His wanderings through the streets of the metropolis of Pará, sometimes under heavy rain in a hot and humid climate, at other times under the scorching sunlight that burned his aging skin, darkened by the dense temperature that mercilessly punished him during that miserable pilgrimage. It was a burden of despair and many bitter memories of the past. As well as a filthy bag over his shoulders, full of various junk found in the garbage scattered throughout the path he used to pass. He gathered everything that seemed useful, according to his crazy ideas, feeding on the remains of food found in the bins located in front of the beautiful houses, where he would certainly never enter.He recognized that he had no value as a person, he was a penitent already resigned to the poverty in which he had lived for a long time. That night, like so many others, he decides to sleep in one of the several existing squares, to give his tired body a rest on the cardboard he carried inside t

there was Ver-O-Peso, where Luís spent most of his adolescence and met the one who adopted him two decades ago. The dying man went down the avenue, leaning against the curb to avoid being hit by the various vehicles traveling at high speed and making the environment too dangerous to move. He went to the port and outside the guardrail he could watch the ships that remained at anchor in the distance.  They unloaded their loads on ferries, while others continued on their way to different destinations. Despite all the confusion that obscured his mind, it was still possible to remember his origins, remember his past and know where he came from. Even through confused memories and full of unreadable points. Which allowed him at that moment to observe the infinite on the muddy waters of the extensive river.  And to miss home, the old fishing father, the mother housewife. The other two brothers he left behind when he came to the capital and never wanted to see them

If his mind was locked to the point of not assimilating reality, at least his subconscious could still bring through flash dreams of archived memories, and so he was able to go back in his childhood time, when beside Bernardo and Lucinda they bathed on the banks of the wide Guajará River, which was in the lower Amazon, with its muddy waters. And strong currents capable of leading even the most resistant adult man, as well as the best swimmers to the bottom, causing the wreck of grandiose boats. However, with the adventurous courage of a child and the brothers were not afraid to have fun. Diving in the waves that came and went on the sand of the deserted beach.There were many plants with edible fruits on the island, and they enjoyed everything they could find. Mangoes of various species, jackfruit, cashews and top quality, guavas, diverse fruits, were a true paradise. But one day, after growing up and discovering that the world went beyond the banks of the river and th

At forty years of age, twenty of them maddened and looking like a man in his sixties, he still had the strength to continue on the damn journey as a beggar for alms and so would his journey towards an uncertain and suffering future. He had no illusions that happiness would smile again, perhaps luck had already smiled enough and exhausted all opportunities. After all, it is not routine for good ladies and millionaires to appear, wanting to adopt poor people, especially when dealing with a grumpy old man. That morning he followed the usual route and crossed the main avenue of the shopping center. When he came across several luxury cars that parked in front of one of the most exquisite hotels. Frequented by great personalities, he intuitively decided to stop and observe who the celebrity would be arriving at the place. The woman was expressive in appearance. She wore a long red dress with an opening on the side of her right leg, stepping firmly on high, thin heels. he gets out

Marilda Campos was an excellent journalist, widely recognized in the social environment in which she lived, a competent professional and took her work very seriously. In view of the news, the possibility that the heir of Guimarães Velasco is still alive and the whole story about his supposed death was nothing more than a farce created to hide the true condition in which he found himself. He had the unfortunate idea of ​​investigating thoroughly and with that he ended up buying himself serious problems. Putting her own life and that of the others she loved at risk. She followed clues that led her to the beginning of everything. Since Luís Gustavo passed the Faculty of Medicine and Engineering Law at the Federal University of Pará and two other private higher education institutions. Even when the candidate for the vacancies suffered a terrible mental breakdown, losing his mind.Being unable to continue with academic training, according to the i

Judge Alessandra joined forces with her former college friend to devise a plan to bring down the candidacy of millionaire Naomi Velasco. The two had been enemies for many years and the disagreement between them would have been highlighted in some local newspapers and gossip magazines. The dislike between them was reciprocal and known to all, there were only a few months to go before the elections and there could not be a more ideal time to spread mud on the fan and completely tarnish the candidate's reputed name in front of her voters.The main weapon that would be used to denigrate the businesswoman's image sought to reveal to the whole society the farce created, the false story surrounding the supposed death of her adopted son, Luís Gustavo. Declared dead by the same twenty years ago during a tragic car accident, when in fact he remained alive. In complete abandonment through the streets of the city, sleeping in the open after years in a hospital for the mentally ill

As he owned several properties, he handed over the mansion to the care of his two younger brothers and moved to a penthouse located in the well-known Manuel Pinto da Silva building, the largest and tallest building in the capital of Pará at that time, with luxurious apartments, built still in the seventies in front of also no less known and frequented square of the republic. From the top of the more than forty floors, it was possible to see the admirable panorama of the city of mango trees. As Belem was popularly known. And admire all the green divided between diverse types of vegetation. His gaze hovered over everything the vision could achieve.The center of the square, the bandstands where he slept for so many years lying on the filthy floor. The historical monuments, the small improvised lake where the birds drank or wet their down. Couples holding each other or walking hand in hand along the narrow walkways. So many years went by and those images didn't seem to wa