the deceive of a genius
the scream of a poor soul, you would say.
the laugh of a sad clown
who closes the door
of that pretty home of his
and he locks himself there
with all that sadness
that no one is able to see
he won’t show
he won’t let it.
he will lie
beautifully and smoothly
he will forever fool
everyone
including
himself.
otimas palavras, me lembrou muito desse aqui:
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?
charles bukowski