This story is fiction, and any events or near-similar events in actual life which did transpire have not prejudiced the author toward any figures involved or uninvolved; in other words, the mind, the imagination, the creative facilities have been allowed to run freely, and that means invention, of which said is drawn and caused by living one year short of half a century with the human race . . . and is not narrowed down to any specific case, cases, newspaper stories, and was not written to harm, infer or do injustice to any of my fellow creatures involved in circumstances similar to the story to follow.

(Charles Bukowski, "The Murder Of Ramon Vasquez")

sexta-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2013

A semana transcorreu escura

A semana transcorreu escura
não no sentido climático
a não ser que falemos
do clima
da alma.

Não, ela transcorreu escura
não porque faltassem
raios de sol

falo de outro
de trevas.

2 comentários:

  1. Trevas da alma, a pior de todas as trevas.
    Felicidades pra tu.
    Continue escrevendo.



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