The library of Ombrachiara, The nursery rhyme

In a city without voice and speech,
slept the books, lost in a gentle dawn.

A light-footed girl,
found a note, carried by thought.

"The absurd," he said, "is to search for meaning,
in a world that is silent, thick and dense."

Eloisa read it and placed it in her pocket,
feeling a light open silently.

He picked up words from steps and walls,

from tired books, from dark corners.
Each sentence, a thread of shining gold,
weaved a light and shining path.

The library of Ombrachiara arose,
and a thousand words in the sky flew.
They were not answers, nor solutions,
but questions that opened emotions.

If you, too, find a sentence that calls,
treasure it slowly, like a flame.
Because reading is not understanding everything,
but staying awake, even when everything rests.