Πέμπτη 30 Δεκεμβρίου 2010

bluebird

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 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?

by Charles Bukowski 

Τρίτη 30 Μαρτίου 2010

ΑΕΡΟΓΕΦΥΡΕΣ



Χάθηκες
ποῦ στριφογυρνᾶς.
Πέρνα καμιὰ φορὰ ἀπὸ τὸν ὕπνο μου
συνήθως εἶμαι ἐκεῖ
ἐκτὸς ἂν κλαίει τὸ φεγγάρι
ὁπότε βγαίνω στὸ μπαλκόνι
τὸ διότι νὰ ρωτήσω τὶ συμβαίνει.
Πέρνα καμιὰ φορά.
Μπὲς ἀπ᾿ τὸ πλάι στάσου
κάτω ἀπὸ τὸ γεφυράκι τῆς παλάμης μου
ἀπ᾿ ὅπου ἥσυχα κυλάω.
Ἐκτός ἂν ἔχει ὁλότελα μαυρίσει τὸ νερὸ
ἂν ψόφησαν κι οἱ πέτρες
ἂν ἔχει μολυνθεῖ καὶ ὁ βυθὸς
ὁπότε θὰ μὲ βρεῖς
στοῦ σεντονιοῦ τὶς ὄχθες.
Μὴ φοβᾶσαι.
Πάρε μαζὶ σου ἂν θὲς γιὰ σιγουριὰ
καὶ τὴν ἀπαίτηση νὰ μὴ σ᾿ ἀγγίξω διόλου
ἀνανέωσε καὶ τὴ ληγμένη ἄδεια
νὰ σὲ κοιτῶ
καὶ σοῦ ὑπόσχομαι
ἐγκαίρως νὰ ξυπνήσω
ὥστε νὰ μὴ σὲ πάρει εἴδηση
ὁ ὕπνος σου ὅτι λείπεις.

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