The power of love
A little girl was wandering the streets of a big city, aimlessly, like a boat adrift on an uncertain sea. Without a past to anchor her, or a future to give her hope, she walked, wrapped in a cloak of loneliness and helplessness, longing for a simple glance to confirm her existence, to reveal her essence. * Foto: Marcos Santos/USP Imagens However, it was as if she were a shadow, a discordant note in the rushing symphony of the metropolis, invisible to the people passing by, immersed in their own worlds, walking towards the future or visiting the past, with no feet in the present. They were oblivious to the silent anguish that echoed in the sighs of that lonely little girl. In the midst of the crowd, she found herself alone, isolated in her own fog of invisibility. To protect herself from the icy currents of this indifferent world, she imprisoned herself in a cocoon, suffocating any trace of her longing to be seen and loved, and with it, her self-respect. She resigned herself to the beli