" The stars that night seemed to gems and embellished unarazzo called dark blue sky. With their brilliant sparkle seemed they were trembling with fear ... or cold?
To tell the truth, even so many street lights illuminated the small station deserted, as always at night, and the glimpse of the country, which no one was watching. In the background to the owls, the crickets chirping and the breeze of land that drove away from the tracks, the sound of the waves forever. That sea millions of lovers from around the world watching, before he lost the sight in one another, one in the body of the other.
But a few hundred meters from the sea the ... something was added to the scene. The station was no longer empty: two young, a boy and a girl, advanced along the deck, hand in hand, no hurry ... did not appear because travelers did not carry any luggage and passenger train service would be made until tomorrow.
"Do you account that is not normal to be here, "asked the boy suddenly and almost guilty, looking at her beautiful." But why? Here surely no one bothers ... "she said softly. Eleonora no end to smile, was apparently happy and eager to be there." I was joking, it's you that I've got damn seriously! My God ... bring a girl inside a station in the night ... There is no shame! But not really annoys you? "" No, do not break ... "she said curtly, his eyes while trying to sit on a bench. The boy imagined that soon she would kill herself out of boredom ... but it would be There have been foolish and useless ... I prefer to keep quiet and comply the girl.
Eleanor spotted what he was looking for a bench on the platform 1. Always to hand almost like it was the place, "George drove up there and sat down.
In the placid summer night be outdoors was a small delight, after gasping in the past week because of FA.
departure signals the end of the small station were all willing to red. George smiled to himself, thought that was unlikely to be with her in the middle of the night in a station ... Especially because it should not take any train! At that time, the romantic nature took over, and George could not resist further: if squeezed to Eleanor and kissed her tenderly ... The situation was perfect and she was too good not to. With the eye partially open, however, took a change of light ... signal had just ordered the green. Here, the situation became even more intriguing. Reacting instinctively to the new stimulus, he let himself be taken by events and hastily broke the kiss, leaving to understand that his thoughts were elsewhere.
"Well, what do you do? Ah ... here comes the train ..." she sighed disconsolately, now accustomed to being "overtaken" by the trains in certain situations.
George realized that it had the feel of Jack the Ripper and romance Terminator ... but now the "omelette" was made and she seemed resigned to that behavior. With great patience and understanding, not to offend and not doing scenes as they would have done almost all the girls, gently hugged her man, still sighing and leaning his head on his chest. Then, both turned to the south, where the train would have appeared at times. The rhythmic chant of Leopolder still insistent, tearing the calm of an idyllic summer night. No one for miles would be taken care of the passage of the train late at night ... only them. Improvisation silence, Leopolder had subsided. Giorgio hidden object, looking for a signal, a light ... and over there, a reflection away in darkness, the sparkling blue of an increasingly likely pantograph. The rails began to hiss and vibrate, in a crescendo of intense sound, almost like the overture to a symphony. George had always loved the sound. The train was approaching, rushing on the rails as a ferocious predator, and its projectors, large yellow eyes of the fair, had already won all of the darkness.
Several cubic feet of air immediately slammed on the faces of two spectators, when the beast roared violently night and passed, with its powerful spotlight, dragging his inseparable litter, almost silent in a row, all lit up and colorful. One, two, three, four and others, and others. How fast and intense flash of light, all the coaches passed before their eyes, two fascinated and two other half-closed to the devastating crash. So, until the last coach, which brought with it a slight noise, steely calm presage imminent.
The tail lights flashing appeared to greet the two young men becoming more distant and mingling with the darkness again, to the north, swallowed up by the line.
Like after every earthquake, tsunami or storm, the calm was restored completely. Crickets and owls took up the other, their symphony interrupted.
"I wonder where he went ..." asked Eleanor, air with a little naive, feigning the appearance of unlikely interest. "You have seen the writing SNCF? Are the French railways. That's a train to France. You saw how he ran?" "Mh mh ..." She nodded, not sharing too much of the excitement of the companion.
The two were still on the bench embraced the platform 1.
George looked at her companion. The flickering light of a neon lit up her beautiful green eyes, and soon, he knew, would be a wonderful smile on his face. "Well, what do you look?"
"You're beautiful," he said, convinced and a little excited. Eleanor blushed and lowered her eyes, a bit 'intimidated by that compliments received in one place and at a time unexpected, but deeply pleased.
DIN DIN DIN DIN ... was still Leopolder, this time in transit to the south, the procedure was repeated: TAK. The signal was opened to the green.
George rose from the bench. Eleanor looked at him bewildered, "What are you doing? ... Now go! ..."
"No more trains!" He said, "Come ... I'll take you to see the sea ..." and held out his hands to lift it from the uncomfortable bed. Eleanor asked no questions, even if he did not understand the sudden decision of crabs lost for a few seconds that transit. The two lovers as they entered, they went hand in hand. Just before leaving the atrium Leopolder went out with silence and announced the arrival of the train.
George slowed to a halt and Eleanor knew that his passion was overwhelming him again and he was to turn around to look at that train. Disconsolate lowered her eyes without turning around, waiting for the usual sequence of hisses, growls and vibration. She knew it was silly to be jealous of a means of locomotion, and then did not protest, merely a "Ugh ..." through clenched teeth. But George had stopped and turned to watch the train but not to kiss his beloved. And the sweetness of that kiss was opposed to the hard clatter of a long freight train pounding tired and without haste on the rails a few yards from them. So when the noise on the track ended and the train was engulfed by the curve out of the station, even the kiss ended.
Now the two could be anywhere: nobody and nothing else mattered. There were two of them, and nothing else. Another quick kiss to seal the little magic just happened and the two took together the way to the sea. That sea millions of lovers from around the world watching, before losing the one in the eyes of the other, the one in the body of the other. "
Francis Storai
