sexta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2016





Egon Schiele -*- “Les Amants”


There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****s and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be sad.
Then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man weep,
but I don’t weep,
Do you?
Charles Bukowski

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