"The Crunch", Charles Bukowski (Tradução)

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  • Опубліковано 8 вер 2024
  • 🔰Música: Max Richter- November
    🔰Filmes: 1917, Brelindzè, The Devil All the Time, Farewell, Doctor Sleep, The Pursuit of Hapyness, Breakfast Club, Lady Bird, Moonlight, Three Colors, Dunkirk, The Great Beuty, The Plataform, Inglorious Basterds e Joker
    🔰Narrador: Tom O'Bedlam
    🔰The Crunch by Charles Bukowski:
    Too much
    too little
    or not enough
    too fat
    too thin
    or nobody
    laughter or
    tears
    or immaculate
    haters
    lovers
    non-concern
    an old guy in a cheap room
    with a photograph of Marilyn Monroe
    many old guys in cheap rooms without
    any photographs at all
    there is a loneliness in this world so great
    that you can see it in the slow movements of
    the hands of a clock
    there is a loneliness in this world so great
    that you can see it blinking in neon signs
    in Vegas, in Baltimore, in Munich
    there are people so tired
    so strafed
    that buying a bargain can of tuna
    in a supermarket
    is their greatest moment
    their greatest victory
    we don't need new governments
    new revolutions
    we don't need new men
    new women
    we don't need new ways
    good Columbian
    coke
    dildoes
    watches that give you the date
    people are not good to each other
    one on one.
    Marx be damned
    the sin is not the totality of certain systems.
    Christianity be damned
    the sin is not the killing of a God.
    people are just not good to each other.
    we are afraid
    we think that hatred means strength
    what we need is less brilliance
    what we need is less instruction
    what we need are less poets
    what we need are less Bukowskies
    what we need is more
    beer
    a typist
    more finches
    we don't think about the terror of one person
    aching in one place
    alone
    untouched
    unspoken to
    watering a plant
    being without a telephone that will never
    ring
    because there isn't one.
    more haters than lovers
    slices of doom like taffeta
    people are not good to each other
    people are not good to each other
    people are not good to each other
    and the beads swing and the clouds cloud
    and the dogs piss upon the roses
    and the killer beheads the child like taking a bite
    out of an ice cream cone
    and the ocean comes in and out
    in and out
    under the direction of a senseless moon
    and people are not good to each other.

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