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Pooh
A bit of our best time
Orient Express
(Facchinetti-Battaglia-Negrini)
He shared the bread with me
with an orange in his hand then
Half in English and with gestures a little
He told me about the trip to India
He poured me date wine.
He spoke of people who had gone away
a hundred crowns in their pockets and
my God there in Asia what is it
is there an extra light in that land
there are those who are defeated and never come back.
In the night the train was stopped at a border
and she laughingly said: it's the spy train
look carefully at the blond one over there at the end.
she Then she was offended in the moment
when promoted by a look
I, being an idiot, tried
she read a book until dawn in silence.
But to the thin man with the coffees
she said: Two! She smiled and then
wonderful soul of the North
in her language which I don't know
with her greeting she woke me up.
I then gave the best of myself
and the journey was about to end
when I was sure that
I would see my home again not alone.
How much crowd there was at the station
that evening
it was an instant
I moved from her side.
I still wonder:
where did she go? ...