Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Charles Bukowski. Mostrar todas as mensagens
Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Charles Bukowski. Mostrar todas as mensagens

15 de maio de 2012

"Costumo levar coisas para ler, para que eu não tenha de olhar para as pessoas."

15 de fevereiro de 2012


"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."