ROAD TO ANYWHERE
I am sitting on the platform and watch the trains pass without stopping. I do not know where
they come from and I do not know where they are going either.
Or maybe they appear and disappear like fantasies. I have no idea what fantasies are and I
don't think I want to know it, either.
When I see the railroad tracks, I think of the train as a pet tied up and walked on a leash,
taken out of the apartment to move a little and do its needs.
I take the ladder and lean it against the faded wall of the building, soak the brush into the
bucket of paint, and, with timid imagination, I name this station. A name made of white paint
as large as it can be easily seen.
Not too long after that, a train with a single passenger wagon stops at the station. There is no
a sign indicating the route of this train.
I somehow manage to get on the locomotive even as the train starts moving. It follows a
previously established route, it follows the design of the railway tracks in a disciplined and
rigorous way.
This train is captive between metal lines like a bird closed in an aviary. It needs freedom,
infinite freedom because the essence of fulfilling the path is the miracle that overwhelms each
of us.
I look up to the sky. I touch a star, stroke it with my hand, but when I want to taste it with my
tongue, the star tastes me.
From there, from the greatness of infinity, I make the railway tracks disappear and I release
all the trains from the depot sheds of the world.
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