One day I will still be able to deeply respect my soul and immerse myself in the love of the Spirit that inhabits me: in the depths with the Divine Spouse of my soul.
I don't just want to sell books: I want to share them. Helped by Grace, I will be able to donate a little of the breath of my limited intelligence. My project is not for today, months or a year, so I intend to transcribe my thoughts until my last day. This is who I am.
But this is just a detail, one of those more clichéd ones - perhaps - that make up human needs in the eagerness for the new, for the unknown, in inner and outer exploration.
"We are the image and likeness of what we love".
Story by Vinícius Capucho
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