Sem alma permaneço no cemitério de asfalto

Stopping in search of help, Luna meets Marcos, two very different people, but with many paths in life in common. A moment of conversation can change your destinations.

On any given day, Brazil Democracy was walking through the dark streets in the Third World when it was shot by anybody who just wanted to be able to eat. In a coma fighting for survival, his life passes before his hope.

In the city, at night, motorized ghosts haunt the streets.

The natural elements are transformed by chaotic external experiences.

In the midst of moral isolation, immoral transformation arises.

Through travel records I write a love letter.

Belchior through comments narrates the paths of his life.

What is the price of salvation? Who is the saved and the savior?

The silence can be more thunderous than many screams. Even when we lose everything, there is always something left.