Thalys Kiss

Thalys, Brussels Midi Station, 2015.
Thalys, Brussels Midi Station, 2015.

The Thalys isn’t just a train for businessmen, city-trippers or clumsy terrorists. It’s a loving transport, taking lovers dreams, joys and pains for a stroll, with its non-stop red rigid comings and goings. Between Paris and Brussels, the Thalys looks to me like a biomechanical French kiss that HR Giger wouldn’t have begrudged.

Le Thalys n’est pas qu’un train d’hommes d’affaires, de city-trippers ou de terroristes maladroits. C’est aussi un transport d’amoureux. C’est qu’il en balade des rêves, des joies et des douleurs, l’incessant va-et-vient de la rame rouge et roide. J’y vois un baiser entre deux amantes, Paris et Bruxelles ; un French Kiss biomécanique que n’aurait pas renié HR Giger.

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