Um presente ...

The Blue Bird

"there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there,
I'm not going to let anybody see you.

there's a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay down,
do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe?

there's a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever,
I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.

then I put him back,
but he's singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?"

(The Blue Bird by Charles Bukowski)

(Hoje é um dia especial. Porisso, escolhi postar meu poema favorito e oferece-lo de presente. Um presente para nós, todos nós que, tão cuidadosamente (e muitas vezes inutilmente) tentamos desesperadamente esconder o passarinho azul que guardamos dentro do peito...)