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Ensaios Sobre a Vida Entre Cestas e Sonhos


The Man of the Basket
For a few days, I carried a basic food basket from the Institute in the trunk of my car, without a set destination. I knew that, at some point, it would reach its true owner. Without anxiety, I trusted that it would arrive in the right hands at the right moment. During that time, I came across a few candidates, but they weren’t the ones. Heavy rain, a full trunk, an unsafe place to stop the car alone. For these people, my prayers remained. I remember that when I needed to ren
Apr 52 min read
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