BLUEBIRD by CHARLES BUKOWSKI

Existem sentimentos que ficam presos dentro da gente, pedindo para sair, se libertar. Como um pássaro no anseio por liberdade. Acreditamos ser, esses sentimentos, o nosso verdadeiro "eu", aquele que ninguém conhece, mas está lá, esperando o momento certo.

Geralmente, eles nos causam angústia, pois, na tentativa de não deixá-lo sair, tentamos em vão sufocá-los. Mas, não adianta, é muito mais forte.

Então, o único momento verdadeiro de paz é quando nos vemos a sós. Na calada da noite, quando todos estão dormindo.

Na contemplação silenciosa, na solidão existencial, ficamos a pensar no momento certo de libertá-los, antes que seja tarde.

  

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Bluebird

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?

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This was published in Bukowski's book "The Last Night of the Earth Poems" circa 1992