Bukowski me gusta a veces y "de las otras veces ya ni me acuerdo, yo creo que quien sabe".
Her arms were thin,very thin and when she screamed and started beating me I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred, centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.
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Bukowski me gusta a veces y "de las otras veces ya ni me acuerdo, yo creo que quien sabe".
Her arms were thin,very thin and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.
el era honesto y un hijo de puta.
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