Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8

Another attempt at my paternal tongue.

Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.

And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.

E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.

I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.

Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.

But this language pulsates to my yearning.

Ma questo linguaggio pulsa al mio desiderio.

I'll continue to grow in verse and in song.

Continuerò a crescere in versi e nel canto.

My mind and soul, a swift cog that keeps turning.

La mia mente e l'anima, un ingranaggio veloce che continua a girare.

My true self soars through traversing new dimensions,

Il mio vero io vola attraverso movimento nuove dimensioni,

Five Faces, a clown, lyrical extensions.

Cinque Volti, un pagliaccio, estensioni liriche.

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