algunos son viejos y nada más.
Y cierta gente está en medio,
sólo en medio.
Some people are young and nothing
some people are old and nothing
and some people are in between and
just in between.
and if the flies wore clothes on their
and all the buildings burned in
if heaven shook like a belly
and all the atom bombs began to
some people would be young and nothing
some people old and nothing
and the rest would be the same
the rest would be the same.
the few who are different
are eliminated quickly enough
by the police, by their mothers, their
brothers, others; by
all that’s left is what you
Un poema extraído de DEDICATED TO HENRY CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Versión en español de Mi manera de estar solo