The Locomotive I don’t know what face he had, nor his name with what voice he spoke, with what voice then he sang how many years he had seen then, what colour his hair but in my imagination I have his image heroes are all young and beautiful heroes are all young and beautiful heroes are all young and beautiful I know instead the era of the facts, what was his occupation the first years of the century, machinist, railroad man the days when the war started, the holy war of the poor the train seemed likewise a legend of progress speeding over the continent speeding over the continent speeding over the continent and the locomotive seemed to be a strange monster that Man dominated with his thoughts and his hand roaring it left behind it distances that seemed infinite it seemed to have inside a tremendous power the same power as dynamite the same power as dynamite the same power as dynamite But another great force then spread it’s wings words that said “all men are equal” and against the kings and tyrants it burst in the street the proletarian bomb and it lit up the air the torch of anarchy the torch of anarchy the torch of anarchy A train every day passed by his station a luxury train, far destination he saw respected people, he thought of that velvet and gold he thought of the lean days of the people around him he thought of the train full of lords he thought of the train full of lords he thought of the train full of lords I don’t know what happened, why he made the decision maybe an ancient rage, generations without name that cry out for revenge, they blinded his heart he forgot piety, he forgot his goodness his bomb, the steam engine his bomb, the steam engine his bomb, the steam engine And on the track was the locomotive the pulsating machine seemed to be alive it seemed a young buck that, the brake just freed bit the rail with muscles of steel with the blind force of lightning with the blind force of lightning with the blind force of lightning And one day like all the others, but maybe with more anger in his body he thought that it held the key to repair some wrongs he got up on the sleeping monster, he tried to drive away his fear and before thinking of what he was about to do the monster devoured the plains the monster devoured the plains the monster devoured the plains The other train ran unaware and almost without hurry no one imagined it was headed towards revenge but at the station in Bologna arrived the news in a flash “notice of emergency, act with urgency a madman has launched himself against the train a madman has launched himself against the train a madman has launched himself against the train” But meanwhile the locomotive runs, runs, runs and the steam whistles and seems almost alive and the whistle that fills the air seems to say to the stooped farmers “Brother don’t fear, I run to my duty Triumph to the proletarian justice! Triumph to the proletarian justice! Triumph to the proletarian justice!” And meanwhile it runs, runs, runs still harder and it runs, runs, runs, runs toward death and nothing by now can hold back the immense destructive power it waits only for the crash and then arrives at the mantle of the great consoler of the great consoler of the great consoler The story tells us how the race ended the machine rerouted along a dead line with the last of his animal yells the machine erupted red hot metal and lava it exploded against the sky, then the smoke spread its veil they picked him up, he was still breathing they picked him up, he was still breathing they picked him up, he was still breathing But we like to think of him still behind the engine while he runs the steam engine away and that the news still reaches us one day of a locomotive, like a living thing speeding like a bomb against injustice! speeding like a bomb against injustice! speeding like a bomb against injustice!
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