duminică, 13 aprilie 2014
Bluebird
"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there."
[Charles Bukowski - Bluebird]
marți, 18 martie 2014
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