The journey begins with a jolt,
Clock Central Station shudders
first sign of the end of solidity
If solid dissipates,
if that is solid melts
We go straight to an encrypted darkness
Across the glass all fades, melts
across the world pours
I say that the solid does not overflow
They know that things keep his composure
It is what you say is glass-glass and its irregular surface,
is the sun beating down on that surface
but the wound is not there, the wound is out
You should be on the train
You should see
stems overstepping its bounds
wood, creaking, painful break
in your poor soul wood
Feel the midday sun,
condition sine qua non to know
only he overflows the mountains,
pours black earth that melts
with snow, the train with me.
The uncertainty left the train left,
the uncertainty of who is coming,
the desire to know that the train is believed lost.
The skin crawls, the stomach is tied, the blood flows faster,
The clouds look, the dream disappears, everything's the same every day,
still waiting, the train that never arrives.
One more day in the central station, one more day in this place
in which you no longer want to be.
The smile slowly erases you, you see the tracks, you see the sky,
look backward, sideways ... beg for the hope of hearing
the sound of his arrival.
The central station is the place where we started and which
we do not want to return.