It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.
Charles BukowskiI was only photographing in words the reality of it all.
Charles BukowskiThose faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.
Charles BukowskiI will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her
even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid
and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:
I love
you.
all that I know is that I believe in
the sound of music and the
running of a horse. all else is
squabble.
and when love came to us twice
and lied to us twice
we decided to never love again
that was fair
fair to us
and fair to love itself.
we ask for no mercy or no
miracles;
we are strong enough to live
and to die and to
kill flies,
attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack,
live on luck and skill,
get alone, get alone often,
and if you can't sleep alone
be careful of the words you speak in your sleep;
and
ask for no mercy
no miracles;
and don't forget:
time is meant to be wasted,
love fails
and death is useless.
Mots clés love
nobody ever finds
the one
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
Prazan džep ima neku primjesu romantizma samo kada si jako mlad.
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