atram

The sound of music

that violently

strikes

the ears of the dancers,

while their bodies

move

frantically

to the rhythm of ecstasy.

Poem (C): Me

GIF (C): GIPHY

Il suono della musica

che colpisce

violentemente

le orecchie dei ballerini,

mentre i loro corpi

si muovono

freneticamente

al ritmo dell’estasi.

Poem (C): Me

GIF (C): GIPHY

I hope the moonlight arrives

so that it can

gently

drive away

the darkness of the night.

As I await it coming,

I light a candle

to illuminate the dark road,

and to warm myself

from the cold of winter.

Poem (C): Me

GIF (C): GIPHY

Spero che arrivi

la luce della luna,

così che possa allontanare

dolcemente

le tenebre della notte.

Mentre aspetto il suo arrivo,

accendo una candela

per illuminare la strada

avvolta nell’oscurità,

e per riscaldarmi

dal gelo dell’inverno.

Poem (C): Me

GIF (C): GIPHY

I know that Christmas is already passed, but this moment I’m making a special gift to my dear friend, Whose are very supportive towards my works and I haven’t see since the COVID outbreak.

I need your help to realize this special gifts through the request of my Poetry Commission or the spreading of the voice about my writing services (This one is really appreciated)....
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Have a Nice Christmas Everyone!!

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GIF (C): GIPHY

The snow-covered earth

acts as a cover

to the sprouts

that will be born.

The wind

that comes from the North

brings the breath

of the December’s nights.

The lights of the candles

remain lit,

to bring warmth

to the homes

and to wait

the dawn of the new day.

Poem (C): Me

“Silent Night” (1891) (C): Viggo Johansen

Merry Christmas to Everyone!! 🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️🎄🎄🎄

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

Merry Christmas to Everyone!! 🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️🎄🎄🎄

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