The rain and the wind were two brothers
running furious down the embankment
and on a dark, wet and grimy bench,
he was adjusting his gray uniform.
Old Matias sleeps anywhere,
a wandering ghost touches his skin,
but when it rains their spoils look
the station of plates of Step of the King.
It is cute of children and not so children
his sad figure crossing the platform,
because nobody has seen his eyes tired
the cross of oblivion trembling on his feet.
Sometimes he mumbles incoherent things,
talk about war, imitate the cannon,
and other times he puts a child in his eyes
and cradles her brown bag in her arms.
When trains arrive full of workers
he is happy, his look shines,
Sparrow in the afternoon, wants to talk to everyone,
and then he is alone on the platform.
He stares at empty roads,
the light that is lost from the train that passed,
and then he goes away muttering things,
Old Matias, ogre of the place.
The rain and the wind were two brothers
running furious down the embankment
and on a dark, wet and grimy bench,
he was adjusting his gray uniform.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)