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Bukowski, Charles: 40.000 moscas (40.000 flies in Spanish)

Portre of Bukowski, Charles

40.000 flies (English)

torn by a temporary wind
we come back together again

check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders

wonder if there will be one more
woman

now
40.000 flies running the arms of my
soul
singing
I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store

arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?

what kind of shit is
this?

it’s so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.



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Source of the quotationhttp://mixhead.greghenderson.net

40.000 moscas (Spanish)

Separados por una tormenta pasajera

nos juntamos nuevamente

 

Buscamos cuarteaduras en paredes y techos

y las eternas arañas

 

Me pregunto si habrá una mujer más.

Ahora

 

40,000 moscas recorren

los brazos

de mi alma

cantando:

"I met a million dollar baby in a

5 and 10 cent

store"

 

¿Brazos de mi alma?

¿moscas?

¿cantando?

 

¿qué clase de mierda

es ésta?

 

Es tan fácil ser poeta

y tan difícil ser

hombre.



Uploaded byP. T.
Source of the quotationhttp://gatopistola.blogspot.hu

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