My right
Lost. That's how I feel. I do not even have the courage to speak. From the day I entered here, I try to understand what this smell is that has flooded the space and does not look like any other. It is definitely a burning hope
Lost. That's how I feel. I do not even have the courage to speak. From the day I entered here, I try to understand what this smell is that has flooded the space and does not look like any other. It is definitely a burning hope!
Danae breathed the foam of violence on her face for twenty years. He was accused of a murder he did not commit, faced the nightmare of incarceration and was called upon to balance on the tightrope that separates reason from paranoia.
Whatever sobs are born today will remain between my pillow and me. I will not make confessions to him this time; I will only swear to him. He knows that the vows made at the time of sobs are the truest; and today I will swear to live! It's my right!
How much time can be lost before the truth becomes a cry? How does lying, in the guise of love, shatter expectations? What gives a person the courage to escape from silence?
A book inspired by true events of domestic violence, which aims to carve in the soul of the reader a path that leads from darkness and fear to light and redemption