With an old VHS camera and help from a loyal friend who supports him almost unconditionally, Mateus records all kinds of images for a homemade movie. In his early-20s and living in an industrial suburb, Mateus confusingly tries to find some link between the stuff he shoots and the people in his life.

Porto Alegre, Brazil. While his boyfriend joins the crowd for a big demonstration, Marcio is isolated in his apartment. From the porch, he hears the sound of bombs, cavalry, shouting and singing. On the street, a military policeman makes a call. Marcio's phone rings.

During audio for my mother, I perceive a dream cycle between memories that feed dreams based on reunions with images that evoke consciousness and the performance of the passage of time. I relive and transform a moment with my father, who died almost 20 years ago.