Mere light that invades the gray afternoon
And some leaves fall on the road
The cold is the coat that warms
The cold heart when it's windy
Moving the wind abandoned water
Remains of dreams about a new day
Love in the wagons, wagons on the tracks
It seems that the railway is the one leaving
That even though it doesn't see you, it watches you
Like a mother, like a mother who sleeps looking at her children
With her eyes on the road
And in the lonely mystery of the fluff
You see life running, stopping
As if there was no arrival
in the distant afternoon, rust or nothing.

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