Cangionsi i venti
Io che cantai d'amore le gesta
   Comodo assiso sul solingo trono,
   Oggi, ahimè, canto una lirica mesta, 
   Pianto scïènte del mio abbandono.
Cangionsi i venti e fresca aura si desta, 
   O viaggio iniziato ben dieci an'ni orsono...
   Del pargoletto, ormai, cosa resta?
   Un blupillato che chiede perdono.
Che non si mendichi qui spiegatura, 
   In questi versi di quieto commiato, 
   Dell'elezione di chiuder commerci. 
Ma tu, lettor, se comprendi natura
   Ch'indusse omo a negar quel ch'è dato, 
   Canta allor meco: a mai più rivederci!
Dedicata a Milo Manara
Scritta da PornoFilo_12 (comunque dopo una sega)
And now the English translation, to make pornonauts from all over the world appreciate Italian poetry.
The winds change
I, who sang the deeds of love [pornographic love, of course]
   Comfortably seated on the lonely throne [both the "throne" where I used to masturbate and, metaphorically, my male privilege] ,
   Today, alas, I sing a sad lyric,
   The conscious cry of my abandonment [of porn] .
The winds change and a fresh air awakens,
   O journey that began ten ye'ars ago... [when I started watching porn]  
   What is left now of that ch'ild now? [I was just eleven]  
   A bluepilled guy [who doesn't believe in the male redpill theory] who asks for forgiveness. 
Do not look here for the explanation, 
   In these lines of quiet farewell, 
   Of the decision to close the business [with porn; the triplet means that the reasons for this choice are serious and sad, not suitable for a quiet poem like this one] . 
But you, reader, if you understand the nature
   That led a man to deny what he is given [free pornography and of women] , 
   Then sing with me: goodbye [porn] forever!
Dedicated to Milo Manara [Italian comic book writer and artist specialized in erotic comics; a.k.a. Maurilio Manara]
Written [and translated] by PornoFilo_12 (however after jerking off)

Cangionsi i venti
.
Io che cantai d'amore le gesta
   Comodo assiso sul solingo trono,
   Oggi, ahimè, canto una lirica mesta, 
   Pianto scïènte del mio abbandono.
.
Cangionsi i venti e fresca aura si desta, 
   O viaggio iniziato ben dieci an'ni orsono...
   Del pargoletto, ormai, cosa resta?
   Un blupillato che chiede perdono.
.
Che non si mendichi qui spiegatura, 
   In questi versi di quieto commiato, 
   Dell'elezione di chiuder commerci. 
. 
Ma tu, lettor, se comprendi natura
   Ch'indusse omo a negar quel ch'è dato, 
   Canta allor meco: a mai più rivederci!
. 
Dedicata a Milo Manara
Scritta da PornoFilo_12 (comunque dopo una sega)
. 
. 
. 
And now the English translation, to make pornonauts from all over the world appreciate Italian poetry.
. 
The winds change
. 
I, who sang the deeds of love [pornographic love, of course]
   Comfortably seated on the lonely throne [both the "throne" where I used to masturbate and, metaphorically, my male privilege] ,
   Today, alas, I sing a sad lyric,
   The conscious cry of my abandonment [of porn] .
. 
The winds change and a fresh air awakens,
   O journey that began ten ye'ars ago... [when I started watching porn]  
   What is left now of that ch'ild now? [I was just eleven]  
   A bluepilled guy [who doesn't believe in the male redpill theory] who asks for forgiveness.
. 
Do not look here for the explanation, 
   In these lines of quiet farewell, 
   Of the decision to close the business [with porn; the triplet means that the reasons for this choice are serious and sad, not suitable for a quiet poem like this one] . 
. 
But you, reader, if you understand the nature
   That led a man to deny what he is given [free pornography and of women] , 
   Then sing with me: goodbye [porn] forever!
. 
Dedicated to Milo Manara [Italian comic book writer and artist specialized in erotic comics; a.k.a. Maurilio Manara]
Written [and translated] by PornoFilo_12 (however after jerking off)

Dedicato a Luca Damiano
Scritto da PornoFilo_12 (dopo una sega)
 
Manifesto del verso (in)discreto
 
Oggidì nacque lo verso (in)discreto
   Pel verseggiare in fra plurimi versi,
   In fra quei lochi in cui ognuno è più tetro
   E ch'a un sol tempo fan tutti più tersi.
 
"Sporca ammucchiata! Annegata in un metro"
   "Sessi meticci e feticci perversi"
   "Obesa in attesa sorpresa da dietro"
   "Purtroppo ad Est son troppo estroversi"
 
Bah... manifesto, tal mezzo sonetto?!
   Sì, ché c'insegna al discreto per modo
   Ad accordar l'indiscreto del mezzo:
 
Abituar la poesia al diletto!
   Ch'è poi, appo Eros, Erato al rapsodo?
   D'uno triviale, un più lieto intermezzo.
 
 
 
And now the English translation, to make pornonauts from all over the world appreciate Italian poetry.
N.B. This is a sense-for-sense translation and a paraphrase; all poetry no longer makes sense in another language. To be understood, you should know that, as an Italian translator on PornHub, I always propose translations of porn titles in hendecasyllables and possibly with “discrete” internal rhymes. Sorry for this but English sucks :/
 
Dedicated to Luca Damiano [Italian film and porn-in-ryme director; a.k.a. Franco Lo Cascio]
Written [and translated… I repeat, just to be understood, way better in Italian] by PornoFilo_12 (after jerking off)
 
Manifesto of the (in)discreet verse
 
Today the (in)discreet verse was born
   to versify [poetry] between multiple [honry] verses,
   among those sites where everyone is more dreary
   and, at the same time, that make feel everyone clearer.
 
"Dirty orgy! She is drowned from one meter [of dicks] "
   "Mixed sexes and perverted fetishes"
   "A pregnant obese woman is surprise from behind"
   "Unfortunately in the East they are too extroverts"
 
Bah ... Is this a manifest, this half sonnet?!
   Yes, because it teaches us to join
   discreet ways and indiscreet means:
 
Get used to poetry when you delight!
   What is, compared to Eros, Erato [the greek Muse of love poetry] for a rhapsode?
   She [poetry]  is an happier interlude compared to a vulgar one [sex and porn] .