Eu me reservo o direito de poetizar de forma louca
às favas com a coerência
e o espaço-tempo rigoroso
me reservo o direito de dizer sandices
de abluções em fogo
e cuspidelas de meteoros
sorver a via láctea num trago longo
picotar a realidade em pedacinhos
como Shiva bêbado
e o vomitar de estrelas na divinal ressaca
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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, 7 de março de 2014
domingo, 2 de março de 2014
Ainda com cheiro de noite
Ainda com cheiro de noite
adentro a manhã rosada
comigo junto
cigarro
e alguns versos.
adentro a manhã rosada
comigo junto
cigarro
e alguns versos.
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