I have traveled many times in trains
third
without luggage, accompanied
only a humble lunch box.
the background, looked beside me hope.
share both my lunchbox:
divided was a creed
bond for travel on trains to third. Wait
after night a new day in those squalid
wagons leaving your life move
rails that never come to meet!
long ago and do not run trains
the third
uncomfortable with carbon in the crystals,
the cheerful hum of the engine
And their bench seats!
is true that I lost my old lunchbox
but in return, I own suitcases.
failures, fears,
hatreds, resentments
that I step out one by one
I have been, little by little, throwing
landfill.
my bags for new waste
not want what I want them full of suits
illusion
of bright patent leather shoes and slippers color
them laugh with humor.
Alcalá de Henares, November 8, 2007
Raiten
The realities of daily life views with humor, do not cease to be true but they are nicer. Society is full of unsung heroes, to them I dedicate my attention. The poetry will be here a little space. 
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