Saturday, November 28, 2009

o zi

eu incerc sa le fac bine, dar nu-mi iese intotdeauna si incerc in mod natural, nu calcand peste morala proprie. Poate de-asta am avut o saptamana superba. Dar chiar si asa...


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.



Trapped


Don't undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don't undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.



“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”

"You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”

“The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting.”

"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead"

"That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen."

"you have to die a few times before you can really
live."

"...in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say
touch it
but then
give it back."


"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."

"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?



Charles Bukovski. I like this guy.

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