☕🍫𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻❄️☃️
E l’inverno vien tremando,
vien tremando alla tua porta.
Sai tu dirmi che ti porta?
Un fastell d’aridi ciocchi,
un fringuello irrigidito;
e poi neve neve a fiocchi
e ghiacciuoli grossi un dito.
Verses by Angelo Silvio Novaro from the poem “I doni” [translation by me under cut]
Pics from Pixabay, all of them royalty free.
Translation:
And winter comes trembling
It comes trembling at your door
Can you tell me what it brings forth?
A bundle of dry logs,
A stiff finch;
And then snow, snow in flakes
And icicles as big as a thumb.
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🌲🍂𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓷🍄🍃
Vien l’autunno sospirando,
sospirando alla tua porta.
Sai tu dirmi che ti porta?
Qualche bacca porporina,
nidi vuoti, rame spoglie,
e tre gocciole di brina,
e un pugnel di morte foglie.
Verses by Angelo Silvio Novaro from the poem “I doni” [translation by me under cut]
Pics from Pixabay, all of them royalty free.
Translation:
Comes the autumn sighing
It comes sighing at your door
Can you tell me what it brings forth?
Some crimson coloured berries,
Empty nests, bare branches,
And three drops of frost,
And a little bunch of dead leaves.
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🍉 🎀 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 🎀 🍉
E l’estate vien cantando,
vien cantando alla tua porta:
Sai tu dirmi che ti porta?
Un cestel di bionde pesche
vellutate, appena tocche,
e ciliegie lustre e fresche,
ben divise a mazzi e a ciocche.
Verses by Angelo Silvio Novaro from the poem “I doni” [translation by me under cut]
Pics from Pixabay, all of them royalty free.
Translation:
And summer comes singing,
Comes singing at your door;
Can you tell me what brings you forth?
A little basket full of blond peaches
Velvety, barely touched
And cherries, lustrous and fresh,
Well divided in bundles and bunches.
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🐥 🎀 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 🎀 🐥
Primavera vien danzando
vien danzando alla tua porta.
Sai tu dirmi che ti porta?
Ghirlandette di farfalle,
campanelle di vilucchi,
quali azzurre, quali gialle;
e poi rose, a fasci e a mucchi.
Verses by Angelo Silvio Novaro from the poem "I doni" [translation by me under cut]
Pics from Pixabay, all of them royalty free.
Translation:
Spring comes dancing
Comes dancing at your door;
Can you tell me what brings you forth?
Little wreaths of butterflies
Little bells of bindweeds
Now blue, now yellow;
And then roses in bundles and heaps.
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