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...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 3, 2024 | Textes à cacher quand le matin vient, To hide when the morning comes, Writings
I should be sleeping instead of sitting on the toilet writing this but, reflecting on how satisfying today’s date is and given it’s 3am, I am really glad I didn’t listen to reasonable me (for now). I was thinking about something. Well, I was reading a book...
par Barbara Ferreres | Fév 6, 2024 | poetry, Writings
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...
par Barbara Ferreres | Déc 4, 2023 | poetry, Writings
Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.Offer me your veinsI’ll help you containThe unspeakable painOf knowing all humans die in vain I saw them pledge to the divine, Drinking Sunday’s wineThey promise nothing...
par Barbara Ferreres | Août 10, 2023 | poetry, Writings
I’m taking the trainI know the train is travelling with meIt’s reassuringTo know it’s there to contain me I just have to sit and be contained in a sweet rolling sound Sit in that sweet rolling soundSweat away the tears drooling, you’re safe and sound See that the sea...
