Once upon a time a beautiful love story between two young, pure souls blossomed in a city full of anger, hate and revenge. Their love superseded their families, friends and even their own destinies.
A city as Verona was too small and a time for their story was too short for a love like this!
Their love - tragic but yet poetic, eternal - breathes forever through the walls of this house, through the city of Verona, through the lungs of any lover...
I visited the small museum inside the house, I ignored the noisy crowds of tourists and I stayed for a moment under the balcony with my heart wide open:
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love."
With their hearts entangled forever, Romeo and Juliet live here... everywhere.
And here is the proof! ;)
Not the end.
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