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Michelle Rita

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Finally, and for the first time, I started to live on my own. I was feeling creative and excited. Living by myself meant that I had all the freedom to decorate, cook, wander around the house naked and grab things up from the floor with my toes, judgement free. I…

From an early age, the land where I was born was mentioned on my school homework. Misspelled but described with nostalgia and curiosity. Destiny made me move to the United States, and when it was possible I went to Connecticut. Without expectations, I led to the indicated address, and in…

I built a house for you, for me, for us. This house didn’t have walls, wasn’t palpable or visible but it existed. I know it existed. It was filled with contagious laughter, contemplative silences, heartfelt caresses, and deep stares. It smelled of you, of me and the sea. Only our…

Day by day I could feel her giving up. I no longer knew what to do for her. Lying in the dark, she examined emptiness, lull herself to sleep, and in the morning stood at the bedroom window. With her arms tangled on the wood, she memorized that landscape, for…

In the uncertainty I lose myself in thoughts of loss and detachment. Have to admit that you died on me. There were, a few, moments of loyal companionship, truth in your eyes and genuine joy, that you expressed for me. Enough to change me forever. Through the pain you forced…

January 16, 6 am I was running late, in the corridors of the airport. Accelerated and barefoot, I passed the security, almost lost the plane, and I started my first trip alone. My parents didn’t like the idea. Months before, Paris was the scene of death and terror. Although fearful,…

One sunny afternoon, the birds were singing, you on the marble bench cooking, and I in the background, planning the next nonsense. I do not remember what I said or did, maybe I was disobedient or defiant. Definitely it wasn’t an exemplary behavior. You dropped whatever you had in your…