When I was a child, my grandfather took me to the station to watch trains.
trains departing and arriving trains.
told me the train of the sun, what took him so far, from the south, the long hours spent on those carriages crowded with men, women and children, suitcases and boxes, poverty and ignorance, tears and dignity of ... hopes.
Over time, from time to time, I went back on those tracks to watch trains.
With an eye to nothing, I imagined that the old locomotive whistled the freedom of slaves, freight cars packed with humans led to the slaughter, saw container full of solidarity and power ... "life" and "death."
Sometimes I linger on people waiting on the pavement of the track.
There was always someone looking at his watch and snorted, who walked back and forth incessantly, who sat with the newspaper on his knees, raised his eyes from time to time, and then people waving to a departing train and who was lost in an embrace with a large bag or backpack still on his shoulders.
There were smiles and tears.
There was a train that brought the joy ... and another that starts, trailing off a bit of heart.
They say that some trains go by and do not return, that their stay is not very hard at times ... just a moment. You can
groped to take the flight or give up, wait for another that perhaps will have the same destination, or will be different, but still pleasant or surprising, or risk entering a tunnel that never ends ....
How many trains pass I've seen in recent years!
Someone I purposely lost, others I scooted in front of a such speed that I have not had time to really understand what they were.
But there is always a train stopped at the station, waiting for you.
E 'there, ready for you.
of some trains do not know the destination, you know that the journey, long or short it may be a unique and unforgettable.
But you're afraid of losing, of not being able to go back.
You see from afar, there is no minutes at the start, you start to run and run until you feel short of breath, his legs give way, the heart goes out to thousands and you think "I can not ..." can not I do ... but you continue to advance, more and more slowly until ... almost to a stop ...
If you can stretch a hand grasping the handle and go up, while he is leaving.
If you stop, start without you.
You decide if you stand on it, or stand and watch as it moves away.
Or you another option: to wait for the next one!
I'm sure it will pass. Maybe not today, not even a month, but it will pass.
And this time do not lose, because the only thing you'll want ... it will get on that train!
trains departing and arriving trains.
told me the train of the sun, what took him so far, from the south, the long hours spent on those carriages crowded with men, women and children, suitcases and boxes, poverty and ignorance, tears and dignity of ... hopes.
Over time, from time to time, I went back on those tracks to watch trains.
With an eye to nothing, I imagined that the old locomotive whistled the freedom of slaves, freight cars packed with humans led to the slaughter, saw container full of solidarity and power ... "life" and "death."
Sometimes I linger on people waiting on the pavement of the track.
There was always someone looking at his watch and snorted, who walked back and forth incessantly, who sat with the newspaper on his knees, raised his eyes from time to time, and then people waving to a departing train and who was lost in an embrace with a large bag or backpack still on his shoulders.
There were smiles and tears.
There was a train that brought the joy ... and another that starts, trailing off a bit of heart.
They say that some trains go by and do not return, that their stay is not very hard at times ... just a moment. You can
groped to take the flight or give up, wait for another that perhaps will have the same destination, or will be different, but still pleasant or surprising, or risk entering a tunnel that never ends ....
How many trains pass I've seen in recent years!
Someone I purposely lost, others I scooted in front of a such speed that I have not had time to really understand what they were.
But there is always a train stopped at the station, waiting for you.
E 'there, ready for you.
of some trains do not know the destination, you know that the journey, long or short it may be a unique and unforgettable.
But you're afraid of losing, of not being able to go back.
You see from afar, there is no minutes at the start, you start to run and run until you feel short of breath, his legs give way, the heart goes out to thousands and you think "I can not ..." can not I do ... but you continue to advance, more and more slowly until ... almost to a stop ...
If you can stretch a hand grasping the handle and go up, while he is leaving.
If you stop, start without you.
You decide if you stand on it, or stand and watch as it moves away.
Or you another option: to wait for the next one!
I'm sure it will pass. Maybe not today, not even a month, but it will pass.
And this time do not lose, because the only thing you'll want ... it will get on that train!
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