Σάββατο, 17 Ιανουαρίου 2009

INDIGO BLUE





Bluebird

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 pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores 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?


by Charles Bukowski






2 σχόλια:

  1. ΤΕΛΕΙΟ ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙ ΑΠΟ ΜΙΑ ΤΕΛΕΙΑ ΦΩΝΗ ! ΦΙΛΕΝΑΔΑ ΣΈΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΩ ΠΟΛΥ ! ΝΑ ΣΟΥ ΠΩ.....ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ ΚΑΙ ΤΣΑΡΛΣ ΜΠΟΥΚΟΦΣΚΙ ; ΑΘΥΡΟΣΤΟΜΟΣ ΠΟΛΥ,ΑΛΛΑ ΤΟΝ ΓΟΥΣΤΑΡΩ ΑΠΟ ΜΙΚΡΟ ΠΑΙΔΙ ! ΚΑΙ ΚΑΤΙ ΑΛΛΟ....ΑΥΤΟΣ ΤΟ ΕΓΡΑΨΕ ΤΟ ΣΥΓΚΕΚΡΙΜΕΝΟ ;
    ΚΑΛΟ ΒΡΑΔΥ

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  2. @σκορπιες σκεψεις

    Καλημέρα Δημήτρη. Πολύ χαίρομαι που σου άρεσε! Αθυρόστομος ο Μπουκόφσκι, δίκιο έχεις... δε βαριέσαι, όλα για τους ανθρώπους είναι...χαχαχα!!!
    Δικό του είναι το ποίημα bluebird, ναι.

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