Virgilio

Poesie in Inglese


Scritta da: Atena Longo
in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)

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I lean my head on
your heart's bosom
Sleeping long while
you hold me tight.
My dreams of you are
the only place I have to go.
Back to the eternal joy of
Infancy: resting for
a moment in your arms.
Only your warm breath
I want, the sweet chaotic
weight of silence.
Death comes to look at me
when I am close to you,
envying the eternity of an instant.
All begins and ends when
I am there, in that cold room
listening.
Composta sabato 9 maggio 2015
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    Scritta da: Valentina
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    Thou heart

    Sinking into the ice of thou heart
    My hand trying to reach the core
    I feel blood dripping out
    As my touch harsh as a cry
    Grips into your memory-foam

    Shouting silently I hear thou voice
    The sound of a creeping laugh
    Echoing from the deepest part
    Of a lonely heart.
    Composta domenica 3 maggio 2015
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      Scritta da: Zio Haus
      in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera, Poesie personali)

      Skyscraper Prison

      A nervous biting of the fingers
      to keep the usual thoughts at bay
      and an annoying hunger that lingers
      make me wonder why I should stay.

      I’m forgetting what it’s like to be caressed by a stray ray
      of sunshine that from a prison of leaves broke free,
      condemned to a life sentence within this society’s walls.

      Keep telling myself I’ll soon get away,
      but it never happens
      and day per day life slips away.
      Composta venerdì 20 marzo 2015
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        Scritta da: Zio Haus
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        Brainwashed

        Brought up within the walls of this prison
        Convinced that thinking for yourself is treason
        Nine to five and for a break therè s a season.
        But I refuse to cooperate
        I retaliate.
        And in society's ass I'm a thorn
        'Cause inside I've got a storm
        that can't be constrained in a city shaped dome.
        Composta venerdì 20 marzo 2015
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          Scritta da: Zio Haus
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          Ironic Dream

          Lifè s puppeteers, whoever may they be
          are certainly fond of toying with me;
          After long searching for love,
          I found myself falling for one.
          I thought her placed wonderfully in my vision;
          of course I did, she was my own creation.
          So foolish as to think the dream real,
          now I'm even grieving in knowing her forever disappeared.
          Composta venerdì 20 marzo 2015
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