Recent content by Davidurazzo

I'm looking for a poem about the old man going to a liquor store. Some kids was outside making fun of him. I remember him leaving the store with the bottle and some chocolates for the children. Can you help me with that?

sorry about that, should have looked better. Too lazy today. thank you! great poem.

"I PAINT TOO. I SOLD A PAINTING TO MY PSYCHIATRIST. THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DOLLARS. ALL PSYCHIATRISTS ARE SICK, VERY SICK PEOPLE." more 1933 profundity. YOU REMEMBER THAT POEM YOU WROTE ABOUT GOING DOWN TO THE BEACH AND CLIMBING DOWN THE CLIFF TO THE SAND AND SEEING ALL THOSER LOVERS DOWN...

the problem is Portuguese poets don't write poetry. They silly and they rhyme. I'm just trying to get some slangs or meanings that I can't translate or have some american to tell me. Thank you for your opinion, mjp, I would like to read more...

it's called "Love Is A Piece Of Paper Torn To Bits". and I'm digging to understand some of it (reminding you that I have the Portuguese as my native language): "nobody to grab sail... and the N. wester ripped the sheets like toenails and we pitched like crazy" so it was a ship that fucked up...

Hey Buk-heads... My first encounter with Bukowski was a long time ago… I was 20 something. First i was shocked with his words, my idea of world and humans and society is very, very similar, and that scared me, every book I began reading was a feeling of envy, fear and shame. Envy because when I...

you guys believe in reincarnation? if you do, where are all this dead writers?