lunes, 13 de julio de 2009
across the universe
De dónde vienes y a dónde vas no importa mucho cuando entras a un apartamento desconocido por la ventana de un baño en una noche de lluvia.

Comprometerse o no, estar comprometido sin quererlo o saberlo, saber algo. Y los Beatles como banda sonora a una vida incierta pero placentera y sabrosa como un bol de fresas frescas.

Across the universe me ha tocado el corazón, pero aún no tengo claro si me lo estaba estrujando o abrazando.


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miércoles, 1 de julio de 2009
Trash can

The Trash Can

this is great, I just wrote two
poems I didn't like.

there is a trash can on this
computer.
I just moved the poems
over
and dropped them into
the trash can.

they're gone forever, no
paper, no sound, no
fury, no placenta
and then
just a clean screen
awaits you.

it's always better
to reject yourself before
the editors do.

especially on a rainy
night like this with
bad music on the radio.

and now--
I know what you're
thinking:
maybe he should have
trashed this
misbegotten one
also.

ha, ha, ha,
ha.


Charles Bukowski

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