Bluebird
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 bluebird 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?
here's a bluebird 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?
Charles Bukowski
Nota Ordidja
Obrigado Adama, versos que fazem-nos crer que afinal existe um passaro azul (preto, branco vermelho, amarelo, verde e...) dentro de cada um de nós! Boa semana...
