You think it’s the usual and insipid romantic scene for Valentine.

You think it’s just a fairground, a strong yell to the world, something perhaps to convince themselves.

Then you see the pictures, and those looks. You see that tear that should not be there and finally you read the dedication.

Gradually you will doubt.

At the end the doubt is confirmed.

And you discover a world of love that goes beyond the honey, the useless rituals, the promises to the wind.

And I stay there, astonished, with a lump in my throat.