Ever since I was a kid, I liked to draw. Later, at 18, I got my first tattoo and thought I had the skill to draw them too. I became interested and started tattooing the guys from the neighborhood. He was a little impish. School, didn’t like it. Had a real talent for drawing and it would be a pity if he didn’t make a good use of it. Those drawings, Donald Duck and stuff, he drew them as if he was painting a picture. And I’d take them proudly to show my colleagues and they wouldn’t believe it. In the beginning, that was his dream. He didn’t like school. He liked skating better. I can raise my child and take care of myself. It’s very important because of that. Besides being what I really like to do. Nowadays, that’s hard. Not everyone does what they like. I can’t picture myself without tattoos anymore. I’m so used to it. I feel good knowing it’s not well-regarded because, in the end, what I like is to be different. – Hey Maria, what’s up? – How’s it going? – Here. Do something, entertain yourself. – Oh Luís, you know I don’t like that sort of thing. – So what, girls like it. – Girls like it but I don’t ‘cause I’m old. – Too bad, maybe you liked it when you were younger. – No, I didn’t like any of that. I like things to be classical. – Classical things like dad. – Just like your dad, with his furry moustache when he was younger. – I’ll grow a moustache and you forget the rest. – I’d like you to wear suits, all groomed up and tidy. That’s my kind of son. Turned out the other way around. – I’m the son every mom wants. – No, no. Maybe you are in another way, but not this one. – To finish this lunch, will you promise me you’ll never get another face tattoo? – I promise you I’ll never get another face tattoo. – You do promise? – I really do promise. – It’s being settled at this table, in front of your dad. – It’s promised. In front of my witnessing dad. Where you find Maria & Luiz you find drama. One card. Two theaters. And half-price tickets at the Maria Matos and São Luiz theatres.