On love, life, and philosophy

by Lorenzo Piccoli


They were seen on a sunny afternoon on the walls of a poor village. Jesus and Mohammed, seated with half empty glasses, were deep into a discussion while the sun was slowly declining towards a coloured sunset. One was stretching familiarly his hands towards the other’s knees, while the other was waiving his arms as if in a gesture of blessing. They went on for hours, until the night came.

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