I saw the train at middle distance,
It ran slow and was white,
It had many windows and in each
One I saw my brother.
He didn´t see me although he looked
In my direction, but beyond me
And the life he had lived before me.
I think it was a spring day, I saw flowers
Twined together like a bouquet
Near the tracks…the train disappeared
Into a tunnel and when all was
Quiet, I heard a bird sing so sadly I thought
It must have lost its nest.
