sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009

Terapia literaria


And then I read this poem by Charles Bukowski, and laughing, I felt much better.


Working Out by Charles Bukowski

Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, whores don't want
ears
they want
money.
I guess that's why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn't understand
much
else.

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