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Everyone understands love in their own way. The truth is that love lives everywhere: in the man in the park who offers a flower to the sad girl on the sidewalk, in the lady in the cafeteria who prepares the sandwich better than mom, the boy who missed all the trains only to go on the train with the girl he likes even though he still doesn’t dare to talk to her, the lady who gets up early every Monday to have coffee with her husband and continues with that fresh summer look as if it were the first day, in this young poet who writes these lines and tries to order his excited emotions, and in you who are looking for magic elsewhere without realizing that magic is you every time because when you smile you infect whoever is close.

In a clash of shoulders and some books on the floor, in that electric tenderness at a first gesture, in that desire to say everything in an instant without even knowing each other.

Now you understand that love lives everywhere and that it can be born in a second and live forever until the last heartbeat, until the last breath, until the last tear.