blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday's
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
an a quiet Sunday morning.
one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it's
side.
yes, some lives were made to be
wasted.
Charles Bukowski
miércoles, 16 de abril de 2008
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solo el pinche de bukowski escribe asi como de cabron de cantina... como una puta hablandole a otra, como de chingada madre que paso pelana?
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