Our Lock (We Had to Scratch a "J+K" in with a Key) |
On a summer evening when this place was opened for the town's inhabitants, a boy and a girl walked over the bridge. They were both very young and deep in love. Holding hands, they stared at the water of the Szinva, gleaming in the darkness, and listened to the soft music of the gurgling river flowing by. The boy wanted to speak about his feelings but was too timid and shy to say a word. And the girl was just standing there hoping to hear the confession of love. Girls have always been like this: since the beginning of time, they have always wanted to hear and not only feel that they are loved. In a trembling voice, the boy whispered to her, "I love you." His words were echoed by all the tiny drops of water in the river, murmuring the wonderful lines of the famous poem by Attilla Jozsef:
I love you as a mother loves her child,They were standing enchanted on the small bridge, leaving time, space and reality behind, and listened to the river reciting the lines of the poem. Perhaps it was only an illusion, perhaps it was the magic of love, but the River Szinva was softly murmuring the lines of Attila Jozsef's immortal Ode, the poem which was born in the same place as the river itself: in Lillafured. It was on the little bridge in Kandina alley that the two youngsters first kissed and vowed to love each other forever because all lovers are insatiable; they are not satisfied by the eternity of the moment, but long for the infinite too.
As silent caves love their depth.
I love you as halls love light
As the soul loves flame and the body loves calm...
The next day they returned to the bridge, tied two small padlocks together and fastened them onto hte iron rail. They threw the two small keys into the water so that the padlocks that were to symbolize their never-ending love could not be opened and separated by anyone, not even by themselves.
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