I.

Magenta. I stand this foul air no more.

Red. Where shall we head?

M. Far from here, as possible.
Put me in one of the trains.

II.

M. Sometimes I wish the train to march forever.

R. With the others present?

M. If they remain as passengers
And the Nature stand outside
With a library filled...

R. Without your love present?

M. It stays in my heart, as you said.
And when I can't bear it anymore
I'll have the earth embrace me
-- My heart will fulfill the job...

R. Dying in this cell.

M. What, should I prove by burning?
It isn't my fault, you'd know.
It's outrageous, their cells...

R. We've arrived.