7:05, the bus stop I see the same faces.
's one of those cases where the routine I do not mind at all: here comes the usual clerical mustache, glasses and a backpack, is beyond the Chinese mother with her three sons polite, next to Mrs. me crazy ... All of them are on my watch, yes, my yardstick for measuring the time and even today, in spite of everything are on time!
I go on 90, which today is incredibly timely, and just sitting at my usual place I see that there too, the girl with those big blue eyes, and bangs liscissima look so sweet.
I think today has come out in a hurry too: breakfast on the fly with pre-packaged croissant!
"Hello, how are you?"
Toh, many years and I see that I had never heard his voice!
"Well, thanks and you?" meets the man sitting in front of her.
"Oh, fine, but I lost my job ..."
He lost his job ... It 'a perfect stranger, yet the news has affected me and a little' me sad.
I look at it better, the tone in which he speaks is a bit 'dejected, and believe it, but her smile radiates strength, confidence, desire to not give up, I naturally hope that my heart will soon find its way!
This thought makes me open my eyes and people on the bus is no longer an amorphous mass of chatter and yawns.
The man in front of the girl, for example, two rings on her finger. A widower ... But it is not, because even though his daughter is graduating in a distant city, is always present in his life.
Or those couple by the window: a mortgage, many bills, an ad on Portaportese to find what they need at a good price. More or less like mom and dad.
Or that guy who goes over the lesson, ripped jeans and headphones in your ears ... That anxiety before an exam! As if to support him wipe a few minutes before you give me some more points ...
quell'operaio O, probably Europe, taking advantage of the bus ride to rest a bit more '... Who knows how long is standing ... It reminds me so much the gentleman who worked at the IUSM ... All the day up and down the building to do cleaning, pay for studies to his son and give him a more secure future of his ...
... All day to leave flyers dressed as a tray of sushi, to give his parents a more serene old age ...
All with their thoughts, their passions, their adventures, all day all "..." To build a life, just like me.
Oh no, these people are much more than just a watch ... Good day to you all!
7:05, at the bus stop I always see the faces of everyday examination.
It's one of those times when I like the usual routine: the usual clerk is arriving, with his little moustaches and his backpack, there I can see the usual Chinese mum, with her three and well educated children, near me the extravagant woman...
They're all my clock, yes, my way to measure time and today too, despite of everything, I'm on time!
I get on the 90, that today is incredibly punctual, and as I sit on my usual seat I see there she is too, the girl with big blue eyes, the smooth fringe and that sweet look.
Probably she left her home quickly too, today, cos she's having breakfast just now, with a pre-packaged brioche!
"Good morning, how are you?"
Oh, I've seen her for years and I've never heard her voice before!
"Fine, thanks and you?" answers the man in front of her.
"Ehm, fine too, but I lost my job..."
She lost her job... I don't know her at all, but the news strike me and make me a bit sad anyway.
I look at her with different eyes: the way she talks about it is a bit disconsolate, and I can see why, but her smile shows strength, hope, willing to not give up; it comes so natural to hope with all my heart she'll find her own way!
My eyes are open now and people on the bus aren't just a chatting-yawning blob.
The man in front of the girl, for example: two wedding rings. A widower. But he's not alone, cos, even if his daughter is graduating in a town far from here, she's always present in his life.
Or those spouses near the window: a loan, a lot of bills to pay, a newspaper ad to look for something they need at a good price. More or less like my mum and dad.
Or that boy revising the lesson, ripped jeans and headphones in his ears... That anxiesty before an examination! Like if revising the book few minutes before that, could make me know more about it...
Or that worker, probably coming from Eastern Europe, sleeping a bit more on the bus... I wonder at what his alarm went off... He reminds me that man working at the University... All day running up and down the stairs of the building to clean it, to pay school taxes to his son and give him a safer future...
... All day dispensing flyers, dressed as a sushi tray, to give his parents a more peaceful old age...
All of them with their thoughts, their hobbies, their adventures, all of them doing "..." all day, to build their life, just like me.
Well, no, These People Are Much More Than Just a clock ... And you all have a nice day!
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