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Mistletoe with my Foe

What if under the mistletoe

I meet my old and very foe

Should we kiss

In a single bliss

Forgetting our bitter past

In a moment that could last

Like forever

This together

Just like two peas

In a pod of peace

Melting in one soul

Forgetting it was foul

Is this the mistletoe’s power

With snow as a magic powder

But then when the kiss ends

Still touching are our hands

We look in each other’s eyes

As snow slowly turns into ice

Blown the mistletoe is by the wind away

We get unbound and nothing even say

We leave, nothing can be made

As the magic of xmas did fade


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Una Calza da Paura

Quando vidi la luna a mezzanotte

Allora le tenebre furono interrotte 

Là la vera importanza

Era la calza nella stanza

Nell’atmosfera così oscura

Poi ululò un lupo da paura 

Mi chiesi a quel punto 

Da dove fosse giunto

Fermai subito il mio passo

Quando con un tono basso

Disse, non urlare

Ti voglio solo parlare 

Di quella calza strana

Che l’oscurità brama

Dal camino si udì la voce

Di una fiamma feroce

Vidi la calza come una gabbia

Che era colma di tutta la rabbia

Delle persone, ascolta

Disse il lupo, un’altra volta

Questa calza è colma

Di ogni altrui colpa

Di parole e azioni sbagliate 

Commesse anche se vietate

Dovrei le parole pulire

O forse le persone punire

Il lupo si tolse il costume

E illuminato dal fioco lume 

Un demone malefico vidi

Mi disse, è utile che gridi

Della tua paura ho bisogno

Poi mi destai dal mio sogno 

E tutto subito ebbe senso  

Quando con orrore immenso

Vidi sulla mia calza sangue tetro

Che il mio sogno rese concreto

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A Shocking Stocking

At midnight I saw the moon

As I was entering that room

Where all that did matter

Was that stocking stuffer

It was too much dark

When the wolf did bark

It wasn’t in the garden outside

It was there by my very side

And I stopped to walk

As it started to talk

It said, do not shout

I wanna tell you about

That stocking you’re looking for

Well, it’s stuffed with lot of gore

In the fireplace made of stone

There a flame suddenly shone

I saw the stocking as a cage

That was full of people’s rage

The wolf then said, now hear

The sound surrounding here

This kind of stocking

Is just full of shocking

Bad words, angry thoughts

Of villains, don’t they ought

To clean you could now ask

The wolf dropped his mask

He looked like a devil

A shape of pure evil

He whispered, well

You walked into hell

Then I started to scream

Waking up from my dream

Everything was interlocking

As I look at my real stocking

On it some blood drops

To my dream gave props