par Barbara Ferreres | Fév 28, 2024 | Ecrits, Textes à cacher quand le matin vient
J’ai la tête vide. Quand je dis ça, vous pensez à un grand carré blanc où à un grand carré noir ? C’est comme l’analogie du verre, sauf que le mien est tout le temps noir. C’est vide de plein. Trop plein. Mais parfois ça déborde pas, alors...
par Barbara Ferreres | Fév 28, 2024 | poetry, prompted writing, short stories, Writings
There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take That one seemed to surprise the reaper more Should she tell her she hid itIn one of those last kisses Would she...
par Barbara Ferreres | Fév 6, 2024 | poetry, Writings
It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I...
