domingo, julio 17

Stop playing around


- You do love feeling this way, don't you?
- Yes, I do.
- Even almost everybody looks rarely at you...
- I don't know.
- Don't you see it's alcohol?
- No, it's me. Touched by it, but me itself: The me I hate the less, the only me I manage to stand.
- ...that's not the good path...
- Shut up, bitch! I didn´t ask for approval, I just want to reach the other shore of the beach.


(...) There's a blue bird in my heart that
wants to get out,
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke...

The bluebird, Charles Bukowski.


1 comentario:

Igor dijo...

El amigo Bukoswky era un salvaje. Mi nivel de inglés impide que lo entienda al 100% pero recuerdo el Factótum. Y escribía muy bien. Incluso poemas. Es extraño, bueno este hombre estaba fuera de lo común en todo.