Canções para Zarechnaia (Nina) #1

Old ship, give me your hands.
I'm the cape that came to crush and snag you on my sands.
Below the ocean, and from my point of view,
You were always drinking, and drunk well before noon,
And dreaming on my pillow of high tide.
But I'd allow you.

Old friend, give me back my hands.
I'm the crutch thats missing, and you're the crippled little lamb.
Those claws will get you; those teeth will take your life,
But you wont know what's missing.
This gift ain't giving. This wolf ain't worth the fight.

If you get lost, if you get lost, you lose tonight.

This gift ain't giving. This wolf ain't worth the fight.
If you get lost, if you get lost you lose tonight.

notas para konstantin #1

"you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.

you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.

but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.

but they
are there

and I am
here."

C. Bukowski