Nevica. Magari oggi si starà tutti barricati in casa. Niente lavoro, al diavolo le passeggiate, nessun acquisto, bandito il caffè al bar. Ecco, se vi avanzano una novantina di minuti, vale la pena goderseli così. Se no, rubateli stanotte al sonno.
The Genius of the Crowd
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
Henry Charles Bukowski Jr.
Non vale, qui c'è il sole! Certo che il vecchio Bukowski si merita una lunga seduta davanti al TuTubo. Dopo ci provo. Buona neve!
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