Cine naiba-i Tom Jones?  

Thrown (Ţâpat) in ,

Cu o oarecare tristete, descopar ca in mintea multor masculi tineri (si nu numai) exista adanc inradacinata ideea ca pentru a cuceri femeia tre' sa folosesti sapunul Cheia. Sau, ma rog, sa fii rock star, sa te razi in mai multe locuri, sa ai in dotare unelte lungi si muschi de otel. Si ca asta nu este numai necesar, dar si suficient. Le-as citi din Charles Bukowski. charles bukowski - soup cosmos and tearsN-ai zice dupa nume, dar Bukowski este un poet american care-a murit intre timp. Nascut in Germania din parinti nemti, a flirtat cu nazismul in tinerete, multa acnee juvenila, dat la scoala catolica, a trait in Los Angeles cea mai mare parte a vietii. Incerc aici o traducere din poezia reprodusa integral dedesubt:

Cine dracu-i Tom Jones?

Am stat cu

o fata de 24 de ani din

New York pentru

2 saptamani- cam

pe vremea grevei

gunoierilor de-acolo, si-ntr-o

noapte femeia mea de

34 de ani a venit si

a zis "vreau sa-mi vad

rivala". a vazut-o

Tatiana, Romania - Hegresi-apoi a zis "o,

ce dragutica esti!"

ce s-a-ntamplat apoi

scrasnet de pantere -

asa tipete si zgarie-

turi, miorlaieli de animal ranit,

sange si urina...

Eram beat si-n pantalonii mei

scurti. Am incercat sa

le separ si am cazut,

Salvador Dali crazy craniummi-am dislocat genunchiul. Au

trecut prin plasa de muste

pe poteca

si direct in strada.

masini cu sirena pline de gabori

au aparut. un eli-

copter se-nvartea deasupra.

Am stat in baie

si m-am zgait in oglinda.

Nu deseori la varsta

dehot legz 55 asemenea minunatii

ti se-ntampla.

mai ceva decat rascoala de

la Brasov.

cea de 34

a venit inapoi. se

pisase pe ea toata si

hainele ii erau ravasite si era

urmata de 2 gabori care

vroiau sa stie de ce.

tragandu-mi pantalonii scurti

am incercat sa explic.

 

Who the hell is Tom Jones?

beaachI was shacked with a

24 year old girl from

New York City for

two weeks- about

the time of the garbage

strike out there, and

one night my 34 year

old woman arrived and

Almost Salvador Dalishe said, "I want to see

my rival." she did

and then she said, "o,

you're a cute little thing!"

next I knew there was a

screech of wildcats-

such screaming and scratch-

ing, wounded animal moans,

blood and piss. . .

I was drunk and in my

beer

shorts. I tried to

seperate them and fell,

wrenched my knee. then

they were through the screen

door and down the walk

and out into the street.

squadcars full of cops

arrived. a police heli-love hate

coptor circled overhead.

I stood in the bathroom

and grinned in the mirror.

it's not often at the age

of 55 that such splendid

things occur.

better than the Watts

riots.

the 34 year old

came back in. she hadcat tyz

pissed all over her-

self and her clothing

was torn and she was

followed by 2 cops who

wanted to know why.

pulling up my shorts

I tried to explain.

Surse / More info: Charles Bukowski – wikipedia, yt-cat

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