История бедного писателя, жизнь которого окутана алкогольными парами и сигаретным дымом. Идя по пути саморазрушения, он всё же надеется отыскать в мире родственную душу.
In an attempt to escape from a writer’s block, acclaimed novelist Max Madureira moves to a house near a small, isolated and awkward village. It doesn’t take long for the ideas to come out, but not quite the way he expected: as the writer feels like he’s been living among stories — and not people —, he comes across the mysterious emergence of typed pages in his desk, supposedly written by the previous resident of the house. That’s enough to make Max doubt about his creativity, his sanity and even his own existence.
World Cup, garden, ritual. In the midst of an intense - and common - day in the village of the indigenous people Enawenê-Nawê, in Mato Grosso, Kularenê tells us how, when they left the same stone, Indians and whites took different paths: the first guided by Wadari, his ancestor, and the others by Lareokotô, grandfather of whites and father of technology.
Bené spent many years looking for his spiritual evolution in a small country town. He has made great progress and is fully integrated into the community, but will be put to the test when he meets Letícia and is brought into the underworld of the big city.
In search of a new life, Anderson has left his Tikuna community in the Amazon forest for the bustling metropolis of Manaus. There he lives on the outskirts of the city with his sister and her sick child in a barren single room, and supports them through working various jobs. The environment is far from welcoming, but Anderson is driven by a burgeoning awareness of his two-spirited sexuality, which he feels can only be realized in the anonymity of the city. Anderson finds himself in limbo, questioning and rejecting certain tribal rituals, even as he fiercely defends his community and seeks to find peace with his identity.
Man and Woman are reunited after a long time. Sorrow and desire cannot break the silence. But that's okay: when words don't come, it's the body that speaks.
