par Barbara Ferreres | Mai 14, 2025 | poetry, Writings
« 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...
par Barbara Ferreres | Avr 7, 2024 | poetry, Writings
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 I thought I...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 21, 2024 | poetry, Writings
Will they notice That the person they built For their life to fit Is nothing like me I hide in liesAs in their tears Lies the fear Of the unknown. They can’t bear me embrassing destruction Thinking it’s a delusion Worse than leopards lurking on a prey, These perverted...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 15, 2024 | To hide when the morning comes, Writings
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...
par Barbara Ferreres | Fév 28, 2024 | poetry, prompted writing, short stories, Writings
There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take That one seemed to surprise the reaper more Should she tell her she hid itIn one of those last kisses Would she...
