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.
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
Delusion of destruction
Will they notice That the person they built For their life to fit Is nothing like me
20/03/2014 – I am my own character, meditation on Virginia Woolf’s A Room of one’s own
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 wisely. She will write […]
De laatste weg
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