They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
by Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985)
* pentru ca doar sunt o mare mancatoare de poezii si de poeti suparati.
Asta se stie. Cu iesiri accidental-’monstruoase’ si pentru ca mi-as dori ca-n seara asta sa nu trebuiasca sa scriu despre “church going” a aceluiasi domn ci sa stau aiurea cu muzica in urechi si sa beau un ceai bun ,sa nu mai am de alergat si sa aman totul la nesfarsit. Asta e visul meu azi!!S
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