Botellas Arte

In memory of poet Charles Bukowski and all of us who escaped AA meetings.

Un diablico con arte del pintor aleman Karls Schmidt-Rottluff adentro de la botella.

There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
But I’m too tough for him
I say, stay in there
I’m not going to let anybody see you
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
But I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
And the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
Never know that he’s in there.

There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
But I’m too tough for him
I say
Stay down, do you want to mess me up?
You want to screw up the works?
You want to blow my book sales in Europe?
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
But I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes
When everybody’s asleep
I say, I know that you’re there
So don’t be sad
Then I put him back
But he’s singing a little in there, I haven’t quite let him die
And we sleep together like that with our
Secret pact
And it’s nice enough to make a man
Weep
But I don’t weep
Do you? -Charles Bukowski


“El Torito Guapo de Anton” Festival that is celebrated in my town in the month of October. To know more about this festival and where I come from you can access (http://fiestas.panamatipico.com/articulo.php?articulo=268)