- O que você faz?
- Sou escritor.
- Que tipo de escritor?
- Do tipo que ninguém lê.

but I'd never knew
what could I've done
without you.

i think about you
everytime
i'm all alone
and i'm all alone
everytime
i think about you.

what can I do, my lover
now that the beer
is over.

some girls made it worth

some girls
they made it worth
they made it worth everytime they
say they love us
and they love our sad poetry
(even if it's not true)
there are some girls
who smile sincerely
and made me believe
about a whole new world
of good things
(even if this world don't exist)
but these girls
made it all worth
i hope i can say
that i love 'em
even if they're just
three of then.

foi em vão
ou não?
eu não sei
nunca soube
e acho que nunca
vou saber
o que eu faço
pra você
não me esquecer?
pros diabos, baby
acho que eu finalmente
cansei de sofrer.

você pode não acreditar
mas há pessoas cujo simples sorriso
nos faz acreditar
em algo
melhor.

- Você não faz o meu tipo.
- E quem faz?
- Basicamente, ninguém.

Confession

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

"Hank!"

Hank won't
answer.

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.

Charles Bukowski

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Oscar Wilde