Citim:
Postimi origjinal ėshtė bėrė nga lovely
Eshte e veshtire te ecesh me mua. Kete e dine te gjithe bashkeudhetaret e mi, qe te gjithe iken ne mes te rruges. Kush e kishte fajin (?) Une e dua te veshtiren, ata nuk e duan. S'kam ē'bej. A kam faj? Patjeter qe kam. Faji me i madh i imi ishte pse mora rrugen e veshtire me njerez te lehte."
Bukowski
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Kjo e Bukowskit ma kujtoi njė qe, me duket se ėshtė e Sheksipirit:
All my life I always wanted to fly. I always
wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not
supposed to be jealous of anything, but... to take
flight, to soar above everything and everyone, now
that's living. But a hawk is no good around normal
birds. It can't fit in. Even though all the other birds
probably wanna be hawks; they hate him for what
they can't be. Proud. Powerful. Determined. Dark.