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HARD LIFE RESIDENT STREETEN
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É a versão em inglês do meu livro, a Dura Vida do Morador de Rua, fala sobre mim, uma fase de dificuldade financeira, e da forma que a enfrentei, e do meu hoje quando e pego, pelos noticiários vivenciando as situações do ontem na pele de outras pessoas, mas sempre levando para o lado positivo e brincando com as situações.
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EPILOGUE
It's always our fault, and it always will be, in everything we do and what we omit.We cannot dream that society, which is made up of people, can admit that as people they are flawed, and that they are not good.Well there's only one, God.It's past that, everyone is bad, and we come to earthly life, to become less bad.We cannot expect people to see our successes and that this same society will not point out our mistakes, always with a higher percentage given to us in the mistake than to anyone else who makes the same mistakes.This is why we live in a h
THE BRAZILIAN PEOPLE
In the Brazilian forests there are a lot of things, jaguars, ocelots, alligators, huge snakes, capable of swallowing a person whole.The bush bandit, at night he will find all kinds of dangerous animals, and he will release fire and leave everyone and everything unscathed.What a wonderful disguise to get out of the woods, just think, the cops are looking for a man, not a dragon.Have you already thought about the scare of the police, encountering a five-six-meter dragon in the middle of the forest.Even drones with sense of heat the captain, plus something so big that not even the best computer can guess what it is, and when they find that in the drone, they thought the drone is spoiled by the size and shape of the thing.
A SERIAL KILLER A RELEASE TOOK ME BACK TO THE STREET EMOTIONALLY SPEAKING
I'm sitting in front of the computer, watching the youtube, and thinking, oh my God, this rapa deep in the woods, taking new victims every day.The entire Brazilian people following the boy's saga day after day running away from the police through the forest, while he runs away, I revisit everything I experienced on the streets.Dangerous outlaws commenting on their crimes and laughing at their victims, sleeping beside us and protecting us from people like them and even from themselves.I witnessed so many things in the past, I was suffocated with fear, hearing and seeing things I didn't want to see and hear.Today I look around and see hardworking and honest people, my only contact with
The insignificance of love
The insignificance of love for some people reache sextremes unreasonable, as is the significance of their greed . For those who value gestures of love, it is difficult to understand what is greedy. The difference it makes, whether you live in peace or in war, depends on who you are. There are people w
SENSE OF ACHIEVEMENT
A hug, comforts and comforts everything.For a long time in my life, I looked for hugs.Hugs from family members, hugs from friends, hugs from love, and it was in a divine hug that I found comfort.After I arrived in my homeland, I was longing for a hug, but there was no one there to offer their arm for this hug, but suddenly it comes to my mind, Iguaçu Falls, and I go back to that moment and feel hugged by God, and comfort comes to me.Upon discovering the internet I looked for people that I admired, that I loved, that I still believed, that were part of the past, and they all showed me their true faces very different from the one I
THAT WINTER
My hometown made me leave behind, many painful memories and situations that I lived, which I don't wish to anyone.When I arrived that winter “in the little land”, my life was going to take a turn, which would make me understand that divine love never lets us fall.But when I arrived in the interior of the state, I realized many things, that the interior is still a place, calm and not so much nightlife, I also began to realize the relationship between this fact and the crime factor.In big cities with more than 100,000 inhabitants, people have many options in terms of nightlife, easy sex and many streets with prostitutes and homosexuals, after ten o'clock at night offering their bodies.Wh
GETTING TO KNOW MY MOTHER
My mother was the most painful chapter of my life.My life before the street was too painful, making the street a welcoming place.Two weeks later, after my father's death, one of my older brothers comes home with something new.The doctor had made contact with him at work.A substance had been found in my father's blood, which led to a heart attack, and death.And it seemed that the person who was accompanying him in the ICU waited until death was consummated before calling the doctors and not being able to help him.
LIFE MOVES
Life moves on, and we all have to move on, too, and through the setbacks, I understood God's love for me.The account that follows is one of them.Little by little I discovered the human evil in my life and where it can go when our mother has a narcissistic disorder and is fixated on destroying us.I fell and got up many times, got jobs and got fired, just as easily, my mother just knowing where I was working.I didn't give in to their intentions so I had many obstacles to overcome.One day I was walking on the road and a man comes from behind, puts a knife to
THERE I WENT
Although I was already getting used to spending days and days walking aimlessly, finding food in the woods and bathing in the river, at times I felt the need to feel useful, which led me to go into a city and find something to work with..I decided to pick up paper in a city, because handicrafts didn't sell and picking up paper would guarantee me honest daily bread.There I went, rummaging through the garbage, finding disposable cans and liters in the bags, putting as much in each bag and tying them together and throwing them on my back, and there I would deliver them to an appropriate place.I left Santa Catarina, for Paraná, with the idea of getting to Foz do Igua&c
