I’m Érika, and writing is my refuge — my most honest way of speaking.
Erika.
In this space, I share thoughts and emotions born from the heart, seeking to resonate with others. Here, I keep little pieces of life turned into words.
However, I felt something was missing: sharing them with my English-speaking friends too — and that’s why we’re here! 💫
Enjoy! ♥️
The Devil
I remember her name clearly, and the color of our uniform. Her name was Claudia Zorro, and the skirt was blue-and-green plaid, Scottish style, a white shirt, blue tie, and a beige blazer. After more than ten years being educated (and spoiled) at the neighborhood school, where the teachers loved me like a silly daughter…
Touched and sunk
I remember that ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been terrified of certain dreams. If I dreamed about a wedding, it meant someone was going to die. If I dreamed about babies, it also meant death. Mice, death. Dirty water, death. Basically—according to my very limited knowledge of the subject—everything, absolutely everything, had…
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