Charles Bukowski (No hay camino al paraíso). by PACO: LITERATURA. Play next; Play now. El Extraño Caso Del Señor Valdemar – Edgar Allan Poe. Poemas recitados. Un espacio para la poesía recitada en la voz de Tomás Galindo. 15 April, PM – Shangri-La Rock Bar – Seville – Spain – UNA JORNADA DE TRABAJO EL PRINCIPIANTE (Antonio Vargas) SE BUSCA UNA.

Author: Nejinn Felar
Country: Sudan
Language: English (Spanish)
Genre: Software
Published (Last): 15 September 2016
Pages: 492
PDF File Size: 3.45 Mb
ePub File Size: 17.40 Mb
ISBN: 210-7-40896-199-7
Downloads: 46523
Price: Free* [*Free Regsitration Required]
Uploader: Dogami

Todos los derechos reservados, Bailando con la Muerte8 El amor es un perro del infierno and other poems Ambos libros agotados actualmente.

Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski

Y he aprendido a sentirme bien cuando me siento bien. Stars and Stripes won the 6th and he played some more and Staunch Hope got up on the inside to take the 7th and the violin player worked away and when Lucky Mike won at 4 to 5 in the 8th he was still making music.

I ll pick the children up at ten. I like being driven about in a red porsche while I smoke cigarettes in gentle languor. I do paraios missing the woman who worked in the garden in her bathing suit, she really dug with that trowel and she put her behind up in the air bukowskii I used to sit in the window and watch the sun shine all over that thing. Sanders chicken with coleslaw, mashed spuds, gravy and biscuits.

The hxy has gone charled the cloud. I just want to watch the movie, he answered. I have nothing to do with the workings. I could beat them with chains or whips or they could beat me with chains or whips, whichever way I wanted it.

I had 43 cents and nothing but time. I get back without accident.


I felt better when everything was in disorder. I told my son and I dropped all my lovers. I suppose that when I die the leftovers will jump some other poor son of a bitch. I still maintain the French are weak. I can t sleep. I m not going to put any panties on so you can finger-fuck me in the dark, she said.

I said, a starving architect, eh? I sit with them. Se crearan clubs sociales y sociedades. I got it goingafter 45 minutes–I mailed 4 letters cnarles something cool came back got into my place and listened to Ives had dreams of empire my great white belly against the fan. I fall to one knee and roll under the table.

I bite deeply chew and swallow there is a feeling of waterfalls and endlessness there is a mixture of electricity and hope. I ride it myself. I rip the page once, twice, three times, then check for matches and icecubes, hot and cold, with some men their conversation is better than their creation and with other men it s a woman almost any woman that is their Rodin among park benches; bird down in road awaiting rats and wheels I know that I have deserted you, the icecubes pile like fool s gold in the pitcher and now they are playing Alex Scriabin which is a little better but not much for me.

I m like an x-ray machine I like them like that: I make their lives seem better after me.

Calaméo – Toca el piano borracho – Charles Bukowski

La especie humana lo exagera todo: Entonces, para empezar el lujo, les regalamos estas traducciones. I slapped him with a wet towel. But I think of you constantly, I feel you here in my belly like a baby, love I d call it, no matter what happens I d call it love, and so you fucked C.

I ll write the governor, he said.

I don t know how many firemen were in the building or where they were. I had run my 43 bbukowski up to a dollar ninety when I saw her going upstairs with her fireman.

  ISO 2597-1 PDF

I can t eat. I mean, what difference does it make? Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentences he could lay the word down bright and writhing there was the stink of blood and murder and sacrifice about him the only tenderness he allowed was when he bedded down his large German wife.

I hate him I love you! I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends. I care chrales you, darling, I love you, the only reason I fucked L.

I hope he doesn t drink too much beer. I get dizzy spells in supermarkets spit blood when I drink whiskey and become bumowski to the point of grief when I think of all the good women I have known who have.

The New Yorker, pard. I feel sorry for us all or glad for us all caught alive together and awkward pqraiso that way. I told them that I was feeling bad Cxmino didn t expect all these mothers arriving with their tits distended you see I am too good with the drunken letter and the drunken phonecall screaming for love when I probably don t have bukoaski I am going out to buy more towels bedsheets Alka-Seltzer washrags mop handles mops swords knives bombs vaseline flowers of yearning the works of De Sade.

I can t even find a roach to commune with. I walked over and got in a dart game with Harry the Horse and the corner newsboy. I have been robbed of my filth.