lives are covered in evil.
Shine a light on us.
Shine a light on us with your sight.
How is our master?
He is small like a midget.
The tormentor which is our Master.
He is fat as a capon.
The fat ass of our Master.
He has such an ugly face.
The devil which is our Master
The glance of a deadly gunfighter.
Our sad Master.
A smile full of evil.
Our sick Master.
Never before I have seen a man with such an ugly and terrible face.
This is our Holy Master!
With eyes like the chicken.
This is our Holy Master!
Zucchini neck.
This is our Holy Master!
Toninho?
Are you shining this shoe today?
Toninho?
Are you shining this shoe today?
Toninho, your step father died.
What?
He was coughing so much...
Throwing blood out of his mouth.
Then we went to call an ambulance.
But when it arrived, he was already dead.
And my mother, is she ok?
If you don't want this child, why bother doing his clothes?
Don't like stopping things in the middle.
Maria da Gloria is also pregnant. She will inherit it all.
Luzia...
Have you thought of the risk you're taking?
Joaquim told me, one out of three abortions the mother dies.
Don't have the fifteen bucks for a proper clinic.
And the factory hospital don't pay for unmarried couples.
Don't worry, it's all settled. I have spoken to Coralina.
With Coralina?
It's scheduled for tomorrow noon.
Are you mad, Luzia?
She will stick those lousy wires through your body
This woman killed a lot of people, Luzia! Not only the babies!
Joaquim told me he saw her 'operating' on Zefa.
She brings those rusty wires you need to sew cloth.
They say it's a hell of a bleeding.
Zefa escaped by miracle.
Your friend is over dramatic, Pedro.
Isn't that exaggerated? No one dies before it's time.
Adding your poor revenue with mine we could never make ends meet.
We are already behind two months of rent for this shed.
How could we have a child?
But no one would die of hunger, Luzia!
We always manage to survive.
Let this child be born!
No, Pedro.
I wouldn't like to see a child of mine picking leftovers in the market street.
Looking at other kids going to school and wondering why he is not also there.
I won't have a child of mine living in this filth, getting sick and stealing around.
Shining shoes. Breeding this awful anger of mine in his chest.
Dying of envy, dying from everything he bears each day to live.
And not dying at all.
I know quite well what I am saying.
Me and my folks were desperate.
Twenty walking dead leaving the backwoods.
Daring to face the drought full of cactus.
Each thorn of the way took a drop of our blood.
We were the walking images of Death.
Chico, Bento, Severino...
and the old Maria, don't know which miracle kept her standing up.
Did she need to make a first class burial?
Poor woman.
The poor have no business with luxury.
Why should she spent her last dimes with that?
I was down at the pool when a crazy woman came.
Taking her child on the lap...
and telling the folks that child was mine.
Take it, it's your son!
Nevermind, Maria.
We must impose some respect to children, isn't that so?
If not, later be prepared for those spoiled brats.
He is crying because you haven't fed her.
- Don't worry, Maria? - Is she crying?
- Don't you want to listen? - Where have you been, man?
She wants to eat.
Look out.
- What was I gonna say? - She's crying.
We must teach them some respect, from the childhood and on.
Don't you think, womam?
Come here, Zezinho. Come here.
Sit there. Good kid.
He sat, you know.
He sat and stood there, glancing at me with those huge brown eyes.
He has such beautifual eyes, just like his mother's.
Then I said to him:
Why are you looking at me with this dirty face?
Then he stood there...
- with his beautiful eyes. - Did she gave food to the child?
Looks like his mother, you know?
Go and clean your face now.
He told me: I was eating jackfruit.
But he went. Pissed off, but he went.
I am his father.
The other day I helped him fly a kite.
You should see him.
A boy passed by provoking him.
The boy was twice the size of my kid.
He answered to the teasing.
I said show it to him, son! You needed to see.
He hit the other kid, and hit and hit.
Hi, Toninho.
I was flying a kite.
But then his mother came, you know?
It was the greatest confusion in the skeleton slum.
Even Justa came around to split the boys.
And I...
was just flying hos kite.
Cheers.
You know how it is.
No bitterness.
He has some strange habits.
The other day I called him.
Como here, Zezinho. Come, sit there.
Then he came.
And I told him.
Take this wire off your mouth, Zezinho.
Take it, it's your son.
Take what the Lord gave you.
Take it, it's your son.
Toninho.
Why are you the only one who doesn't have a bike?
Why was it like these yesterday?
And now it's all gone.
May tomorrow bring another
time, better than these.
My life stands still...
like a flower, waiting to blossom.
How can all the earthly creatures
suspect everything...
that is going to come.
Zezinho, como, it's going to rain.
Watch the rain coming, Elizabeth.
Why are you running, Zefinha? It won't rain.
Come in, my child.
Don't be scared. This brings good fortune.
Lie down.
Lie down, my child. Be careful as you raise afterwards.
Oh, so cool! Monark.
Don't hustle me, I read your intentions.
Is this the way to talk to your brother on Earth, priest?
You are stalking me for the last hour.
For what purpous?
C'mon, my father.
I guess a little penitence in order to reach what I want.
I will carry it for you.
That's what brothers are for.
Never dismiss a helping hand.
- But I need no help. - Well, but I need.
- I can only help your soul. - So I guess it's time to do that.
My soul desperately needs this bycicle!
Is that so? Then you work and earn it with your own bucks.
Don't you ever stop preaching? You don't live in this world.
Wait, kid!
Stop fooling around and give me back my bike!
I ain't here to bear your abusiveness.
Wait a second, brow. This is already a family business.
Let's talk things over.
One of us will have to walk to town.
But surely it will be you.
I don't see things that way, father.
So I am facing a thief?
Where are your manners, brother?
Is it a proper way to talk to your equals?
Our Father in Heaven won't like to see his minister mistreating the poor!
You are stealing from God, my son.
This is blasphemy. You better think it over.
Each son serves his Father the way he can.
And how are you going to serve Him?
- Nevermind, leave it to me. - Wait, son, come back here!
Don't do it! Wait. Thief!
Thief!
Nor hunger, not 'eito'.
Nor pain or love.
His soul became a bird.
A great fly it raised.
Far away, seeking is's own way.
Went to Heaven.
Ash to ash.
What belongs to heaven God soon took it.
Nor hunger, not 'eito'.
Nor pain or love.
His soul became a bird.
And a beautiful fly it raised.
Far away, seeking his own way.
Went to heaven.
Well, folks.
I am going to stand up against our master.
And not stay with my arms crossed for the rest of my life.
Forget about miracles!
If we don't stick together we won't win.
I wonder if I am alone on this?
A hell of a life to live.
Who would buy this suffering of mine?
No soft stones in our trail.
But we must fight to deserve peace.
We must struggle to earn some good.
Who wants to spend a lifetime weeping?
To rush death by not living.
How can one pass by
Without having anything of it's own?
And with this whole nothing
not having some cherish?
But I only have this sadness of mine to offer.
What do I carry to give to my loving?
Hell of a life to live.
Who would buy this suffering of mine?
No soft stones in our trail.
But we must fight to deserve peace.