There must be a secret room

in your house of love,

where you may confine yourself

every so often, in thoughts and meditation

and may  keep inside the jewels

of many lightly touched experiences.

Where you can wipe off the dust

on the library of all your unread dreams

and retrieve captive, subdued

yet unforgotten memories.

Where each day of your life’s calendar,

has become a rusty drawer

that only you may have the key to open

and look back at all the times and places

that have been lost in love and understanding.

A room of unfulfilled nostalgia,

with four open, endless horizons

in place of its four walls,

a room with a ceiling so transparent

to let you touch the sky

and have a pack of stars

coming to dine with you.

So, when stepping out of it,

you’ll be once more the sudden stranger

with a bright eyes gleam

and gentle touch,

that your lover had always known you were,

and still may bring again with you

the most precious and fascinating gift,

you may ever have a chance to offer,

What was known,

unknown again,

to be known once more.

Ennio Romano Forina