Joao is a 50 year old actor who lives with his 72 year old mother, Celina. He spends his time between his work at night as a crossdresser in small gay bars and his parts in small plays, movies and TV shows. Tormented and haunted by ghosts from his past, day after day Joao starts to merge the reality in which he lived with the fiction he is interpreting.

Zizo, a radical and anarchist poet living in a marginal quarter of Recife in the north eastern state of Pernambuco, distributes his social angst-filled thoughts through a publication named Febre do Rato, and spews poetry to anyone who’d listen. Our character always revolves within the universe that he has created around himself. A very particular world, in which satisfying the unfortunate is a mixture of a kind of benefit with high dose of malice.

Pedro earns a living in chat rooms. He transforms himself into NeonBoy in front of the webcam. Slowly, this young man dips his fingers into pots of coloured paint and glides them across his naked body. But things change when Pedro notices that somebody is imitating his performances. He agrees to go on a date with his mysterious rival. This rendezvous will have far-reaching consequences.

Ricardo is 10 years old, lives in the interior of Rio Grande do Sul and has nightmares about Velho do Saco, sort of a Brazilian bogeyman, “who takes out the eyes of misbehaving children”. It is not easy to distinguish truths and lies when the loss of innocence is confused with the loss of sight.

A typical criminal. A typical taxi driver. A typical route through the night of Porto Alegre, from the bus station to a deserted street. But at the time of the crime, the driver doesn’t react as he should. Meanwhile, on TV, Brazilian Minister of Justice make a speech against violence.

Thirty-eight years after the 1950 World Cup, a man went back in time to prevent the goal that defeated Brazil, destroyed his childhood dreams and ended goalkeeper Barbosa's career.

One room, one man, common everyday actions. But what is happening here? Can someone explain it to me?… Continuity.