(Federico Mondelli)


When winter dazes the vernal blooms...


A frozen beauty flows 

Like a scarlet petal on the water


Fiery hair now is lying

Framing a cerulean pale face

Celestial eyes stifled to not warm

Nevermore the vesperal heart with their azure


Iced hearts

Crystallized in the eternal frost

But never fastened

By the river of forgetfulness


Wan lips to lay on to

And an ambrosia-scented breath

To inspire the sweet sleep

Of your candid nudity


"Era fredda la terra

sotto povero cielo,

era immobile e chiusa

in un torpido sogno,

come chi più non soffre

Anche il gelo era dolce 

dentro il cuore profondo"