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.
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 […]