But you but you 
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book 
Love's an excuse to get hurt 
And to hurt 
"Do you like to hurt?" 
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."

Out of the arm of one love.

He muerto muchas veces
creyendo y esperando, esperando
en una habitación
contemplando un cielo raso agujereado
esperando la llamada, una carta, un golpecito, un sonido...
volviéndome salvaje adentro


(...)




C.Bukowski

Glory Box.

This song reminds me of you inside me.
How wonderful is this.
How wonderful you are.