Every day, getting on the train,
the clever ones, I entertain,
while they wake up, slowly
but never, never give me any money
*On the platform, two musicians stand by and look at the travellers with suspicion. They caught my attention because they do not seem to live in another world (that of music), like other musicians I cross sometimes path with.
When the train arrives, they climb on the train, play their instruments, then pass, resentful, in the wagons, openly asking for money, casting contemptuous glances at those who do not give anything, and omitting to thank those who do not give enough. All the hardness of life in their rugged faces.