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died was Lorenzo, the character I represented in the miniseries “<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Casa_das_Sete_Mulheres">Seven Women</a>,” not me.When he read that Lorenzo would die in the last chapter, the director had the idea: how about we make his death spectacular, in a way that had never been done on Brazilian television?In talking to the special effects specialist, he found that we had the necessary material to do what he wanted. The actor was missing because, after all, a load of gunpowder would explode on his forehead.The actor agreed, of course!<figure id="6f31"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*DO6dPWDlZ3QiLfWqtFnl_w.jpeg"><figcaption>The explosive charge is fixed on my forehead. This object that formed an “eight” had a little powder on the bottom which, when activated at a distance by remote control, exploded, throwing “blood” forward. Then the “blood” from the upper part of the “eight” flowed and came out of the hole—author’s photo.</figcaption></figure><figure id="93d5"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*cuggGqSIUZ4VOSpCFXNeaQ.jpeg"><figcaption>Lorenzo prepared for death with artificial skin glued to the explosive. Kind of “Klingon,” right? — author’s photo.</figcaption></figure><p id="b6b

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3">As you can see, I was not killed by a gunshot, but by remote control, commanded by a guy in a blue shirt two meters from me. The soldier who shot me in the forehead was placed later in the edition.Shortly after collapsing on the floor and the director shouting “cut,” my “Seven Woman” participation ended. The director spoke a few words in my honor, everyone present applauded, and I went to remove the remains of the explosive from my forehead. Shortly after returning, I took the last photos with my friends:<figure id="6e82"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*8NtEueq-ZP-AiOBKT1uUjA.jpeg"><figcaption>Author’s image.</figcaption></figure><figure id="f568"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*jlD_OzVlizD1sn8Abd7QKg.jpeg"><figcaption>As you can see, no one was sad about my death. Me neither! Author’s photo.</figcaption></figure>This miniseries was very important to me. Globo TV, here in Brazil, is the dominant open channel; working there is the equivalent of working in Hollywood to an American actor. That was my first job as an actor on television. The first time I rode, I shot, that I was in a shipwreck, that I killed… And that I was killed.I really, really miss that time and all these people up there!</article></body>

Twenty Years Ago I Died

And, oddly enough, my friends who witnessed my death were already smiling minutes later.

I died at the beginning of April 2001. Brazil only found out on the 8th of the same month. In other words, officially, today it is twenty years since I “died.”

Me, hugged with my “killer,” right after my death, with a shot in the forehead—author’s photo.

I’ll explain: I was part of General Neto’s troop when camped in the pampas of Rio Grande do Sul. During the night, our camp was invaded by surprise by imperial soldiers. Even perplexed, I managed to get out of my tent and kill four imperials using my saber… But a fifth approached me while I fought, aimed his rifle at my head, and fired a straight shot.

It took me about five seconds to start falling.

First, my forehead exploded. For a while, I stood there, “not understanding” what happened … Until I felt the blood reach my nose.

It was then that I started to fall towards the ground, like a wax doll that melts.

I died exactly as the director asked.

Okay, of course, who died was Lorenzo, the character I represented in the miniseries “Seven Women,” not me.

When he read that Lorenzo would die in the last chapter, the director had the idea: how about we make his death spectacular, in a way that had never been done on Brazilian television?

In talking to the special effects specialist, he found that we had the necessary material to do what he wanted. The actor was missing because, after all, a load of gunpowder would explode on his forehead.

The actor agreed, of course!

The explosive charge is fixed on my forehead. This object that formed an “eight” had a little powder on the bottom which, when activated at a distance by remote control, exploded, throwing “blood” forward. Then the “blood” from the upper part of the “eight” flowed and came out of the hole—author’s photo.

Lorenzo prepared for death with artificial skin glued to the explosive. Kind of “Klingon,” right? — author’s photo.

As you can see, I was not killed by a gunshot, but by remote control, commanded by a guy in a blue shirt two meters from me. The soldier who shot me in the forehead was placed later in the edition.

Shortly after collapsing on the floor and the director shouting “cut,” my “Seven Woman” participation ended. The director spoke a few words in my honor, everyone present applauded, and I went to remove the remains of the explosive from my forehead. Shortly after returning, I took the last photos with my friends:

As you can see, no one was sad about my death. Me neither! Author’s photo.

This miniseries was very important to me. Globo TV, here in Brazil, is the dominant open channel; working there is the equivalent of working in Hollywood to an American actor. That was my first job as an actor on television. The first time I rode, I shot, that I was in a shipwreck, that I killed… And that I was killed.

I really, really miss that time and all these people up there!