Avenida de Roma, Lisbon. Today I woke up to the sound of chain saws. One of the last black poplars of the avenue was being cut down because its roots (I learned later) made people fall. I had never noticed how the building behind the tree was ugly. Most trees nearby fell, one time or another, to the inexorable needs of automobile locomotion. Walking up towards the other end of the avenue, where trees tend to be slightly more respected, I saw these two roses embracing each other on an otherwise empty bench. I baptized them Romeo and Juliet, for they were obviously dying.