Clara - Nas Ruas de Brasília
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Last published Sat, Feb 6, 2016
Clara é uma menina de cinco ou seis anos que nasceu nas ruas de Brasília. Menina de rua, não conheceu sua mãe. Seu pai, entregue às drogas e perdido pela sociedade, se afunda na lama de sua vida e não tem nem um pouco de compaixão pela sua filha.
Encontrada atravessando o trânsito pesado da cidade, ficou famosa pela tentativa de salvação por um trabalhador que passava de carro. Ambos foram filmados pelos celulares nervosos dos que passavam pelo local. A partir daí nasce uma história de amor, tristeza, sobrevivência e o mundo desconhecido dos sem-teto - esquecidos pela sociedade.
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