Is life worth a tea?
What’s the worth of a life everything keeps passing through?This cigarette, it’s gonna be gone in a minute or twoI’m thinking of my relatives and they’re gonna be gone soonThis tea I’m drinking, I’ll forget aout it too
What remains
I should sleep less, I should read more;Write about my lore, Reclaim those sleepless nights again As mine.
Delusion of destruction
Will they notice That the person they built For their life to fit Is nothing like me
20/03/2014 – I am my own character, meditation on Virginia Woolf’s A Room of one’s own
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 wisely. She will write […]
04/03/2023 – « Never a frown, with golden brown »
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 skin turns golden in the summer. My dad’s all year. We never argue, and I never […]