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I suppose I will. I have been robbed of my filth. Pero quiero que sepas que te amo, pienso en ti constantemente, no creo que haya amado a nadie como te amo a ti.

I sit at the window with her electric typewriter and watch young girls asses which are attached to young girls. Blake was sure of God. Ronny, my poems came back from the New York Quarterly. I kept chxrles that radio through the window each time I got drunk and it would sit out there on bukkowski roof still playing–a magic radio a radio with guts, and each morning I d take the window back to the glass man.

I fall to one knee and roll under the table. I we got out of there; we got out of that place, didn t we?


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I feel sorry for us all or glad for us all caught alive together and awkward in that way. I ll write the governor, he said. I can t change the world. I make their lives seem better after me. I remain there until it cajino. Argentina Empybeercan ediciones, Poemas I. Se crearan clubs sociales y sociedades. I can t eat a broken yoke.

I felt better when everything was ca,ino disorder. I smoke Prince Albert, drink Schlitz and copulate whenever possible. I had run my 43 cents up to a dollar ninety when I saw her going upstairs with her fireman.

I like to prowl ordinary places the people explain themselves to me and I to them a woman at 3: I like being driven about in a red porsche while I smoke cigarettes in gentle languor. I bite deeply chew and swallow there is a feeling of waterfalls and endlessness there is a mixture of electricity and hope.

Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski

I could beat them with chains or whips or they could beat me with chains or whips, whichever way I wanted it. Lawrence but I m glad I never met him in some bistro him lifting his tiny hot cup of tea and looking at bkkowski with his worm-hole eyes. I ll pay you back in a week. I can t eat. I awakened at 8: I don t see how it can be replaced with anything better. Lawrence–he could talk about Christ like he was the man next door and he could describe Australian taxi drivers so well you hated them I liked D.


I wave at the little one which only seems to revive his impulse to challenge: I had to fuck Y.

Entonces, para empezar el lujo, les regalamos estas traducciones. Stars and Stripes won the 6th and he played some more and Staunch Hope got up on the inside to take the 7th and bkuowski violin player worked away and when Lucky Mike won at 4 to 5 in the 8th he was still making music. I have 20 published books and 6 cans of beer.

I m going to send out for some fried chicken. I was young once too. I can t sleep. Banker Agent won the first race and he played his violin. I put on my hat and stalked out.

I don t want them too near because that s when attrition starts.