Marco Miglio - The Train Journey

The Train Journey

-Soffio Vitale -

LIFE IS LIKE A TRAIN RIDE. THERE IS A START. YOU TRAVEL ALONE OR WITH OTHERS. ALL WITH THEIR SUIT-CASE.

YOU WILL HAVE FELLOW-TRAVELLERS WHO COULD CAHANGE ALONG THE WAY. SOME GET ON, OTHERS GET OFF BUT ONLY FEW WILL TRAVEL WITH YOU TILL THE END. YOU WILL KNOW EACH OTHER, ECHANGE OPINIONS AND FEELINGS BUT ONLY WITH THE RIGHTEST YOU WILL DECIDE TO CARRY YOUR SUIT-CASE. THEY WILL LOOK WITHIN THE SUIT-CASE TO PUT IN ORDER WHAT IS INSIDE, KNOWING ONE ANOTHER DEEP TO THE BONES.

YOU LOOK AT WHAT YOU FIND WITH RESPECT AND LOVE, GROWING UP TOGETHER. YOU WILL TOIL TO IMPROVE. FILLING IT WITN CONCEPT, IDEAS, PASSION, SENSITIVITY, FACTS AND OPINIONS. WHEN YOUR FELLOW-TRAVELLERS CANNOT YOU WILL HOLD THEIR SUIT-CASE, CARRYING IT ON YOUR BACK IN THE TOUGHEST JOURNEYS.

SOONER OR LATER YOU WILL TAKE IT TO A WORLD TOTALLY UNKNOWN TO US. REGRETTING NOT HAVING PACKED IN IT MANY THINGS IMPORTANT TO YOU. ABOVE ALL, ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO COULD HAVE LOVED YOU IF ONLY YOU HAD UNDERSTOOD THEIR TRUE LOVE.

YOU WILL LEAVE AN EXACT COPY. THEY WILL BE ABLE TO OBSERVE YOUR LIFE. SEE CLEARLY WHAT YOU WERE LIKE, YOUR ESSENCE, YOUR SOUL, YOUR ENERGY. USE IT ASA A CUE TO BE BETTER.

THE TRAIN GOES, THE JOURNEY CONTINUES AND TIME GOES BY LIKE SAND IN YOUR HANDS; LIKE DRINKING AMOUNG DUNES IN A DESERT. BRINGING IN EMPTY WORDS, BLURRED IMAGES, FALSEHOOD, IS USELESS TO ALL. THE TRAIN GOES FAST, WITH ITS DELAYS, SOAKED IN ITS GLOOM.

YOU GET OFF. THE JOURNEY HAS MANY STOPS. SOMEONE WAITS... THERE IS A CONNECTION. CHOOSE THE RIGHT PLATFORM TO GET TO THE DESIRED STOP. YOU ARE ALONE, SURROUNDED BY DIFFERENT PEOPLE. MANY SOUNDS, ALOT OF SILENCE. FADED COLOURS.

COLOURS... LIFE IN ITS COMPLEXITY. FROM LIGHT TO DARK, FROM THE BRIGHTEST TO THE MOST DELICATE SHADE. COLOURING AND NOT OFF-COLOURING; NO MONOTONY, ELUSIVE DREAMS, FRUSTRATIONS, DISILLUSSIONS, EVERY DAY DISSATISFACTIONS.

A TRAIN RIDE IS OFTEN GREY, GLOOMY USUALLY SILENT... SOMETIMES, FROM A SEAT NEARBY, YOU CAN HEAR LOW BACKGROUND MUSIC THAT MAKES THE JOURNEY PLEASANT BUT THAT IS NOT THE BACKGROUND MUSIC OF YOUR LIFE. YOU OBSERVE WHO IS LISTENING TO IT. HE IS ALONE. YOU WOULD LIKE TO HEAR BUT YOU CANNOT. YOU CAN ONLY HEAR A FLEETING BUZZ.

EVERYBODY IS CLOSED IN THEMSELVES. WITH THEIR COATS ON THEIR LAPS, THEIR FAVORITE MAGAZINE, THEIR SUIT-CASES WELL LOCKED. HARBOURING THE FEAR THAT SOMEBODY COULD SEE WHAT THEY ARE LIKE, WHO THEY ARE.

THIS IS A JOURNEY OF SORROW. MAYBE, NEARBY YOU CAN SEE COLOURING PEOPLE. THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER. OFTEN ENVY ONE ANOTHER BUT THEY ARE DISTANT. NOW AND THEN FROM THEIR BODIES THESE COLOURS WOULD LIKE TO BURST OUT LIVELILY, NEARLY REBELLING, LIKE A BEAM OF ENERGY, TO THEN GO BACK TO THAT APPALLING GREATNESS THAT TORTURES THEM.

FULL AND SOAKED OF THAT GREAT RANGE OF COLOURS, COLOURING TOGETHER, TRYING NOT TO CHANGE.

OTHERWISE, COLOURING FOR YOURSELF LEAVING THE TRAIN IN ITS HUES, THEY WILL BE LIGHTER OR DARKER BUT ALWAYS GREY.

Marco Miglio

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