I’m waiting for the train,
Far away from the stations,
Far astray in sensations.
I’m waiting for the train,
In an empty thorny cover,
In the emptiness thrown over.
I’m waiting for the train,
Taken my last seat, the mud,
Taking no more worldly drug.
I’m waiting for the train,
Looking backwards nought,
Looking forwards no thought.
I’m waiting for the train,
There’s no other to wait for,
There’s no other to wait for.
I’m waiting for the train.
Benyamin Bensalah
19.03.2016