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At The Train Station

It’s been three years since I last set foot in a train station. I, the nomad, have taken root. Naturally curious, I enjoy studying the characters that inhabit certain public places. Y et here, nothing has really changed: though the faces are different, I recognize them all. . * * * Sitting on a large duffel bag, leaning against a wall—there’s the student. He mutters to himself, eyes fixed on a thick blue binder, and despite all the noise filling the station, nothing could tear him away at this hour from his studies. A little further off, I spot a family waiting to greet one of their relatives. The father and mother chat together, glancing every five minutes at the clock. The children play, dart between their legs, circle around them, tap each other shouting, “Tag!” then burst into laughter; they bring into this hall the fresh, colorful breeze of youth. The father looks impatient, but on his face I can read a certain joy; he seems to be holding back a smile. As for the mother, however...
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I remember those times when we found ourselves alone in the coffee area; we lost all sense of time, we were so happy to be together – so much so that one day, the assistant director came to chase us away…


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I remember this florist shop from Place Bellecour in Lyon that I drew at the time with Paint, and which you appreciated so much…


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I remember your finger between my shoulders and the electric shock I felt as I looked out the window and daydreamed in a hallway…


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I remember a group evening I didn't want to participate in... I didn't want to get attached to you, yet at the same time, I wanted to create a longing in you... Great success: I couldn't stop thinking about you that whole lonely evening…


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I remember thinking that I couldn’t act with you the way I had acted with my previous encounters… You were special; you seemed to know all my tricks... and never let any of your emotions show…


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I remember a great incomprehension; even though I found you pretty, I felt no physical desire for you; I just needed to be in your presence...

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