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Michelle Rita

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I. Empathy Imagine yourself single, emotionally available and wanting to meet new people without the help of chance. Imagine yourself on your way to a blind date. Different from the common definition. (This my imaginary challenge implies thinking about a literally blind date. In the dark and orchestrated by no…

One day, which I don’t remember, he left. On another day, which I don’t remember, our family was divided in two. Yet another day, which I also don’t remember, the love between them ended. Forever. “Divorced, with two daughters?” “Divorced, without the two daughters?” Being a daughter of divorced parents…

The first man who broke my heart was Nicholas, you can call him Santa Claus. And we all know why. The second one was Leo that after spending an evening staring at the stars, moved to another state and never came back. Pedro followed, who began to share the preschool…

I woke up in the middle of the night with the certainty that I wasn’t alone. I felt your presence as before.  Once again, you appear uninvited. You bring the music that once united us and encouraged us to create memories. The melody whispers through the living room window, as…

South House is one of Alice’s hosts. I choose this bar to be alone, because it welcomes me and camouflages me. We, a glass of wine and a genealogical musical tree watching us. The white walls covered with art, a quiet environment and the average light. I uncapped the pen,…

9:30 am – “I’m unsatisfied…. I want a doughnut!” – “No you don’t. Remember your diet.” Silence. Killer look. He stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts: – “I need some air!” I slammed the door and leaned against the side of the red car, devouring the mischief. He positioned himself in front…

I started a fire in the pit and laid the fluffy blanket on the wooden floor. In front of the fireplace I had prepared a table of snacks with peeled nuts and strawberries. You were taking a shower while I made a Baileys coffee. This drink reminds me of Christmas.…