— too much too little or too late too fat too thin or too bad laughter or tears or immaculate unconcern haters lovers armies running through streets of pain waving wine bottles bayoneting and fucking everyone or an old guy in a cheap quiet room with a photograph of Marilyn Monroe. there is a loneliness … Continue reading
Non ho smesso di pensarti, vorrei tanto dirtelo. Vorrei scriverti che mi piacerebbe tornare, che mi manchi e che ti penso. Ma non ti cerco. Non ti scrivo neppure ciao. Non so come stai. E mi manca saperlo. Hai progetti? Hai sorriso oggi? Cos’hai sognato? Esci? Dove vai? Hai dei sogni? Hai mangiato? Mi piacerebbe … Continue reading
pull a string, a puppet moves … each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand – and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of … Continue reading
Roll the dice if you’re going to try, go all the way otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing … Continue reading
Charles Bukowski : El genio de la multitud Hay suficiente traición, odio, violencia, necedad en el ser humano corriente como para abastecer cualquier ejército o cualquier jornada. Y los mejores asesinos son aquellos que predican en su contra y los que mejor odian son aquellos que predican amor y los que mejor luchan en la guerra … Continue reading