« 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.
Catégorie : poetry
Souvenir
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
Revolution fest
It’s too much soundShould I make it round To the telegrapherOr doesn’t it matter
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.