els amants eterns

fa uns anys a Mantova, a uns 40 kilòmetres de Verona, faren trobar aquests fòssils de fa uns 5 o 6 mil anys.

al contemplar-los, i veure la seva abraçada eterna un es pregunta per què foren enterrats així? foren uns Romeo i Julieta abans del mite que creà Shakespeare? i un comprén, llavors, que la idea, semblava que destinada només a la poesia o als somnis contemplant la vesprada mentre el sol davalla i la lluna ix, que l'amor pot ésser etern no és una bogeria...

si un els veu i sent enveja, sempre sempre seran junts en abraçada d'amor... l'infinit pot ésser a la nostra mà -com somnià W. Blake-...

us deixo l'inici i el final de l'obra d'amor més coneguga... Com hauria set, no ja sols la seva història, sinó la de la humanitat, si Julieta i Romeo no haguessin acabat com ho feren?

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.