"We'll always have Lisbon"

- he said. Then I was left in Coimbra with my fado and Lisbon on my mind.
Oh, this one is an irrelevant entry written on an irrelevant night, just celebrating that I was in Lisbon when the moon was just as young.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.

Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them. (Secret: #36)
RUMI