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Based on a true story of a brutal drug war between two gangs in the 70’s and 80’s in the slums outside of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil...here lies the City of God. The gang Tender Trio robs gas trucks, motels, and even their own friends if they have to, while younger generations watch and learn. Everyone fears Li'l Zé ; the town gangster, as he has prospered very well from his crimes and owns the city. He causes all violence, as fear overcomes this City and he wipes out all rival gangs without any mercy. Bené, his best friend is the only person left trying to keep him sane, and on the good side. Slowly...Bené starts to want no part of it. Yet he keeps getting swept up in the madness. In this scene, we will see how all Bené wants is love, and he has it with his partner Angélica. But is that enough? In this excerpt scene written in Portuguese, we will be comparing it to the English and Spanish translation of the scene, as well as identifying any similarities and differences between this scene from City Of God, and the Portuguese Poem taken from Into English entitled “A pequena praꞔa” (The Small Square) written by Sophia de Mello Bryner. Welcome to the City of God...

Isabella Fagbore

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INT. QUARTO DE MOTEL - NOITE 106
Bené e Angélica, abraçados na cama, fumam um baseado.
ANGÉLICA
Sabe o que eu acho, Bené?
BENÉ
Que eu sou gostoso pra caralho.
ANGÉLICA
Você é, sim. Mas eu tô falando de outra
coisa. Sabe o que eu acho que a gente tinha
que fazer?
BENÉ
Dar mais uma?
ANGÉLICA
Pô, Bené. Tô falando sério.
BENÉ
Desculpa, meu amor. O que você quer fazer?
ANGÉLICA
Eu quero ir embora com você.
BENÉ
Pra onde?
ANGÉLICA
Pra um sítio. Pra viver numas de paz e
amor, tá sabendo? Esse papo de violência
não tá com nada. Tu é como eu. A gente é
hippie de coração.
BENÉ
Paz e amor é?
Screenplay Written by Bralio Mantovani

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INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Bené and Angélica, hugged in bed, smoking
ANGELICA
You know what I think, Bené?
BENÉ
That I'm fucking hot.
ANGÉLICA
Yes, you are. But I'm talking about another thing. You know what I think we've got
what to do?
BENÉ
Give one more?
ANGÉLICA
Put it on, Bené. I'm serious.
BENÉ
Sorry, my love. What do you want to do?
ANGELICA
I want to leave with you.
BENÉ
Where to?
ANGELICA
To a place. To live in peace and love, you know? This talk of violence scares me.
You are like me. We are
hippies at heart.
BENÉ
Peace and love ?

Translated by Douglas L. Alley, III, Charlene Taylor, Joe, Online Distributed Proofreading Org. The Internet Archive/Canadian
Libraries

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English Translation (Directly from Scene/Film Subtitles)

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English Translation (Directly from Scene/Film Subtitles)

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Bené and Angélica, hugged in bed, smoking
ANGELICA
You know what I think, Bené?
BENÉ
That I'm so sexy?
ANGÉLICA
That too, but I mean you know what we could do?
BENÉ
Make love again?
ANGÉLICA
I'm serious!
We could go away from here. This violence sucks.
BENÉ
Go where?
ANGELICA
To a farm. We're really hippies at heart aren't we?
BENÉ
To a farm? With Peace and love?

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INT. HABITACIÓN DE MOTEL - NOCHE
Bené y Angélica, abrazados en la cama, se fuman un porro.
ANGÉLICA
¿Sabes lo que pienso, Bené?
BENÉ
Que estoy jodidamente caliente.
ANGÉLICA
Sí, lo estás. Pero estoy hablando de otro
...la cosa. ¿Sabes lo que creo que teníamos
¿qué hacer?
BENÉ
¿Dar uno más?
ANGÉLICA
Póntelo, Bené. Lo digo en serio.
BENÉ
Lo siento, mi amor. ¿Qué quieres hacer?
ANGÉLICA
Quiero irme contigo.
BENÉ
¿A dónde?
ANGÉLICA
Para un lugar. Vivir en un lugar de paz y
el amor, ¿sabes? Esta charla sobre la violencia
no tienes nada. Eres como yo. Eres como yo.
hippie de corazón.
BENÉ
La paz y el amor es...

English Translation
INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 106
Bené and Angelica, hugging in bed, smoke a joint.
ANGELICA
You know what I think, Bené?
BENÉ
That I'm fucking horny.
ANGELICA
Yes, you are. But I'm talking about another...thing. You know what I think we have
what to do?
BENÉ
One more?
ANGELICA
Put it off Bené. I mean it.
BENÉ
I'm sorry, my love. What do you want to do?
ANGELICA
I want to go with you.
BENÉ
Where to?
ANGELICA
One place. To live in a place of peace and love, you know? This talk about violence.
You have nothing. You are like me. A hippie at heart.
BENÉ
Peace and love it is...
Translated By My Amazing Mother!

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Sophia de Mello Bryner Andresen "A pequena praꞔa" (1972) Portuguese/English  

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Sophia de Mello Bryner Andresen "A pequena praꞔa" (1972) Portuguese/English  

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A pequena praça
A minha vida tinha tomado a forma da pequena praça
Naquele outono em que a tua morte se organizava meticulosamente
Eu agarrava-me à praça porque tu amavas
A humanidade humilde e nostálgica dos pequenas lojas
Onde os caixeiros dobram e desdobram fitos e fazendas
Eu procurava tornar-me tu porque tu ias morrer
E a vida toda deixava ali de ser a minha
Eu procurava sorrir como tu sorrias
Ao vendedor de jornais ao vendedor de tabaco
E à mulher sem pernas que vendia violetas
Eu pedia à mulher sem pernas que rezasse por ti
Eu acendia velas em todos os altares
Das igrejas que ficam no canto desta praça
Pois mal abri os olhos e vi foi para ler
A vocação do eterno escrita no teu rosto
Eu convocava as ruas os lugares as gentes
Que foram as testemunhas do teu rosto
Para que eles te chamassem para que eles desfizessem
O tecido que a morte entrelaçava em ti

English Translation :
The Little Square
My life took on the shape of the little square
That autumn when your death meticulously organized itself
I clung to the square because you loved
That humble, nostalgic humanity of the shops
Where clerks would unwind and unfurl ribbon and fabric
I tried to make myself you because you would die soon
And all my life ceased being mine there
I tried to smile your smile
At the newspaper vendor the tobacco vendor
And the legless woman who sold violets
I asked the legless woman to pray for you
I lit candles at the altars
Of the churches on the corner of this square
Then with eyes hardly open I discovered I could read
The calling of the eternal written across your face
I summoned the streets places people
That had been the witnesses of your face
So they might call you back might unweave
The cloth death wove in you
Translated by Lisa Sapinkopf (1993)