miércoles, 16 de mayo de 2012

Papayas



Es que yo siempre he pensado que en realidad, las papayas no saben a nada.

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  1. Respuestas
    1. El señor Bukowski lee:

      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 pur 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?

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    2. Por el titulo pensaba que ibas a poner el video de Alexander Marcus. El poema precioso, pero las papayas sigo sin verlas.

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