Sunt un sentimental

" I was sentimental about many things: a woman's shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way she said " I'm going to pee..."; hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with her at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking, talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3 AM; being told that you snore, hearing her snore, mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce, but always carrying on, always seing thorugh; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she's now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends, your drinking, her dancing; your flirting; her pills; your fucking on the side, and her doing the same; sleeping together..."

Ch. Bukowski - "Women"

Până la urmă, orice bărbat e sentimental. Însă puţini au îndrăznit ce a făcut Bukovski. Orice bărbat care cisteşte acest pasaj se va regăsi în cel puţin una din...hmmm... chestiile din lista de mai sus.