the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh coversthe bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
I Met A Genius
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
again...Charles Bukowski (1923 - 1994)
están en inglés por que no me gustan las traducciones que hay...
1 comentario:
Yo amo el mar, en especial en invierno.
u.u
quizas a ese niño le pasó algo, o quizas simplemente no le gusta.
=/
que gran variedad de gustos que hay.
A mi que me den una copa savory, pero sin salsa de frambuesa abajo ni crema y galletitas encima, solo los tres sabores y que sea chocolotate abajo, frutilla al medio y encima chocolate otra vez.
Supongo que si suena mal en español.
Las maravillas del idioma.
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