par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 30, 2024 | poetry, Writings
I should sleep less, I should read more;Write about my lore, Reclaim those sleepless nights again As mine. There’s something that drives me wild During those days spent in bed Dreams and reality merge, Into a single flow. Floating around, I’m the unreliable narrator...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 30, 2024 | Ecrits, Poésie
À ma chère soeur, qui se reconnaîtra “J’ai cru lire la daronne”La sentence sonne J’avoue j’deviens venerJe perds mon pied à terre Quand je pense compter pour personne Je deviens conne Aujourd’hui ma soeur m’a regardé et m’a dit “J’ai cru lire la daronne” Haha, c’est...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 21, 2024 | poetry, Writings
Will they notice That the person they built For their life to fit Is nothing like me I hide in liesAs in their tears Lies the fear Of the unknown. They can’t bear me embrassing destruction Thinking it’s a delusion Worse than leopards lurking on a prey, These perverted...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 15, 2024 | To hide when the morning comes, Writings
Virginia Woolf once wrote in her famous feminist essay A Room of One’s Own (1929) that “A female writer cannot afford to live her life too clearly. If she does, she will write in a rage when she should write calmly. She will write in a rage when she should write...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 4, 2024 | Militant texts, prompted writing, Textes à cacher quand le matin vient, To hide when the morning comes, Uncategorized, Writings
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? If I were to write my autobiography, The Strangler’s « Golden Brown » sweet refrain would immediately come to my mind as an opening sentence. I am of Mediterranean Spanish decent and my...
