Comparison between the two parts of the train station, the new one and the one of the past, of Medina del Campo.
Meeting and farewell point, memories of old stories and dreams broken and defeated by the time. My eyes remember you since my childhood, walking through the inner depths of your empty and naked space faced with the world, a way from the racket or your double look. The last platform lost in the oblivion of old living fossils breath ing and watching the high speed strength, which moves them a way from tenderness and people's contact. lost trains longing the sound that marks the daily pace and the green light in their passing. Opposite, the gentle and unbeaten machines with smooth lines stand unaware of the lost space, and embrace the silent and quick fate . Two looks that boost humanbeing evolution with the taste carried by every breath of air, emanating from last corners, looking for remembrance, persisting as faithful witnesses each stage of life. I dont forger you, you are part of that child's tender look that was breastfed with the soft lullaby of the numb clattering, and who travels today at the same rhythm than the passionate young looking for trapping the time with new goals.