At the Cemetery

by Sandro D. Fossemò

Translated by Luca Palantrani

(Translated from Italian to English)

Old gravestones bid farewell

to wintry gloaming,

past eerie black gate

of a cemetery,

guardian of dreams and mysteries.

An Icy Kiss

by Sanrdo D. Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

In the dungeons

of the abandoned castle,

my eternal companion 

is pierced by a freezing,

 penetrating cold.

Wings in the Night

by Sanrdo D.  Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

The noble mantle of the night

envelops the moon,

shining behind the black wings

of a bat.

The Night Wind

by Sandro D. Fossemò
Translated by Luca Palantrani

(Translated from Italian to English)

Through the rustle of trees

I hear a creepy melody...

Accompanies me

along the path.

The Black Cat

by Sandro D. Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

In the forlorn darkness

of a thunderstorm,

a lightning pierces

like a spear

the heart of the night.

Dracula

by Sandro D. Fossemò

                                                 (Translated from Italian to English)

I felt the pangs for blood.

At midnight,

in nocturnal Transylvania,

I rose from the tomb.

A Magical Christmas

by Sandro D. Fossemò

Translated by Luca Palantrani

(Translated from Italian to English)

Snowmen smile in severe chill,

without the warmth from the stars.

Reindeers draw sledges by the dense ice,

without the lead of a rebel.

Christmas Emotions

by Sandro D. Fossemò

 (Translated from Italian to English)

The crib became a starry paradise,
where Jesus was born to kings’ delight.
The stable warms with me near,
where logs burn in the fireplace here.

Christmas Visions

by Sandro D. Fossemò 

                                                       (Translated from Italian to English)

The windows of a cathedral

light up with beautiful iridescent colours,

like the wings of the soul.

Christmas Eve

by Sandro D. Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

The red tent frames

the lively and vivid painting

of the Christmas landscape,

on the faintly foggy glass

of the window.

A Toast At Dawn

by Sandro D. Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

In an ancient village,

the statues and chapels

are steeped in snow.

In that white desert

blossoms a red rose.

Waiting Angel

by Sandro D. Fossemò 

(Translated by Luca Palantrani) 

(Translated from Italian to English)

Dear friend,

you must not be sad.

Do not fear death.

Smile at those tears.

Listen to the golden bells,

that play merrily from the snowy valley.

No joy is greater than Christmas.