Como falar com humor daquilo que nos provocou dor suficiente para modificar nossa forma de ver o mundo? Walta Borawski percebeu uma nesga de luz nessas névoas pesadas dos sentimentos feridos de todos nós!
"English was only a second language..."
English was only a second
language, never second nature
to my maternal grandfather. He
would shout the heavy
fragments of sentence:
Money! Under! Mattress!
He didn't trust banks, he
knew that here in America
we hide things. When I
was 15 he wanted to see me
with my pants down I took
them off in his toolshed
He ran his fingers across
my pubic hair & said
Ah! Moustache! That year
he died & I began
looking for other men who'd
take this sort of interest
but it's never been the same
with the proper sentences.
Um comentário:
Olá vim visitar o seu blog, gostei, mas não entendo ingles
:(!!!!
Bom final de semana..
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