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Sorry for a moment of melancholy.
This place is a nice memory for me.
I would dedicate this photo to my old friend :-)

Nothing Twice Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the story fact is
That we arrive here improvised
And leave without the chance to practice.

No day copies yesterday,
No two nights will teach what bliss is
In precisely the same way,
With exactly the same kisses.

One day, perhaps, some idle tongue
Mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
Into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you’re here with me,
I can’t help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
It is a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day?
With so much needless fear and sorrow?
It’s in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
To seek accord beneath our star,
Although we’re different (we concur)
Just as two drops of water are.

By Wieslawa Szymborska 1996 Nobel Prize