A l'estació

I saw you as always at the station, clean smile; today again
you wait for a mysterious train coming from afar, if it goes anywhere.
Everyone knows you and, tenderly, they add years to make you weather,
how much time.

You say that on the platform, you're not alone; shadows and games live with you,
shadows of farewells with no return, games of kisses for the newcomers
and, on the most beautiful trees, love birds nest,
waiting for a train,

that with you await the signal of the arrival of fresh air,
a new gesture,
a new step,
a new train.

I saw you again at the station and in you I saw myself, slowly,
looking for a mysterious train, coming from afar, if it goes anywhere,
and I see how farewells sleep, how returns fret
for a train.

That, finally, when autumn paints a new sky at the station,
we all wait for the passage of a train, going very far, if it comes from somewhere.
Some because you arrive, others because it takes us away
that train.

And with you we await the signal of the arrival of fresh air,
a new gesture,
a new step,
a new train.