La terra innevata
fa da coperta
ai germogli
che nasceranno.
Il vento
che viene da Nord
porta il respiro
delle notti di Dicembre.
Le luci delle candele
restano accese,
per portare calore
nelle case
e per aspettare
l’alba del nuovo giorno.
Poem (C): Me
“Silent Night” (1891) (C): Viggo Johansen
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Its eyes
shining menacingly
in the darkness,
as it continues
its hunt
between the cold and the darkness.
The sound of the snow
under his paws
becomes faint
at every step,
and every creature
that crosses
Its gaze,
his blood will freeze.
Poem (C): Me
“Jolakotturinn” (C): Bette Belle Blanchard
I suoi occhi
brillano minacciosi
nell’ oscurità,
mentre continua
la sua caccia
tra il freddo e l’oscurità.
Il rumore della neve
sotto le sue zampe
diventa flebile
ad ogni passo,
e ogni creatura
che incrocia
il suo sguardo,
sul suo sangue si gelerà.
Poem (C): Me
“Jolakotturinn” (C): Bette Belle Blanchard
Spirit
of winter nights,
wandering in the darkness
with your white robe
and the your pale skull,
sings
your ancient melodies,
and let me welcome you
within the walls of my house.
Poem (C): Me
“The OC Mari Lwyd” (C): Jim Pool
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Spirito
delle notti invernali,
che vaghi nell’oscurità
con la tua candida veste
e il pallido teschio,
canta
le tue antiche melodie,
e lascia che ti accolga
tra le mura di casa mia.
Poem (C): Me
“The OC Mari Lwyd” (C): Jim Pool
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A dark figure
slowly
approaches
the lighted window,
on his shoulders
a huge black sack
which moves
frantically.
His tongue
taste
the cold air
of December,
while
his eyes
shining
maliciously
at the sight of his prey,
that will disappear into darkness.
Poem (C): Me
“Krampus mit Kind (Krampus with a Child)” postcard from around 1911 (C): Anonymous
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Una figura oscura
si avvicina
lentamente
alla finestra illuminata,
sulle sue spalle
un enorme sacco nero
che si muove
freneticamente.
La sua lingua
assaggia
l’aria gelida
di Dicembre,
e i suoi occhi
brillano
malignamente
alla vista della sua preda,
che sparirà nelle tenebre.
Poem (C): Me
“Krampus mit Kind (Krampus with a Child)” postcard from around 1911 (C): Anonymous
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Commission Poetry: Christmas Gifts Ideas
A little spot, based on latest post, to remind you that If you want to give to your dear ones a special gift for Christmas,
You can ask me to create a heartwarming poem for your and your parents, friends and loved ones.
For more information you can contact me through :
- A DM on my Twitter (https://twitter.com/QuitadamoMarta...
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