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THE LAUGHING HEART
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your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delightin you

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Bukowski

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"A RISADA DO CORAÇÃO"
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Sua vida é sua vida
não a perca em submissão
fique de olho
existem saídas
existe luz em algum lugar
pode não ser muita luz
mas derrota a escuridão
fique de olho
os deuses lhe oferecerão chances
conheça-as
pegue-as
você não pode derrotar a morte
mas pode derrotar a morte em vida algumas vezes
e quanto mais aprender a fazer isso
mais luz haverá
sua vida é sua vida
conheça-a enquanto a tem
você é maravilhoso
e os deuses aguardam para deleitá-lo.
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Tradução Patrícia Evans
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ROLL THE DICE

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if you’re going to try,

go all the way.

otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the way.

this could mean losing girlfriends,

wives, relatives, jobs and

maybe your mind.
go all the way.

it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.

it could mean freezing on a

park bench.

it could mean jail,

it could mean derision,

mockery,

isolation.

isolation is the gift,

all the others are a test of your

endurance, of

how much you really want to

do it.

and you’ll do it

despite rejection and the worst odds

and it will be better than

anything else

you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,

go all the way.

there is no other feeling like

that.

you will be alone with the gods

and the nights will flame with

fire.
do it, do it, do it.

do it.
all the way

all the way.
you will ride life straight to

perfect laughter, its

the only good fight

there is.

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Bukowski

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“ROLE OS DADOS"

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se você vai tentar, vá com tudo.

senão, nem adianta começar.
se você vai tentar, vá com tudo.

isso deverá fazer você perder namoradas,

esposas, con-gêneres, trabalhos e

talvez sua mente.
vá com tudo.

talvez você não coma por 3 ou 4 dias.

talvez você congele, sentado na praça.

pode ser que seja preso,

pode significar derrisão,

escárnio,

isolamento.

isolamento é um grande presente,

tudo o mais são testes de sua resistência,

de quanto você realmente quer

interferir.

e você o fará

a despeito de qualquer rejeição, as piores probabilidades,

e você estará melhor do que ninguém poderia imaginar.
se vai tentar, vá com tudo...

não há outro sentimento quanto a isso.

você estará sozinho, com os deuses

e as noites queimarão como fogo.
vá, vá, vá.

faça.
com tudo

de cabeça.
você montará na vida, numa reta,

e aperfeiçoará a gargalhada;

e só haverá boa luta.

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Tradução: Hilam A na Grama

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THE SECRET OF MY ENDURANCE

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I still get letters in the mail, mostly from cracked-up / men in tiny rooms with factory jobs or no jobs who are / living with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just / booze and madness. / I get most of their letters on lined paper / written with an unsharpened pencil / or in ink / in tiny handwriting that slants down to the / left / and the paper is most often torn / usually halfway up the middle / and they say they like my stuff, / I've written from where it's at, and / they recognize IT truly, I've given them some / chance, some recognition of where they're at. / it's true, I was there, even worse off than most / of them. / but I wonder if they realize where their letter / arrives? / well, it's dropped into a box / on a wire fence/ behind a six-foot hedge and a long driveway to/ a two-car garage, rose garden, fruit trees, / animals, a beautiful woman, mortgage about half / paid after years' residence, a new car, / two cars / fireplace and a green rug two-inches deep / with a young boy to write my stuff now, / I keep him in a ten-foot square cage with a / typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores, / belt him pretty good three or four times / a week. / I'm 60 years old now and the critics say / my stuff is getting better than ever. /

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from Dangling In The Tourne Charles Bukowski

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