Here in Lisbon I went to the oldest
bookstore of the world
That, since several ages,
holds inside so many stories
I asked the owner
if our book of love was in there too
He said it was
with both our names in gold
written on the cover
I asked if I could have it
to read further our story
He smiled and told me
he could not yet give the book
as we first need to live the words
I said I understood
But as I walked outside
The owner called me
I turned around, the old man said:
‘I read the book and
for what I can tell you
It’s a beautiful,
breathtaking love story.’
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