On the train

On the train

We've been standing here
ten minutes ago.
Vietato attraversare i binari
Do not cross the railway lines
I read subtitles
back and forth,
while the melodious
background noise in soft music
like a punch
- in front of the Frecciarossa train
at a speed of 300 km/h
breaks out of brooding board reading.

We're finally off again.
They touch the back of my neck
the receding trees and houses.
Birds on the wires of the poles.

We are accelerating like the World
I'm heading south
others in the ravine of the plain
swallows the dust,
sometimes kick up one's heels

An angry hunger awakens,
the companion of wandering.
The sun is kinder there in the south,
- day after day in a frenzy,
I feel at ease among living, speaking people,
who never yawn, only talk
they live, they burn like church candles,
their smoke engulfs the blue sky,
they fade away like reality.

Susanna Peremartoni
Hungary/Budapest