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The train!
There are trains that come and others go ...
And, as is natural, every point of arrival or departure
is a train station.
How many faces, so many memories, smiles and tears.
How many images, so many moments borrowed a stranger
that, not long ago, I did know.
Parts stolen from an hour, a day or even a lifetime
travel wandering randomly on a platform,
greedy for souvenirs.
But I ...? You ...? We ...? - Shadows of a destination!
Unfortunately, I learned too late that the trains stop
in my station going nowhere.
