Of beginnings

« 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.
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 […]
My mother’s daughter

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 thought:« I’ll never be this bitter »I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that […]
