Rodrigo Almeida

It would be a swan, it would be a heron; white magic evil eyes.

One evening, two hungover friends drink wine while discussing their fascination with the song "Mama" by Valesca Popozuda.

In a prologue, two acts and a musical number.

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.

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.

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.

A neighborhood populated by ghosts of a relationship and a tradition.

A neighborhood populated by ghosts of a relationship and a tradition.

One evening, two hungover friends drink wine while discussing their fascination with the song "Mama" by Valesca Popozuda.

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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.