Juliet broke her write (right) arm in the last fight.
Now, she cannot touch Romeo's lips
(her left arm receives commands from the left side of her brain now;
– scratches, angles, mathematics, all day, all night…).

Romeo:
Don’t touch my eye with your left, please!
I love blindness,
I love Braille.
I have all your pictures;
my drawers are filled with your heads,
faces, smiles, tears, thoughts, identities,
like the morgue of the municipal hospital.

I have you inside my fingers.
My index looks at you every day, every night
(the silver has the best memory!
you have no memory).

Don’t touch, because you don’t know!
Don’t dare!
You haven't got the courage to challenge my words..
Look at my lips, after battle!
After your battle!
They are sown together by stitches of silent words.

Juliet:
You have to love me.
Or not?
That is the question!
I don't remember...
It's soemthing about a love story?!
Forgive me for misunderstanding!
I don't even remember the reason for that last fight...
Let me touch your sight with my good left arm.

I need my memory back.