La belleza en el fango

8/14/2006 10:06:00 p.m.
The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.
but they might need rain
not shoes
but a place towalk.
not cigarettes,
they tell us,
but a place to burn.
or we're told:
space and a place to fly might be the same.
the dead don't need me.
nor do the living.
but the dead might need each other.
in fact, the dead might need everything we need
and we need so much if we only knew what it was.
it is probably everything
and we will all probably die trying to get it
or die
because we don't get it.
I hope you will understand when I am dead
I got as much as possible.










Charles Bukowski a.k.a Henry Chinasky
1920-1994




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