Today is a day of disaster -I'm on the same bar. Old known people pass by, it's only my cousin that I call, as he goes to buy cigarettes and bread. And through the glass, women look upon their shoulders I should be doing something else, in these times. But, I'm sorry, it is the best I can do -I wonder if I can pay this bill- couples speak about their past. And it's hard to speak without anger, of these times, yes, it's very hard to speak without anger. But I am glad that some are together and have children for their happiness. I know I would be better doing something else, more than reading poetry. Like the girl I was here years ago with did. I'm glad some like them got married. Now through the glass, women look upon their shoulders should I be doing something else, in these times?