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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 you didn't like it when I rolled my shirt sleeves too high; you had intervened, and the touch of your fingers on my skin was electric…


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I remember we talked about vacations; you were going to Spain, and I told you that, instead of going to Ireland as planned, I might join you with my friends. As a joke, we arranged to meet on July 14 at noon, in front of Madrid City Hall; we said we would get married there…


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I remember that, under the pretext of work to be completed, I had not attended your farewell party... Your imminent departure and the fact that I had told you nothing about my feelings generated a heavy and dull anger in me…


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I remember the sudden and abysmal hole left by your departure, a life now without colors or flavors…


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I remember the beard I no longer shaved... and the jogging pants I wore to work…


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I remember all those blues songs I listened to – like 'Old Love' by Eric Clapton…


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I remember the Stratocaster I bought, and the minor pentatonic solos that comforted me...



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