vladimir pliskin
(was his name)




mattias tello



Each time I
open my eyes in the third
wagon of the blue train,
I see a man out there
I see him for five seconds before he vanishes in the distance
he wears a black coat
and a black face
Always with a few kids and a few women

"They must be their mothers"
They said

Like a ghost family they are
sharing bread, out there, in the
bleakness

"He is the phantom of redemption"
They said

"He tricked them, so they can trust them, poor lost bastards"

An evil angel, who comes to take
those souls that are waiting
for the blue train

Each time I open my eyes
in the third wagon of the
blue train
I feel the voices of those who are outside
in the wilderness

"Give us bread"
They said

Each time I open my eyes
people start calling me
Vladimir Pliskin
and they walk with me to my dreams,
where I dream that
I am a man
sleeping
in the third wagon
of the blue train

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