Daphne

Could you remember the myth of Apollo and Daphne?

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Ancora prega, che un torpore profondo pervade le sue membra, il petto morbido si fascia di fibre sottili, i capelli si allungano in fronde, le braccia in rami; i piedi, così veloci un tempo, s'inchiodano in pigre radici, il volto svanisce in una chioma: solo il suo splendore conserva. Anche così Febo l'ama e, poggiata la mano sul tronco, sente ancora trepidare il petto sotto quella nuova corteccia e, stringendo fra le braccia i suoi rami come un corpo, ne bacia il legno, ma quello ai suoi baci ancora si sottrae.
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Scarcely had she spoken, when a stiffness seized all her limbs; her bosom began to be enclosed in a tender bark; her hair became leaves; her arms became branches; her foot stuck fast in the ground, as a root; her face became a tree–top, retaining nothing of its former self but its beauty, Apollo stood amazed. He touched the stem, and felt the flesh tremble under the new bark. He embraced the branches, and lavished kisses on the wood. The branches shrank from his lips
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[If you don't, it's really a wonderfull myth and really important to me, especially the one told by Ovidio, a latin poet.
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