One day, not when you’re old and not a few years from now, you’ll understand, as one who discovers traces of gunpowder on a battlefield, so many words that I and others, like myself, have told you. One day you will regret the time you lost in the bad decisions…
It was early, not more than the usual when an arrow busted my eardrums and my soul began to bleed. A wave of blood drowned me in pain and made me forget what I had heard. When I caught my breath I remembered again: -Are you there? – Yes. I…
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…
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.…
Writing about homesickness is like having heart surgery. It’s evasive. My heart is inside a snow globe, on the highest shelf in my room. Usually, the sun illuminates this glass ball, but on the days I shake it the snow falls and I lose myself. It gets cold, dark and…
This body, where I, live is my favorite place. Today I accept it and I don’t wish another, but it wasn’t always like this. Since I was born my big eyes were always the focus of attention. Impossible not to notice them. When I was fifteen, I discovered black eyeliner…
– “They’ll call her Carolina.” I hugged that belly from when I knew you were living in there. They didn’t ask my opinion when they choose your name, but if they had I would probably suggested Mulan, Ariel or another Disney princess name. I was just a seven-year-old girl. When…
– Girls! Come set the table! – My parents and grandparents shouted, in distant pasts. There were six of us gathering around the table. Then seven. Again six. And then five, because I left. I remember rolling my eyes when they yelled my name, always interrupting something extremely useless, but vital…
This was a happy day, I thought. She was acting weird. Weird like when you’re hanging with a cheerful group and everyone is having fun except your friend. You’re embarrassed. She was that friend all day. Come to think of it, the day was not happy for her at all.…
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…