Recently I took some photos of old trains in a railway yard in the capital of our state, São Paulo city. This task was part of an institutional action that aims to bring to our city old wagons, out of use, that can be renovated and used for cultural and tourist activities. Right after entering the railway yard we come across with a set of “giants of steel”, standing still beside the lines, that now, allow the modern Korean trains to cross the city. Silence would inhabit that place if it were not often beat by the modern Korean compositions that run alongside. However, after a few hours photographing the trains I got the impression that this is a deeply silent place. I am referring to the human buzz of arrivals and departures, ups and downs at stations, mornings, afternoons, nights, a buzz that for decades cherish the old wagons. Now, everything is silence. When I looked at the guts from the old compositions it seemed that both steel, and the man, miss something…
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