Cuentos para Kati VI

Everything looks the same. It is a rainy day, one when light has chosen to be shy, I feel the cold breeze and the drops touching my steel body and my slippery wheels. The little girl is running, she seems agitated, the rain melted her makeup and her smile is absent today.

Everything looks the same. The couple walk slowly, with confidence, holding hands, smiling at each other. The world is absent to them, their love pervades everything. She smiles while he touches her hair. His passion finds confusion its never ending companionship.

Everything looks the same. The old man arrived early. I can see him from afar, silent, careful, peacefully waiting, patiently observing. Only my scream defies his otherwise unconscious  attention.

Everything looks the same. The path I follow never gets disturbed, sometimes delayed but I always see the little girl, the lovers and the old man, sometimes in different places, or different moments. Sometimes she doesn't look the same, sometimes she is smiling, sometimes he is not, sometimes age is not patient, sometimes love is not there. But it looks the same, just not the same passengers, even when they are the same.

Everything looks the same, is it not? I have asked other trains, isn't there always a little girl, isn't there  always an old man? Does not their warm embracing melt your cold chairs? We do recall the little girl, we do recall their hugging shade, we do recall his patient stare. Are we the same train then? 

Everything looks the same, but for them is never the same, for them every day they changed themselves, but for us it is always the same, if you move enough, everyday, there is always a running girl, there is always a patient man and of course love is everywhere.