tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847320403900096201.post5888655997828466648..comments2023-10-06T16:11:44.321+03:00Comments on ΟΙΝΟΠΝΕΥΜΑΤΑ ΑΝΤΙΛΟΓΙΑΣ: Ωστε θέλεις να γίνεις συγγραφέαςΒ.Σ.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911964493369205495noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847320403900096201.post-32294141040254248892010-10-15T20:07:54.995+03:002010-10-15T20:07:54.995+03:00Αυτό το σχόλιο αφαιρέθηκε από τον συντάκτη.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00964633479056602526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847320403900096201.post-77269179109534827632010-10-15T20:06:42.717+03:002010-10-15T20:06:42.717+03:00....όμορφη η πορεία που διαγράφεις επί της γης ποι.......όμορφη η πορεία που διαγράφεις επί της γης ποιητή...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00964633479056602526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847320403900096201.post-56185051722551693442009-01-25T23:49:00.000+02:002009-01-25T23:49:00.000+02:00Μεγάλη ποιητική αλήτικη μορφή ο Τσάρλ Μπουκόφσκι.Ά...Μεγάλη ποιητική αλήτικη μορφή ο Τσάρλ Μπουκόφσκι.<BR/>Άναρχος Ελεύθερος και αδογμάτικος.<BR/><BR/>BEER<BR/><BR/>from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell<BR/><BR/>I don't know how many bottles of beer<BR/>I have consumed while waiting for things<BR/>to get better<BR/>I dont know how much wine and whisky<BR/>and beer<BR/>mostly beer<BR/>I have consumed after<BR/>splits with women-<BR/>waiting for the phone to ring<BR/>waiting for the sound of footsteps,<BR/>and the phone to ring<BR/>waiting for the sounds of footsteps,<BR/>and the phone never rings<BR/>until much later<BR/>and the footsteps never arrive<BR/>until much later<BR/>when my stomach is coming up<BR/>out of my mouth<BR/>they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:<BR/>"what the hell have you done to yourself?<BR/>it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"<BR/><BR/>the female is durable<BR/>she lives seven and one half years longer<BR/>than the male, and she drinks very little beer<BR/>because she knows its bad for the figure.<BR/><BR/>while we are going mad<BR/>they are out<BR/>dancing and laughing<BR/>with horney cowboys.<BR/><BR/>well, there's beer<BR/>sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles<BR/>and when you pick one up<BR/>the bottle fall through the wet bottom<BR/>of the paper sack<BR/>rolling<BR/>clanking<BR/>spilling gray wet ash<BR/>and stale beer,<BR/>or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.<BR/>in the morning<BR/>making the only sound in your life.<BR/><BR/>beer<BR/>rivers and seas of beer<BR/>the radio singing love songs<BR/>as the phone remains silent<BR/>and the walls stand<BR/>straight up and down<BR/>and beer is all there is.Το παιδί της πλατείαςhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05217634661849997105noreply@blogger.com