Salvar este subforo

[Daion]

Antes de que muera en el olvido.


Llamemoslo "Literatura y otras cosas que le gustan a Daion"

[PSYCHO]

Si quieres salvarlo fusionalo con el de sexo...

[Ceres]

...

Claro ¡!
de paso puede hacer un foro de multi orgia.

[Ceres]

bueno es una buena forma de salvar el foro !
si fuera asi la paz siempre ,seguro que no habria guerra .

[Daion]

Llamémoslo Reflexiones de Ceres.

[Ceres]

¬¬ claro.
Si tu novio habla de sexo ,pues me da que pensar jeje

[Daion]

No es lo que parece, cariño.

Siempre había querido decir eso.

[Ryback]

Daion aporta algo de comics y tal.

El rol entra en literatura? lo digo por tu enoooooormes hilos de vampiro y tal.

[kandereth]

Daion aporta algo de comics y tal.

El rol entra en literatura? lo digo por tu enoooooormes hilos de vampiro y tal.

Es literatura. Pero no de la una mano, que nos gusta tanto.:banana2:

[Pitufo Cabrón]

Para salvar este subforo todo el mundo sabe que lo que hay que hacer es hacerme su moderador.

Y haré concursos, niños, para que os entretengáis.

[Ryback]

Para salvar este subforo todo el mundo sabe que lo que hay que hacer es hacerme su moderador.

Y haré concursos, niños, para que os entretengáis.

No te creo.

[Pitufo Cabrón]

En mis concursos no se pueden comprar los votos, lo siento.

[kandereth]

Muestra una candidatura seria ofreciendo parte de lo que nos darás...

[Pitufo Cabrón]

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[Ryback]

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es Vilches?

[kandereth]

En este caso particular, me uno a tu causa.

[elHijoDelFonk]

Para salvar este subforo todo el mundo sabe que lo que hay que hacer es hacerme su moderador.

Y haré concursos, niños, para que os entretengáis.

Me sorprende tu insistencia para adquirir superpoderes foriles. Dinos la verdad ¿Te gusta que te digamos que no? ¿Tu mente destila ideas nuevas y magicas a borbotones que se secaran en el mismo instante en que te conviertas en (oh dios mio) moderador?

[Latro]

[...]
Y haré concursos, niños, para que os entretengáis.

Y los ganaré, para que me entretengáis.

[Pitufo Cabrón]

Me sorprende tu insistencia para adquirir superpoderes foriles. Dinos la verdad ¿Te gusta que te digamos que no? ¿Tu mente destila ideas nuevas y magicas a borbotones que se secaran en el mismo instante en que te conviertas en (oh dios mio) moderador?

Sí.

[Latro]

Latro, yo ya he dicho eso.[...]

No, no lo has hecho.


[...]
Cuando preguntan la hora y alguien responde, no hay que volver a decirla, porque el que la ha preguntado ya la sabe.[...]

Las 2:12.

[Ryback]

No, no lo has hecho.



Las 2:12.


Las 2:12.

Eran las 2:13

[Pitufo Cabrón]

Lo pongo aquí por el título del hilo. Entré en subforo de música, en el hilo de dedicatorias pero no sabía muy bien a quien dedicárselo y tampoco es música. Aquí no hay ni hilo de poemas y lo he abierto ya en tantas versiones del foro que no tengo ganas de volver a hacerlo yo.






The Man With The Beautiful Eyes



When we were kids
there was a strange house
all the shades were
always
drawn
and we never heard voices
in there
and the yard was full of
bamboo
and we liked to play in
the bamboo
pretend we were
Tarzan
( although there was no
Jane)
and there was a
fish pond
a large one
full of the
fattest goldfish
you ever saw
and they were
tame.
They came to the
surface of the water
and took pieces of
bread
from our hands.

Our parents had
told us:
" never go near that
house"
so, of course,
we went.

We wondered if anybody
lived there.
Weeks went by and we
never saw
anybody.

Then one day
we heard
a voice
from the house
" YOU GOD DAMNED
WHORE!"

It was a mans
voice.
Then the screen
door
of the house was
flung open
and the man
walked out.

He was holding a
fifth of whiskey
in his right
hand.
He was about
30.
He had a cigar
in his
mouth,
needed a
shave.
His hair was
wild and
uncombed
and he was
barefoot.
In undershirt
and pants
but his eyes
were
bright
they BLAZED
with brightness
and he said,
"hey, little
gentleman,
having a good
time, I
hope?"

Then he gave a
little laugh
and walked
back into the
house.

We left,
went back to my
parents yard
and thought
about it.

Our parents,
we decided
had wanted us
to stay away
from there
because they
never wanted us
to see a man
like
that,
a strong natural
man
with
beautiful
eyes.

Our parents
were ashamed
that they were
not
like that
man,
thats why they
wanted us to stay
away.

But
we went back
to that house
and the bamboo
and the tame
goldfish.
We went back
many times
for many
weeks
but we never
saw
or heard
the man
again.

The shades were
down
as always
and it was
quiet.

Then one day
as we came back from
school
we saw the
house.

It had burned
down,
there was nothing
left,
just a smoldering
twisted black
foundation
and we went to
the fish pond
and there was
no water
in it
and the fat
orange goldfish
were dead
there,
drying out.

We went back to
my parents yard
and talked about
it
and decided that
our parents had
burned their
house down,
had killed
them
had killed the
goldfish
because it was
all too
beautiful,
even the bamboo
forest had
burned.

They had been
afraid of
the man with the
beautiful
eyes.

And
we were afraid
than
that
all throughout our lives
things like that
would happen,
that nobody
wanted
anybody
to be
strong and
beautiful
like that,
that
others would never
allow it,
and that
many people
would have to
die.


Bukowski.



Corto inspirado en el poema. Me gustó en su día y me lo he encontrado ahora de casualidad. De ahí el haber vuelto a leer el poema.

HcSOH5EG6zw

[Belén]

Cariño, mira a ver si lo puedes poner aquí:

http://www.sinideas.net/showthread.php?t=332

De nada

[Pitufo Cabrón]

Ay, sí. Es que es tan nuevo que aún no lo he asimilado. Para el próximo.

[keltar]

Claro como mis hilos de poemas son invisibles, gñe.

[_KraD_]

Sería "Salvad" ¿no?

}:-D

[Daion]

No, eso es la editorial, si te parece.