یک جایی می رسد که آدم دست به خودکشی می زند ، نه اینکه یک تیغ بردارد رگش را بزند ، نه! قید احساسش را می زند.
Charles Bukowskiدر انتظار مرگ
مثل گربه ای که روی تخت می پرد
خیلی خیلی متاسفم برای زنم
اوست که باید
این بدن خشک و سفید شده
را ببیند
یکبار تکان اش دهد
و بعد شاید دوباره:
ـــ "هنک"
جوابی نمی دهد
مایه نگرانی ام مرگ نیست
زنم است
که با این توده ی هیچ
برجا می ماند
می خواهم به اطلاع او برسانم
در تمامی شب ها
که کنار او آرم گرفته ام
حتی عبث ترین بگو مگو ها
باشکوه بوده اند
اکنون کلماتی که
همیشه از گفتن شان هراس داشته ام:
دوستت
دارم
DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG
Charles BukowskiStichwörter: life death dying morbid
The young will never know
how recklessly we went
from bed to bed,
from body to body,
from night to night.
it all, at times, became a
bore.
I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oil on my body, cooks for me, talks to me, goes to bed with me. Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of a woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.
Charles BukowskiI got the sad sads and all I want to do is fuck you.
Charles BukowskiStichwörter: somebody
Before, they wouldn't speak to each other. Now they were mobilized. The Tribe was in danger.
Charles BukowskiWhat were doctors, lawyers, scientists? They were just men who allowed themselves to be deprived of their freedom to think and act as individuals.
Charles BukowskiI've got the sad sads all I want to do is fuck you.
Charles BukowskiStichwörter: somebody
Endurance is more important than truth.
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