Emilie Cerchi Nell'Acqua 2013

When summer ends and winter approaches,
beguiles Emilie with a soft voice.
She lures and calls and calls and lures.
Nectar balm spreading on your skin,
shimmering golden, iridescent reddish.
Wrap you up with her sweetness,
into a fiery patchouli cape.

Lets heat smell in swaths of the ground,
drives from the last sunbeam.
The earth still impregnated by fruits,
gives her rearguard of potential,
steaming almost, under leaf load,
and then fall completely into a cold sleep.

Comforting she takes you in her arms,
to protect you from the first frost,
lullend gar, never pressing.
Sing you a song,
of fruits, fluffy, tender and overripe.
Build a warm house of wood,
in the middle of the earth.
Takes you in and takes you away.
Drop down, step by step.

When summer ends and winter approaches,
emilie gives you her warm hand.
If it chills you in the morning,
she wraps herself around you, a warm scarf,
very homey.
Laughing, with joy she jumps through mountains of leaves,
with the sun in my heart,
and breathes it deeply in and out:
Autumn.