Um pequeno poema de um velho mestre

companion

I am not alone
he´s here now
sometimes I think he´s
gone
then he
flies back
in the morning or at
noon or in the
night.
a bird no one wants
he´s mine
my bird of pain
he doesn´t sing
that bird
swaing on the bough.

Charles Bukowski - The Last Night of the Earth Poems.