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Shakespearean love in the era of Facebook

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12 February 2016

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" -Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream

Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe...we're far from here! What a disaster would be to come a guy to you and start quoting from Shakespeare. Not only you would say he's mad but also he's so ... not updated !

As, yes, we live in a world where there is no place for poetry. There is a lot of space for need, greed, and personal feed. Facebook feed, also! We need all this feed to feed our egos.

Even Romeo would laugh it he would live nowadays! Flowers? Poetry ? Do you know how much these costs? More than money! Time! And time is what we're all need nowadays! Why waste your time running to the florist, picking up flowers, sending, mending, when you have a virtual flower made from bits that rhyme with ...

We all need time! Time to get up, time to eat, to read, to make love! Too little time for big feelings, too tiny hearts for big loves! We're consummated by our inner traffic and spend so much time on a virtual reality that we have become immune: to kissing, to smiling, to holding hands and touching faces. It has become so NOT updated to leave the inert screen and get to see how the feeling connects live, to connect without wire but with inner fire: your passion, your vibe, your need to share into reality.

So, there is no more time for romance and all the bullshit most men talk has already gone to the history's recycle bin. We all know those tricks, guys, so don't even bother to make some kind of an effort! Time is ticking towards the grave when your stick will be as stiff as your emotions right now.

Dating is so overrated nowadays! There is no more charm, no more finding yourself bumping into each other with one book in one hand, and your eyes trembling with emotions when he touches your hand while he lifts up the book you've just dropped on the ground. Pure cinema! And, oh, how we all laugh! It sounds so old school, right?!

Now dating begins on Facebook ! This is the place where you can "feel" the boy or the girl! And it all starts with the sense of humour! Everybody has it on Facebook ! And it's kind of funny, at the beginning. Like every beginnings! It tickles! Then, it scratches! Itches, all over! Time to take a short nap and get rid of that keyboard dust! After all, you have a life, besides Facebook!

And, if this continues after Facebook, then we get into some real thing! We get into that touching the hands part! No poetry! Remember, we're on the third millennium! No time to get back to 16th century! We're speeding up to the Moon, right now, and picking up stars on the way up! The universe is so big, the guy can't stop to just one star! So many others  to explore: tiny, shining, falling, Milky Way ...

And, when he stops to one little shining star from the Universe, forgetting about the Galaxy and ... Facebook (well, not really, seriously), the guy marries the girl. All good and fun till there's none! None of that itsy bitsy teeny weeny, everybody's got bikini! It's more like Ice, Ice, baby! For some, right?

This is where, dear people, we come to a point where flirts, crushes, falling and rising, relationships and marriages become parts of that odd old feeling called love. Because, sometimes, it tastes so good in real life, and with real emotions! It conquers so much more from what we are and dominates our entire being so we become seized in the moment. For this, I can utterly say poetry is still alive and keeps breathing.. . within us.

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never."
-Balthazar in Much Ado About Nothing

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts."
-Jaques in As You Like It