Douglas Alves Ferreira

It's the year 50 b.C., in Ancient Egypt. The Roman army has just invaded the country and is now moving war prisoners across the desert. But a rebel boy will try to escape his captors.

Once a dream wove a shade, and pitying I dropped a tear. But I saw lights near, that light the ground while the soul wanders.

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Between memories and intimate ghosts, a narrator wanders through the haunted corners of her own memory.

No synopsis available yet.

No synopsis available yet.

It's the year 50 b.C., in Ancient Egypt. The Roman army has just invaded the country and is now moving war prisoners across the desert. But a rebel boy will try to escape his captors.

It's the year 50 b.C., in Ancient Egypt. The Roman army has just invaded the country and is now moving war prisoners across the desert. But a rebel boy will try to escape his captors.

Once a dream wove a shade, and pitying I dropped a tear. But I saw lights near, that light the ground while the soul wanders.

Once a dream wove a shade, and pitying I dropped a tear. But I saw lights near, that light the ground while the soul wanders.

Once a dream wove a shade, and pitying I dropped a tear. But I saw lights near, that light the ground while the soul wanders.

No synopsis available yet.

Between memories and intimate ghosts, a narrator wanders through the haunted corners of her own memory.

Between memories and intimate ghosts, a narrator wanders through the haunted corners of her own memory.

Between memories and intimate ghosts, a narrator wanders through the haunted corners of her own memory.

No synopsis available yet.

No synopsis available yet.