« And now let’s welcome the New Year,
Full of things that never have been »
— As I paint the night with my screams
Fireworks join me in this peticular choir,
Red flashes illuminating my face —
They’re highlighting the pain
That comes when things end.
Tapes, from the « Souvenirs » painting series, by Okaasan/Nathalie Ferreres, mixed media on canvas, all rights reserved 2023-2024
She noticed the graphite scratching,
The ink flowing ;
Second scretched,
As she lurked
It’s too much sound
Should I make it round
To the telegrapher
Or doesn’t it matter
(suite…)
What’s the worth of a life everything keeps passing through?
This cigarette, it’s gonna be gone in a minute or two
I’m thinking of my relatives and they’re gonna be gone soon
This tea I’m drinking, I’ll forget aout it too
I should sleep less,
I should read more;
Write about my lore,
Reclaim those sleepless nights again
As mine.
