Charles Bukowski (No hay camino al paraíso). by PACO: LITERATURA. Play next; Play now. El Extraño Caso Del Señor Valdemar – Edgar Allan Poe. Poemas recitados. Un espacio para la poesía recitada en la voz de Tomás Galindo. 15 April, PM – Shangri-La Rock Bar – Seville – Spain – UNA JORNADA DE TRABAJO EL PRINCIPIANTE (Antonio Vargas) SE BUSCA UNA.
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I don t want them too near because that s when attrition starts.
La especie humana lo exagera todo: I ride it myself. I told them that I was feeling bad I didn t expect all these mothers arriving with their tits distended you see I am too good with the drunken letter and the drunken phonecall screaming for love when I probably don t have it I am going out to buy more towels bedsheets Alka-Seltzer washrags mop handles mops swords knives bombs vaseline flowers of yearning the works of De Sade.
Y he aprendido a sentirme bien cuando me siento bien. I believe in a simple violence. I m next, I m next, I m next!
Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski
Villon was a mugger. Pero quiero que sepas que te amo, pienso en ti constantemente, no creo que haya amado a nadie como te amo a ti.
Stars and Stripes won the 6th and he played some more and Staunch Hope got up on the inside to take the 7th and the violin player worked away and when Lucky Mike won at 4 to 5 in the 8th he was still making music. I ll stay home and read the National Enquirer.
I was young once too. I figured a few had slipped by me but I was a good sport. I just want to watch the movie, he answered. I sit with them. I look through it. I imagine them brave and crazy I imagine them beautiful. I do remember missing the woman who worked in the garden in her bathing suit, she really dug with that trowel and she put her behind up in the air yay I used to sit in the window and watch the sun shine all over that thing.
Ronny, mis poemas son rechazados por el New York Quarterly. Bogie s not dead yet. I kept throwing that radio through the window each time I got drunk and it would sit out there on the roof still playing–a magic radio a radio with guts, and each morning I d take the window back to the glass man.
I can t eat. I slapped a wet rubber glove down his mouth and cut the wire. I have lost my rhythm. Ronny, my poems came back from the New York Quarterly. I had run my 43 cents up paraiwo a dollar ninety when I saw her going upstairs with her fireman. I don t remember how it ended exactly though I do remember we finally moved out. But I think of you constantly, I feel you here in my belly like a baby, love I d call it, no matter what happens I d call it love, and so you fucked C.
I smoked cigarettes and drank beer until I felt good enough to board the bus with the souls of all those dead animals riding with me; heads would turn slightly women would bukowsski and move away from me. Argentina Empybeercan ediciones, Poemas I. I think he s very gentle.
I still maintain the French are weak. I am a poetry junkie. Blake was sure of God. Caminno felt better when everything was in disorder.
Calaméo – Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski
I m sorry, I said, I m really sorry. I have 20 published books and 6 cans of beer.
I think you re crazy too so the way you think: