Bye bye, mum!

A: It´s your time, son!

B: Are you sure, mum? It sounds like a joke more than a real fact. You have been preparing me for this moment since I was a little kid.

A: Yeah! I know! That was my intention!

B: Excellent then. Everything is understood.

A: Really?

B: Of course, mum. Here is your luggage. I´ve been packing it up for months. It´s your turn to leave home and let me live my life. Good luck!

Oh Canada!

New experience. Red and white. Information, colours, cards, photographs. Enjoying our time just trying to make it work what is a success abroad.  An approach to other continents. An approach to other cultures. An approach to a new way of doing things. An approach to our classmates. Share and create. The main values of the international fair.

55 killers´ thought

Sunday evening. Having a walk. She just deserved her death. She was constantly making me feel bad. She didn´t have the dinner on time and I have to wait for more than 10 minutes everyday. She used to wear those tight trousers. Other men looked at her. That´s why I had to punish her. It´s obvious. She was mine. I can do whatever I want with her. She was my property. Why did she start shouting at me? What did she expect? I had to kill her. I´m going to call the police. I´m sure they will understand me.

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Monotony

Tic-tac. Another shout. Tic-tac. Another push. Tic-tac. Another injury. Tic-tac. Another bruise. Tic-tac. Another arm broken. Tic-tac. Another murder. Tic-tac. Another victim. Tic-tac. One woman less.

Don´t let women´s murders be as monotonous as the sound of a clock.

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The theatre

“I´m Mrs. Texas”, said to the pupils. She knew they were all going to joke at her surname. They didn´t. So she decided to start preparing a cow-boy performance.

Just do it

A: Cooperative learning: the first sexual experience

B: We have already passed the previous lessons. Don´t you think we are prepared enough to do it?

A: Yeah! Just do it.

New experience

Sweet, salad, sour. What a variety of flavors I´m able to taste now. I can´t understand why I have been so many months just drinking milk from my mum´s tits.

I´m hungry

“What are those little brown balls? Do you really think I´m going to eat that while you have such an appetizing fish? It´s my turn! Let´s have a slap-up mea!” And the bird died.

What happened yesterday?

He was sat on his favorite chair. No meaning, the same action every day. She makes constant efforts to help him think again. Void. The only name he can remember is Alzheimer.

Traffic lights

New job. New life.

“Welcome Samantha! This is going to be your desk, close to the picture window”, explained her new boss.

“Oh! Thank you! I will try to do my best”, answered Sarah. New office. New life.

On the way back home. Full of bright light thanked to her new place, her new window. Suddenly, RED. The traffic lights showed she needed to stop again. “Why was me the only witness of that murder? Why do I have to change my life? Where is he?” she asked herself. Old thoughts. Old life.

A new chance: GREEN. “Come on, Sarah! You need to continue walking. You can do it”, she encouraged herself.

Home. Everything is different. Letters for Samantha read by Sarah.

His little son asked her if she could help him with his homework. New school. New life.

“I need to write about my family, mum”, asked little James.

YELLOW. Truth or lie? Sadness or happiness? Killer or dad? Old or new?

“Everything is new, little James. Let´s paint all of our walls green”, answered Samantha feeling more confident than ever. Convinced of being a new woman. “Bye bye, Sarah”.