Wednesday, 25 June 2025

At the Ristorante L' Arcano


We left the murmuring air of the Pantheon -

High above us, the dome had let in the sky -

In the Via dei Pastini I still heard the whispers of the city's gods -

We walked towards the Piazza di Pietra -

Wallace had two coins in his hand -

We sat for a while outside a sleek ristorante -

We felt the first drops of a soft rain -

Sophie wore yellow -

She charmed the waiter with her smile -

She and Wallace were the stars in my dark heavens -

My tongue was mute with love -


Rome 

April 2025


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