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For those who think that living on the streets is easy, they are wrong. For those who think that they only live on the streets, crazy people, drug addicts, prostitutes, marginals and orphans, and people with depression, without religion, are wrong again. Living on the street is not always a lack of faith, or a lack of God, as many preach. People were not always taken to the streets for their faults and crimes, sometimes the only way to escape from criminals is to go to them. Amazingly, being homeless is no guarantee of being a bad person. In Brazil, for a person to e

FOLLOW WHERE THERE IS NO PATH AND LEAVE YOUR TRAIL

That day I looked from the top of the catwalk and thought, I think it's better to jump from here than try to face the Brazilian streets, I don't know how to defend myself, I'm small, I would never commit a crime to survive, I'll end up dead with refinements of cruelty, because the street is hostile and probably no one will treat me well in it. Absorbed in my thoughts, I didn't even notice the arrival of the young man who had placed the handmade jewelry cloth beside her. Suddenly something hits his arm, I look over and say; may I help? The boy looks at him and asks, what is he doing, standing there on this parapet, my sister. I smile an

THE RIGHT HAND DOESN'T SEE WHAT THE LEFT DOES

That saying, the right hand doesn't see what the left does", must be followed literally on the streets, if you want to stay alive You have to keep in mind that, a homeless person, has nowhere to go back, no way to hide himself, and if he says or does something “wrong” he is easy prey, for all kinds of enemies. As a homeless person, you are subject to attack, both from the “good” and the “bad”, so you are the most fragile being, in a way. You're invisible to the naked eye when it comes to supporting you, but it's pretty visible if you do whatever the slightest thing others want with all your might to label you as something.

NOT EVERYTHING IS SHADOW, IN THE WOLRD OF STREETS, THERE IS ALSO LIGHT.

But not everything is shadow, in the world of the streets, there is also light. But often promoted by beings of shadows, who want to bring to light individuals of light. And that in them, they are stuck. "Shadows sometimes arrest beings without light, because they do not accept being from the shadows, but the shadows that love shadows, give light back to the beings of light, so that they can be their shadows." The shadows teach those of the light that they are of the light, when they do not know it yet, because they have been manipulated and despised by other beings who thought they were of the light, and were shadows.Leer más

THE COMER OF THE BUTTERFLIES

The corner of the butterflies. Life on the streets starts to get good when, you realize, that people you don't like and those who don't like you won't be present in it. From that moment on, the street starts to become a pleasant place, although, if it passes, hunger, cold and pain in it, the emotional pain of having to live with those who hurt you, disappears in it. We know that our enemies will not personally look for us on the street, and then we begin to be sure that life is a delight. Of course, there are many dangers in the streets, clashes with unscrupulous, malicious and prejudiced people are

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

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

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.Leer más

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

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

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