The beautiful encounters meet on the decks or anything that resembles them
Reflections split my visions, Y everywhere, but where is the M?
Signs are an obsession with me, indeed.
But here, the Y, we see it everywhere !
Even in transparency ....
Still no M, passages, stairs, it goes up or goes down, according to the outlook
Unexpected glare, such as flashes of lightning
One almost would dominate the voids by leaning in some places
I looked elsewhere
Under the footbridge, perhaps?
One could guess something through the tracks
It was necessary be organized, method and concentration
I returned to the circulations, elevators, stairs, access to the catwalk
Travelers passed without suspecting anything
I held me back to approach the sir Did you see the M, the one that goes with the Y?
Y taunted me from the other side of the windows
Watch the comings and goings occupied me, fortunately
I said to myself I will recover him
However M, him,, he had decided not to find me
I tried to climb, pass over the Y perhaps?
With those stairs everywhere, I'm not hampered myself
The decor started playing to me tricks
Between Y, gateways, glasses, It felt like a palace
I think this is where I started to see it better
Mixing everything, in, out, up, down, passages, prohibited direction, direction of travel, good sense, M were being appear again
One U showed up. He just said it made him a good laugh my story of M and Y
That it made laugh all the other letters
I said Ok, since that's how everything can be capsize !
He had me a little bit got angry that U
However, the Aix TGV Station can not really be confused with a boat, so it don't completely worked
Immediately a wave of M appeared to prove me wrong
You gotta go, set sail while you have the path !
In some places, it felt like veils about to rise
Maybe behind the trees there was the sea
I told myself Behind the trees there is always something, the sea, the mountains. Everyone knows that a tree can hide another
I'm not an expert in navigation, but blues of the transparencies wich blend, that I know
This is a good sign the color mix
When they are well clear reflections draw mirrors
This is the right moment to escape
You should know identify passages, rush yourself into gaps and breaks, cracks, slots
And to remember in time of trains departure start, Y and M that we are looking for, arrivals docks
Although trains leave quickly, if sometimes we miss them, if one does not see the shapes in lines, or behind, or between, there is still good times, like the one I spent into this railway station, my initials in the head and in eyes
I thought This is really a beautiful train station !
A station where one can travel without board trains is necessarily a good station
I think I was a little sad to leave, and even if nobody remains in a train station, I would like to do it, for once
Wait here, I've left so many memories in this place
Since 2005 my two boys arrived there and leaved from it. Four or five times a year, every school holiday, I took them to their departure to Paris, and I had come look for them two weeks later.
I know the freezing cold walkways in the winter, the hours of waiting in concourses when the HST had unfortunately delay, messages and the announcements I could recite them by heart, I sometimes hear them.
We learn to travel in the railway halls, to our children we taught gestures. For us, to say hello as well as to say goodbye, we hugging ourselves into the arms. It is in this station we have learned to do it, all three of us.
I returned home since. I found all my M.
My house, the mill, my work at Maison-Alfort, my words, and the rest [ed these words begin with M in French]
So I did what I should not normally
In a brick corner, hidden under a porch on a rainy day, I engraved my name to never again lose it
I think the material is not afraid of memories and trees prefer we leave them alone with the engraved initials in the bark