I AM MY NIGHTMARE MIRROR

[ENG/PT] Today a passenger plane was taken down by its country’s air force No one will be able to speak on the matter Civilians roaming the immediate area are shot and killed by the jets You know I’m crazy, it’s just a movie It’s a dirty cover up When did their technology become so advanced? How are we so hopeless? I watch the world collapse as I curl up and die We’re all going to hell   *** brave the night the night riders   on the lit window a naked woman smokes   the engine growls the blues cries   shedding no tears two hollow chests   no desbravar da noite cavaleiros soturnos   busto nu de mulher o fumar na janela   o grunhido do motor o choro do blues   não se derrama uma lágrima são dois peitos ocos   ***    Waiting, waiting, waiting    Waiting some more    What an asshole, making me wait    What an asshole, ignoring friends    What a bum this world of constant communication   ...

     It was as cold inside the café as it was outside. The coffee wasn’t warming me up, and the barista was very clearly uncomfortable to have to work in that state, seemingly wearing every coat she could find in her closet. People weren’t passing by outside the window, nor did cars; the town was a desolate land that morning.     When the bell rang, she brushed the snow off her cap and shoulders, but didn’t take off the coat, seeing how the barista and I were dressed and realizing she marked our date to be in an icebox, on the very first snow day of the year. The woman  at the counter got up from her stool, but her eyes asserted that she was not going to move further to serve any tables, even more the one I picked, at the very far side of the café.     There were yellow smiles all around. From me, from her, from the barista. What were any of us doing there, after all?     — Sorry for not calling out the date. — She said.     — ...