I didn't dream of rain. I just wanted it all to make sense.
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A lot. But I knew where I was and I managed to get out of there, out of myself.
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I was never really alone, because I was there all the time.
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I found a trail that made me understand that Loneliness is not an enemy. And some empty mysteries.
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I found myself. I saw myself there, but I didn't recognize myself
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But why do we go through all this? Why should it be this way? Is there a moral at the end, like a fable?
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This is not a script. We're not in a story. This is life. Sometimes it doesn't make sense.
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Goodbye, desert! We won't forget!
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And so the journey through the inner world ends. The travel goes on...
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There's a conservation course in this city. Let's go!
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Conservation for the library...a pamphlet arrives... how convenient, Mr. Screenwriter!
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Niterói -The architect and the next trip
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How the demon-horse sees it all
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...If the demon-horse catches you in your dream, you'll never wake up again
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Mama Strav - an important passenger
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Brasil+500 - Indigenous Art - the Tupinambá Mantle
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Brasil+500 - Afro-Brazilian Art, Black in Body and Soul
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