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Con grande soddisfazione  continuo a pubblicare  le mie poesie gotiche tradotte in inglese da Luca Palantrani su  "The Stray Branch". Si tratta di un'ottima rivista americana,  fondata   e  diretta da Debbie Berk nel 2008, dedicata alla cultura dark e al fantastico in tutte le sue forme.

The Bat

by Sandro D. Fossemò

 (Translated from Italian to English) 

A demon circles above
in the howling wind.
In the blackness of the night its presence 
is menacing over the rooftops,
like the spectre of a sombre midnight.
That large bat no longer inhabits its castle.

Spectres

by Sandro D. Fossemò

                                                               (Translated from Italian to English)

A vampire disguised as an office worker has taken flight,
between the lights and the asphalt.
Recorded voices drift around simulacra,
imprisoned in luminous sepulchres.
Spectral codes and untold shadows
wandering around digital tombs.

Halloween Hell

by Sandro D. Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

Between the prongs

of my rusty pitchfork

I am dazzled

by a light as white as the sun,

in the golden twilight 

of my barn.

Halloween Night

by  Sandro D. Fossemò 

Translated by Luca Palantrani

The dead await in silence

the Hell's party! ...

The Midnight

follows thrilled,

in the city of dream.

The Scarecrow

by Sandro D. Fossemò
Translated   by   Rita Guardiani

(Translated from Italian to English)

A spirit looks after the hill

towering  the orange pumpkins.

At nightfall,

the moon is above the clouds

like a hostile planet.

Night Rain

by Sandro D. Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

The tower clock

strikes midnight,

in a wind strong enough to chase

the shadows from the walls.

The moon’s bright crescent

pierces the black clouds.

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.