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seen from United States
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seen from Yemen
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seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye
seen from Macao SAR China
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“I’m sorry.” Hank replied as he gently closed his book and lowered his glasses on his furry face. “They did what with my equipment?”
BUKOWSKI, Charles. In: Maldito Deus arrancando esses poemas de minha cabeça. Editora 7, 2015.
I'll stop listening to country music when Hank becomes irrelevant
Roll the dice
if you're going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don't even start.
if you're going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you'll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you're going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.
Charles Bukowski
63yo neighbor: Is that Hank I hear? What the hell is a young person like you doing listening to him?
Me: Why not when country music these days sucks so bad?