00:25The faceless traveler
00:30In the evening strolls of the streets and the narrow corridors of the stations, it is said that a stranger boards in
00:36buses and trams without ever revealing his face.
00:40No eyes, no mouth, only the smell of rain and a stillness that seems to hold its breath
00:46around him.
00:47He has no name, or perhaps he has a thousand names and none of them belong to him.
00:52Really.
00:52We see it appear like a rumor taking shape, then disappear as quickly as a reflection in a windowpane.
00:59Frozen from the windows.
01:00When he gets into the vehicle, the conversations stop.
01:04The laughter fades, the bags fall silent, and even the sound of the engine seems hesitant, as if it were hesitating
01:11to reveal what he knows.
01:13The passengers, surprised by his arrival, quickly looked away, searching for something to grab onto, a
01:21A familiar face, a word that could bring him back to reality.
01:26But the faceless traveler said nothing.
01:28He stands motionless, and yet, one senses that he is evolving in the collective memory, as if he were carrying
01:37On his shoulders, the secrets of the streets.
01:39In several cities, residents pass on the same series of details with a precision that resembles a prayer.
01:48recited in Russian-Ukrainian, both ancient and modern.
01:52They get in, they sit near the door, and just before the vehicle starts, they stand up,
01:58they turn towards the wall and disappear.
02:01No sketch of his face, no fingerprints on the seat, nothing that could be used to describe him otherwise
02:08than by his absence.
02:09An absence that speaks louder than any portrait.
02:14We also hear about what he leaves behind, or rather what he takes away.
02:19No precious objects, no spectacular gestures.
02:22Sometimes, a scarf left on a seat, or a torn ticket that ceases to be useful as soon as you pick it up
02:29think.
02:30Other times, it's fragments of sound, a breath, a small voice, distant music that seems to come from the
02:38years gone by,
02:40as if the traveler carried within him a past that no one dared to name clearly.
02:45It is said that after he passes by, people clink their notebooks together, searching for details they wouldn't have noticed otherwise.
02:52I shouldn't have written that.
02:53and that the city becomes a little less confident, a little more cautious in its certainties.
02:59And then there are the things that witnesses prefer to keep quiet about.
03:03The faceless traveler chooses neither misfortune nor blessing.
03:07It acts like an invisible door that opens onto another dimension of the present moment.
03:14If anyone dares to speak about him, if anyone dares to ask him why he travels like this,
03:20He receives a calm that weighs like a blanket of snow.
03:24In this case, silence becomes a heavier response than any words.
03:29He says the journey never truly ends, that every stop is a broken promise.
03:35and that anyone who gets into the vehicle could unknowingly be a gateway to another world.
03:41Over time, the residents of the neighborhoods tell the story of the traveler,
03:46like telling a legend to soothe the nights.
03:50He is spoken of as a ferryman between souls and streets.
03:54Someone who asks for nothing, who takes nothing, except a little time, a little air,
03:59and perhaps a look that we don't dare give him.
04:02Those who met him, or who think they gazed at him in the pale light of a flash,
04:08This alarm clock has a strange feel to it.
04:11that of having received a key without understanding what it opens.
04:16And if, one morning, you find yourself on a tram where the metal creaks under the wheels,
04:21and that you might encounter someone who seems to have no face,
04:26Remember that this is not necessarily a threat.
04:30Perhaps it is simply the faceless traveler passing by,
04:34which invites you to look at your own journey in a new light.
04:38to recognize that every traveler is also a story that deserves to be told,
04:43even without a name, even without a face.
04:46So, friends, let's focus on our footsteps as they land on the asphalt,
04:52and our gaze, fixed on the cold windows of the trams, remains open to the strange,
04:57to what is not said, but which, nevertheless, lives in the lungs of the city.
05:02The faceless traveler continues onward,
05:05And we continue to listen to the sounds from the stations,
05:09to listen to the calm,
05:10and to listen, sometimes,
05:12what lies behind the friction of the rails
05:15and the hubbub of conversations that die down too soon.
05:19Immediately, the faceless traveler.
05:37In the subway where you turn a corner in a strange hall,
05:40I'm only afraid it will slip between the rails and the towers.
05:44and not without saying a word, nameless, faceless
05:50and disappears like a shadow that blends into the court.
05:55The clocks tick by, the lights flicker,
05:59We will encounter a silence that breathes in emptiness.
06:02And the entire seat guardrail of a memory,
06:06a breath that dies out but keeps returning.
06:09The faceless traveler,
06:12who never shows her eyes,
06:15journey to enter,
06:17At night, we leave some perplexed.
06:22He carries the year in his bed,
06:24and a smile below.
06:25And when he moves away,
06:27where he doesn't put his memories.
06:32It is said that it lasts a thousand years.
06:35without belonging to any.
06:38Let him read our secrets,
06:40in the reflections,
06:41frozen windows.
06:44He takes no luggage,
06:48no promises,
06:48nor forgiveness,
06:51just the taste of a memory,
06:54unfinished hours.
06:57The festive laughter,
06:59The conversations are piling up,
07:01when they sit down near the door,
07:03and that time may lighten.
07:04And if someone tries to speak,
07:07calm would not be alone,
07:08a blanket of snow beneath the words,
07:10who went to heaven.
07:13The traveler,
07:14my face,
07:16who never show,
07:18her eyes,
07:19journey to enter,
07:21nighttime,
07:22leave us somewhat perplexed.
07:25He carries the year in his bed,
07:27and a cold smile.
07:29And when he moves away,
07:31the meter sight to remember.
07:34And perhaps, as we pass through the station,
07:37we don't send our step,
07:39which becomes a reminder
07:40an invisible door,
07:42opens for no reason,
07:44and the moment becomes legend.
07:47without drinking or debauchery.
07:50The traveler,
07:51his face,
07:53who never shows,
07:55her eyes,
07:56journey to enter,
07:59nighttime,
07:59leave us somewhat perplexed.
08:03He carries the year in his bed,
08:05and a cold smile.
08:07And when he moves away,
08:08He doesn't put his memory there.
08:11So we sing,
08:12all those who pass by,
08:13show themselves,
08:14for the ladies who are passing,
08:16between the rails and the gazes.
08:18The traveler,
08:19his face,
08:21continues on its way.
08:24And our streets,
08:26formerly,
08:27they start counting again.
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