Today, I was inspired to write this short poem worshiping books after I read the great article by Celerina Avellano . Thank you for reminding us how important is this “historical artifact” we simply call BOOK .
Silent steps, aisles and shelves,
the scent of history and today,
the scent of stories and adventures,
the scent of wisdom and experience,
hidden in lines and on pages.
How I love these trips.
How I love to leave my fingertips
on these chains of letters and words.
And I love to hold the story
and carry it with me,
enter the unfamiliar places,
be part of uncountable journeys.
You can take me to the places
I have never been.
Did you ever hurt me?
Maybe I got a tiny cut
but you didn’t do intentionally.
You are my friend and I am yours.
I will love and preserve you,
I will give you a home
till I will close my eyes – definitely.