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Italian to English: Arcobaleno Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - Italian Poi, in un istante, tutto si vela:
la giovinezza, il gioco, l’amore…
e, piano piano, nel nulla scompare.
Di tenerezza ti resta il bisogno:
sentirti ancora protetto ed amato;
Vorresti quasi sentir lo sciacquio
del dolce liquido, il mormorio,
che già ti cullava e non eri ancora nato,
come una voce di ninna nanna,
che in un “lallallà” or si trasforma,
lento, scomposto, ma per te musicale,
che, lentamente, più in alto sale
e fà tornare per te il sereno,
formando di note un arcobaleno.
Translation - English Further on, whatever comes to reveal:
the youth, the cheerful game, the love...
and, slowly slowly, vanishes in nothing.
The tenderness you need:
to feel yourself always protected and loved;
Like a foetus in the mother’ placenta
nearly to feel the rinse
of sweetness, the murmur,
that soothed you when you were yet not born,
like a voice of lullaby
slowly, and melodious one,
like a crescendo
and, slowly, brings you away the tranquillity,
which by night turns in a rainbow.
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Years of experience: 31. Registered at ProZ.com: May 2006.
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