In the Train Gar

She like looks to schedule

Departures, arrives...

Her tired body motionless

In the waiting saloon, on the chair.

Her eyes frozen

like looks to shedule

people

thinks so that

she was waiting the train.

But she has died already

Such, on the chair

she is no waiting a train

neither any train her.

Just, no to go

no place .

She had died

her mask on her face,

Her head is upright, her eyes open

the statement on her face 

proud.

No body knows.