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Nirvana

Nirvana
No chance, completely pointless,
was a young man sitting on a bus that crossed the North Carolina, led nowhere.
began to snow.

And the bus stopped at a small cafe in the hills, and the passengers entered.
and sat at the counter with the other orders, the food arrived.
And the meal was very good.
Even the coffee was good.

The waitress was different from the women he had known.
was spontaneous, and issued a natural humor. And the fryer
man said crazy things
And the dishwasher in back laughed. A pleasant, clean laugh. And the young man looked

the snow falling outside the window.
and wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
was crossed by the curious thought that in that place everything was great.
It would remain beautiful forever.

Then the driver told the passengers that it was time to leave.
The young man thought, I'll stay here. I stay here.
and then stood up and followed the others on the bus.
went to his place and watch the coffee through the window.
And then the bus leaves, curves downhill, coming from the hills.

And the young man looked straight ahead.
and hear the other passengers speaking of other things, or reading or trying to sleep. And
had not felt the magic.
And the young man put his head on one side, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

There was nothing else to do,
only hear the noise of the engine and the wheels

the snow.

Nirvana, Tom Waits, Orphans , 2006
translated by me

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Nirvana
Not much chance, Completely cut loose from purpose, He Was A young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere. And it
Began to snow.

And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered.
And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived.
And the meal was particularly good.
And the coffee.

The waitress was unlike the women he had known.
She was unaffected, and there was a natural humor which came from her.
And the fry cook said crazy things.
And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh.

And the young man watched the snow through the window.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there.
And it would always stay beautiful there.

And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought: "I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here."
And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window.
And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills.

And the young man looked straight forward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things, or they were reading or trying to sleep.
And they hadn't noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.

There was nothing else to do,
just to listen to the sound of the engine, and the sound of the tires in the snow