The departure left an immense cloud of steam at the station
stop behind the sparks produced by the wheels as they moved on the rails.
Nobody, nobody knew at what moment he would leave. It was as if the vision of
the train disappeared for the passengers who did not manage to board in time,
and who also wanted that imaginary adventure. We only realized that we started
when the porter let us enter through the door of the car near the driver.
Access closed, there were no more questions to be asked. The train was going at
incredible speed. It crossed the space without allowing us to quantify the
elapsed time. We passed the cities with their neon lights illuminating us at
nights that rather resembled astronauts who, without the force of gravity,
floated in outer space among the bolides of light that like blasts of air
expelled the stars that were moving away in the immensity of the firmament.
Sweaty we went through the rails carried by the framework that crossed the
distances hurting the void at high speeds. Sometimes it seemed that the stars
hovered around the windows. Other times, the sidereal zone let the darkness
touch. A soft melody lulled the passengers, and then we had the urge to enjoy
the acceleration when the time of our lives decreased or increased as it pleased.
Inside we did not feel the sting of this in the years of the fast hearts.
We were going through galactic corridors against the train
track. We made love in the moments that the memories crowded together to leave
us the satisfaction of what we experienced. We were playing future roulette in
one of the wagons. The first to enter the locomotive were the first to return
to the station. This happened at the moment of going through all the wagons at
unlimited speeds. Other passengers waited outside, impatiently dreaming of
celebrating their happiness in the worlds that the fleeting vehicle
scrutinized. The hour hand always marked the same time of day and year that we
approached it. We savor the future without moving from the present. A trip on
the train of love and dreams. As we descended, we breathed the air of the
restless city again as if the machine had not moved from its place, while the
sky satisfied our emotions. An inscrutable reality that disturbed dreams. An
eternal journey of life within the vastness of the cosmos.
* A tribute to Einstein's theory of relativity.