Sad men

2009

A sad man wandered the road at night, with nowhere to go, without knowing the road, without much to do. A train passed by her in a hurry, meaning that time was wanting to stop. A rain is coming, so that the traveler who carries only the clothes of the body, stay in a state of nerves. An owl observes everything, and, without wanting to interfere, only plays its role without further ado. On the contrary, an old car is in the most intense calm ... The headlights make the wanderer open his eyes. But it was just a way to stay awake; the car followed and the man too. The rain falls, and artificial tears sprout on the already sleepy face of the wanderer. His feet, in moments, are soaked with water and the puddles are no longer diverted. His clothes, so unwanted, are washed in the dead of night, and another train passes to admire the dawn of rain. In the night where so many sleep in the wagons and a being outside, besides admiring the rain, proof of this beauty, although a sudden cough to take this astonished attention. That, because his sadness could not be greater. A shower of rain was an inner joy little demonstrated, but a joy. And walking with his eyes closed helped him not to see that the sadness that plagued him was nothing more than a simple time. When everything is good, time is short, contrary to the contrary, Einstein had already concluded. But the wanderer was unlettered, and he did not want to know if time was relative; for him, time was a waste of time.

More than steps less, less was the pretense of getting somewhere, more important was to continue wandering. Despite all the rain that fell, despite the road and the vegetation around it, it was a desert of sameness, of solitude, and of little hope of ending. You could imagine what a man of these thought, which certainly was not something definite ... Or it was about his fate or the fate of what swallowed the night before. "Would it be better to walk to forget or to get somewhere?" What he could not forget was that he was him. And that was what he wanted to forget. But how can we forget what he learned? How to be what you are not, if you hardly know what you really wanted to be ...

If we were to delve into their thoughts, we would not reach their destination. Who, staring at the train, could not know where it would be. But there's always a rock in the way. When you think you're right when you close your eyes and walk without having a North, something causes you to stumble, fall, get hurt, and if it is not enough, there will be bigger and bigger and bigger tumbles. Until we come to the conclusion that a possible solution does not dwell on a dark road and so little can be found wandering around. And the most interesting is that whoever is on the train to somewhere, sees not only a sad man but all who are in this state. And for that wandering man, it is as if he alone had been there in that place, in that big and small world.

The question that does not want to remain silent: where does the train go and where does the man go?

It all depends on what the man wants, because the train will always go in one direction. And the day when a man discovers that the train was the safe and fast means of transportation, and that he was always by his side, may be the last available time. And in the end, you will know what you were looking for, wandering the road: true sadness.