THE LOST TAPES Vol.45: death and danger

[ENG/PT]

I love to drink chamomile tea
and watch all those little tubby things
swimming around inside the cup
It’s a cocktail of bacteria 

***

JOVENS
   —Rapaz, lá me ofereceram chá no copinho de requeijão.
   —É mesmo? No copinho de requeijão?
   —No copinho de requeijão... 

***

   There were five gunshots
   PAH! PAH! PAH!
   PAH! A pause. PAH!
   Ten minutes later
   The sound of an ambulance 

***

   Laying on dead grass, evening rolls out,
   I discover the true nature of street lights
   As fairies of white hot stars, molten by their cores 

***

Blood-shot eyes, reeking of cheap alcohol
Grinding teeth and foaming like a mad dog
Why are you clenching your fists at me, asshole?
Are you not afraid to die? 

***

   Today a mad man looked me in the eyes and shouted:
   “LATINA!”
and I smiled, happy
   After so much confusion about my race
I have found out, in frenetic eyes, what I really am:
   LATINA! 

***

I heard unmistakable howls of pain
The grunting of a drunk man
The silence barks of warning couldn't break
Someone just killed a dog outside 

Police was called, the sirens screamed
After that, another silence
A silence the cries of a mother couldn’t break
Someone just killed my dog outside

***

The stench of death is on me
I can feel it coming from afar
Not my death, their death

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