An advertisement, the whistle of the train conductor and a departing train. "I am writing", a greeting and a kiss. Perhaps the last.
An oncoming train, a guy on the dock and a smile. Her. The eyes that meet followed by a long embrace. A kiss and then another. And another.
The train stations saw more real kisses, that the churches.
People going, people coming, people running. I love train stations, tell millions of stories. Movies already seen or simply imagined. Coming and going of souls meet, touch, intersect, spoken, observed.
The wait at the platform 23, the embrace, the timeless of the arrival and faster and a little poignant of the departure, as the train whistles already inexorable.
A kiss, a hug, a kiss, a hug and a kiss between the world go by. Who smiles thinking of the loved one, who does not notice because of too many thoughts that crowd the mind and who, perhaps, not pretends because no longer believe in love. But people do not know that every kiss and every hug is a reminder ready to remember how much you miss those hugs and kisses.
The latest recommendations and pledges, the lump in the throat and the speaker that invites travelers to rise. The exploding heart, the last kisses and the last hugs.
And who knows how many verses of poets, unknown and improvised, we inspired with our long passionate kisses. Standing in the bustle of the stations, at all times alongside the wagons, on the docks, along the tracks.
An oncoming train, a guy on the dock and a smile. Her. The eyes that meet followed by a long embrace. A kiss and then another. And another.
The train stations saw more real kisses, that the churches.
People going, people coming, people running. I love train stations, tell millions of stories. Movies already seen or simply imagined. Coming and going of souls meet, touch, intersect, spoken, observed.
The wait at the platform 23, the embrace, the timeless of the arrival and faster and a little poignant of the departure, as the train whistles already inexorable.
A kiss, a hug, a kiss, a hug and a kiss between the world go by. Who smiles thinking of the loved one, who does not notice because of too many thoughts that crowd the mind and who, perhaps, not pretends because no longer believe in love. But people do not know that every kiss and every hug is a reminder ready to remember how much you miss those hugs and kisses.
The latest recommendations and pledges, the lump in the throat and the speaker that invites travelers to rise. The exploding heart, the last kisses and the last hugs.
And who knows how many verses of poets, unknown and improvised, we inspired with our long passionate kisses. Standing in the bustle of the stations, at all times alongside the wagons, on the docks, along the tracks.