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Even in the most introspective, reclusive and sad moments of life, I tried to express my authenticity in some way, whether through clothes, hair, the vast taste in music acquired along the way, through the critical and rebellious way of putting myself in situations of injustice. Sometimes I felt the need to expose myself more […]

My name is Cinderella… (pause for you to say “Hi, Cinderella”) I am 35 years old (almost 36) and I am addicted to sugar. It all started when I was still very young, my friends introduced me to Venda da Dona Tereza, next to my house. That little shop looked like the house of the witch in

My face is exquisite, not in a sexy way, although it may also be. If you look at me attentively to beyond what your eyes want to see, you will observe one side is very different from the other. I have delicate traits but also strong and exaggerated shapes. It depends on my emotions, what

This is not a story of a date that didn\’t work out (or did). It\’s not about the last crush where everything started out great but got nowhere. It\’s not just about learning to live and discovering myself through my personal relationships (but it is). This is not a romantic love story between two individuals. This is a love

This is not the original text I wrote to be the first on the new site and the first of 2021. The text I had written tells the story of my last relationship. It\’s called \”The last blow of the male who pretended to be a prince\”. Just by the title you can imagine how good

I was 26 when I discovered my first gray hair. Well, who really found out was my ex-husband, on the first day of our Honeymoon. We were sitting in the shade, by the pool, when he looked at me in astonishment and with the immature sensitivity of a young man said: “Nooossaaaa, look at the size of

Two weeks ago you said goodbye to me at the airport, leaving an immense void in my heart. It made me want to catch the first flight back to Brazil. But sitting there on a bench, waiting for my crying to calm down so I could take the Airtrain back to Jamaica Plain, I remembered you telling

Last weekend I stopped. I stopped at once. I spent the whole weekend in bed, tossing and turning, bored. Trying to find in a book, a movie and even in the landscape the way out of my physical isolation and my mind swamped with thoughts. The Friday leading up to that weekend, I went to bed late again after

Telling the same tale, again…Cinderella meets a Prince, super interested in her, affectionate and apparently not afraid to show feelings. Cinderella, fearless and self-assured, expresses herself, but remains herself and goes on with her normal life. She goes out with friends, goes out alone, does what she feels like, but respecting herself and the Prince. In less than

After returning to Brazil for a while, I decided to start cleaning things up, throwing the old things away, donating what hadn\’t been used for a long time, changing an old-fashioned layout. I started with my room, went to the kitchen and when I saw it, I was already proudly working as a day laborer at