The Girl/The Sunrays (La Ragazza/I Raggi di Sole): English Version

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brown creepers
they intertwining
In her head,
and gently frame
her cheeks.
Soft lips
keeps
within herself
the pearl teeth.
Hazel eyes
they shine
on contact with
the sunrays,
reflecting
a thousand other lights,
glow
her radiant face
and spread
its warmth.
Sorry I have had some difficulties to translating this poem.

La Ragazza/I Raggi del Sole

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Rampicanti castani
si intrecciano
sulla sua testa,
e incorniciano
dolcemente
le sue guance.
Le morbide labbra
custodiscono
dentro di sé
i candidi denti.
Gli occhi color nocciola
si illuminano
al contatto con
i raggi del sole,
riflettendo
altre mille luci,
risplendendo
il suo viso radioso,
e diffondendo
il suo calore.

Porcelain Woman (Donna di Porcellana): English Version

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Nothing in the background
appears clearly,
Except her gray eyes
hidden
under her raven hair,
decorated
with long black eyelashes.
The light
touches gently
her porcelain skin,
drawing
beautiful symmetries,
lighting up
its white pallor
surrounding
the soft lips
arranged
like rose petals.

Donna di Porcellana

3

Nulla sullo sfondo
appare con chiarezza,
Tranne i suoi occhi grigi
nascosti
sotto i suoi capelli corvini,
decorati
con lunghe ciglia nere.
La luce
tocca delicatamente
la sua pelle di porcellana,
disegnando
splendide simmetrie,
illuminando
il suo candido pallore
che circonda
le soffici labbra
disposte
come petali di rose.

Pasithea: English Version

4
Strange figures
dances at midnight,
deforming
with strange movements
and transforming
in extraordinary creatures,
merging with dreams
and illusions,
creating a single being.
Sweet girl,
which encircled with splendid flowers,
together with your spouse
kidnap dreamy mortals
and bring them
in a universe of wonders,
squeezing
in an ethereal embrace,
transforming
in the breeze,
elevating them
beyond the highest
Boundaries of perception

Pasithea

4

Strane figure
danzano a mezzanotte,
deformandosi
con strani movimenti
e trasformandosi
in straordinarie creature,
fondendosi con i sogni
e le illusioni,
creando un unico essere.
Dolce fanciulla,
che cinta di splendidi fiori,
insieme al tuo sposo
rapisci i mortali sognanti
e li porti
in un universo di meraviglie,
stringendoli
in un etereo abbraccio,
trasformandoli
in brezza,
elevandoli
oltre ai più alti
confini della percezione.

Hecate: English version

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Incense's smokes
flit
to the moon,
while
the spheres of fire,
irradiate
with their warmth
the gloomy forest.
Dark Priestesses
recite
their mysterious prayers,
accompanied
from hisses of snakes
and the barking of dogs.
From the thick fog
materializes
a pale woman
whose triple face
it is illuminated
from the icy moon.
Under his feet
take shape
the deadly spirits,
that passing by
dresses thin...
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Hecate

6

This is one of my poem, I'm sorry if it is write in italian, I'll try to make the english traduction:

Fumi d'incenso
volteggiano
verso la luna,
mentre
le sfere di fuoco,
irradiano
con il loro calore
la tetra foresta.
Oscure Sacerdotesse
recitano
le loro misteriose preghiere,
accompagnate
dai sibili di serpi
e i latrati dei cani.
Dalla fitta nebbia
si materializza
una pallida donna...
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Hello!!

12

My name is Marta, a.k.a Atram, and so very happy to meet everyone in this Beautiful community.

When I saw on tv "Suicidegirls: Guide to Living" and CSI:NY Episode's "Oedipus Hex", I wanted to know everthing about this Web site and the people who frequent it (I know this is sound creepy and I'm sorry about that) and when I saw the beautiful topics which...
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