Tantos anos depois, quando a luz já é amarela e as noites são lentas, Bukowski ainda se lembrava de Rosalie, a que trazia magia aos solitários.

Love poem to a stripper

50 years ago I watched the girls
shake it and strip
at The Burbank and The Follies
and it was very sad
any very dramatic

as the light turned from green to
purple to pink
and the music was loud and
vibrant
now I sit here tonight
smoking and
listening to classical
music
but I still remember some of
their names: Darlene, Candy, Jeanette
and Rosalie.

Rosalie was the
best, she knew how
and we twisted in our seats and
made sounds
and Rosalie brough magic
to the lonely
so long ago.

now Rosalie
either so very old or
so quiet under the
earth,
this is the pimple-faced
kid
who lied about his
age
just to watch
you.

you were good, Rosalie
in 1935,
good enough to remember
now
when the light is
yellow and the nights are
slow.

Charles Bukowski
(1920-1994)

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