domingo, 2 de junho de 2013

Notre amour

– So… What is this all about? – asked the man with gray hair.

– Those are padlocks, my love... – answered her, while looking for the Notre-Dame.

– Well, that I can see! But why are there so many locks in this bridge?

– Oh, that! It is just a silly thing young couples do… It is supposed to make a couple locked to one another. You should write the names on the locker and put it here, in the bridge, lock it, and throw the key away on the river… That should keep the love safe and also make the couple stay together forever. It is like if you were tied to each other – taught her, without caring much, while looking at her map.

– I see… In that case, I will buy a locker for us – answered him, as if this was a new practical problem he had just recently realized.

In that moment she finally stopped doing her things and looked up. She turned to him and said:

– Oh, my love… Do you really think we need this? We are locked to each other for the past 40 years. Do we think it gets more tied than this?

He smiled at her and came a bit closer. With his hand around her waist, he pressed his body against hers. And then, they kissed.

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