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THE CAR IS ON FIRE

AND THERE'S NO DRIVER AT THE WHEEL

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the bluebird

Rita

 

 

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.


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.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up? 
you want to screw up the
works? 
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe? 


there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.


then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you? 

 

Charles Bukowski

 

 

 

 

 

Se é para voltar tem de ser com as palavras certas, mesmo que sejam emprestadas. Se é para assumir para mim mesma que é isto que quero, a única maneira é jogar com tudo.
Chega de implorar que cante baixinho, que seja invisível, que desapareça de vez, que me deixe "viver" em paz. Possivelmente até nem canta afinado, as penas são feias, é demasiado pequeno ou demasiado grande, mas é meu. E cada vez que canta e tento desesperadamente que se cale, ele está simplesmente a tentar salvar-me. 
 
 

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