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quinta-feira, 25 de julho de 2013

Papercut

Já se foram 3 band-aids. Não para de sangrar desde as 15h da tarde. Tudo começou com a procura do poema (horas em busca dos versos exatos que deviam dizer exatamente aquilo de que não me recordo). Aconteceu no momento em que abri uma edição do Bukowski, e só me dei conta quando pingos vermelhos mancharam o preto e branco das linhas:

when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.