7 December 2012

Hours of the days


I spend the last hours of the day
watching you and writing to you,
but for now you can not see me
and you can not write.
I spend the time of day
speaking to you in any language,
but you can not talk to me.
I spend the holidays
thinking and needing of you,
but I realize I'm alone
and then look forward to
the night time,
to start all over again
falling in love with you always more.


Passo le ultime ore della giornata
guardandoti e scrivendoti,
ma per ora tu non vedi me
e non puoi scrivermi.
Passo le ore del giorno
parlandoti in ogni idioma,
ma tu non mi puoi parlare.
Passo i giorni di festa
pensandoti e desiderandoti
ma mi accorgo di essere solo
ed allora aspetto con ansia
l'ora notturna,
per ricominciare daccapo tutto
innamorandomi di te sempre di piĆ¹.


My Angel


Ho seguito l’istinto per arrivare a te,
Trovando la strada dopo tante traversie.
Ho seguito il mio cuore
Per trasformare il mio carattere
In qualcosa che fosse irripetibile.
Ho seguito le tue parole
Per rivestire le mie nudita’
Con seta preziosa.
Ho ascoltato I tuoi pensieri
Per diventare la persona piu’ ricercata
Ho pensato a te,
Per diventare un uomo buono e sincero.
Ho preso la direzione del vento
Per trovarti seduta su un monte.
Ho piegato in basso le ali
E ho deciso di non volare piu’
Senza di te.
Ho pulito le tue ali con le mie
Ho scaldato il tuo cuore
Con il mio cinguettare.
Insieme stiamo aspettando l’alba
Per tornare a volare tra monti e valli.
Insieme,
sempre,
io e te,
Angelo mio.




I followed my instinct to reach you,
Finding the road after so many misfortunes.
I followed my heart
To transform my character
In something that was unique.
I followed your words
To cover my nakedness
With rare silk.
I listened to your thoughts
To become the most sought after.
I thought of you,
To become a good man and true.
I took the wind direction
To find you sitting on a mountain.
I folded down the wings
And I decided not to fly more
Without you.
I cleaned your wings with mine
I warmed your heart
With my singing.
Together we are waiting for the sunrise
To return to fly between mountains and valleys.
Together,
Forever,
You and I,
My angel.



Hours for you


I spend the last hours of the day
watching you and writing to you,
but for now you can not see me
and you can not write.
I spend the time of day
speaking to you in any language,
but you can not talk to me.
I spend the holidays
thinking and needing of you,
but I realize I'm alone
and then look forward to
the night time,
to start all over again
falling in love with you always more.


A love like this....

Yes......
A love so great

VOGLIO VIVERE COSI'...!!!


6 December 2012

Albatros

Quale anima al vento,
seguo le correnti che possano 
portarmi da te, colando 
come un albatros
che solitario varca gli oceani.
As the soul in the wind,
I follow the currents that can
take me to you, flying
as an albatross
that solitary crossing the oceans.




5 December 2012

You and I....


I did not know who you were,
I do not know who you are,
I will not know who you will be.

I did not understand what I was doing,
I do not understand what I'm doing,
I shall not understand what I'll be doing.

But I loved you as always,
as I have loved you I love you and I will love you,
for what we were,
for what we are,
for what we will be.

Ourselves,
like twins.
Like two lovers,
As a only thing
One love
You and I





4 December 2012

Someone lost something exiting from my flat...?


To all my wonderful friends...

I am observing that a lot of friends are following me, in this blog and I am really very happy for this.
But please, give to me also some opinion or suggestion or critic about what I publish...Just to verify that what I do is good for everybody.
A simple comment will be more the accepted with gratitude for what I am doing...

Hugs and Kisses

Misha


you, my World...

...more you are far from me 
and more I receive your presence 
in my soul, in my mind, in my spirit...
...because your dance,
your moving around me 
fulfilled in any moment 
my poor existance

Se mai un giorno il silenzio scendesse tra noi,
Se mai un giorno la luce del sole si oscurasse per le nubi,
Se mai un giorno nel cielo notturno le stelle non splendessero piu',
Se mai un giorno il tuo sguardo dovesse abbassarsi,
Io cesserei di di dare il pane agli uccelli,
Di dare da bere agli assetati,
Di sfamare un povero,
Di accudire un malato,
Di dare una carezza ad un bimbo,
Perche' piano piano le mie mani si fermerebbero,
Le mie gambe non reggerebbero,
La mia mente si offuscherebbe,
Il mio Io si spegnerebbe,
Per poter essere dimenticato
senza rimpianto
e pianto senza dolore....



2 December 2012

Dedicated to all my dancers


I write..yes...I write...

I write ...
Because writing is so good
I write, to let you know that I am here me too
I write to communicate in the languages I know
to let people know what I think
I write because I love
I write ...
someone will read
will understand
will answer
If nobody will answer
I shall still write to it
until the end of one of us…
the silence was, is and still remains the same,
while the writing had a beginning, and will never end
until an human will exists




se penso scrivo cio' che sento

Il senso della vita lo si trova tra le mani di chi sa cosa la vita sia; nulla puo’ avere senso se non si ha una meta fissata, uno scopo da raggiungere. Che senso ha vivere senza uno scopo?

E se la meta o lo scopo non si raggiunge, il motiv
o e’ da cercare in noi stessi,
che abbiamo perduto il senso della ragione abbandonando gli schemi che ci avrebbero portato a questa meta.

Non si deve perdere mai il senso della ragione, ne’ ci si deve distrarre se si vuole raggiungere uno scopo.

Misha.


When I think I write what I feel

The meaning of life is to be found in the hands of those who know what life is, nothing makes sense unless you have set a goal, a purpose to be achieved. What the meaning of life without a purpose?

And if the goal or purpose is not achieve
d, the reason is to be found in ourselves,
we have lost the sense of reason abandoning the patterns that would lead us to this goal.

You should not ever lose your sense of reason, no one should distracted if you want to achieve a goal

Misha.

Dedicated to all Tango dancers and my students

My dear friends, I would like to invite all of you to catch thsi clip found in internet with the cooperation of my partner Mira.
This clip, realized in Netherlands, second Country in Europe for number of Tango dancers, shows very well the contest of Tango world, including an initial rude form. But, as you can see in the film, the world of Tango is a special one: one for everybody and everybody for one... I need you observations after the catching.

Misha.

7 November 2012

You...me...Tango...and nothing else around...

Light for my eyes
floor for my shoes
music for us
you for me...
In a Tango this night...


3 November 2012

Where is my Nirvana?

where are you now?
where is your smile? 
where are your words short but deep?
where are your caresses, your hugs strong and  perfumed?
why so difficult to arrive to you, my Nirvana?


2 November 2012

Thinking to you very shortely

I want to feel again the smell of moss and herbs of campaign that you exhale , when you search me in the moonless nights, when your period is coming and  keep your soul close to me in an hug asking protection ... 







1 November 2012

Alongside the river


it's late in the evening, few cars around, not very cold.
I'm alone and walking along the river.
occasional bored couple walking hand in hand.
I sit on the wall that separates me from the river bank ,
and I observe the reflection of the moon on the water of the river.
I'm alone, and I do not want to think ... I let the mind free of all thoughts
the water flows slowly, like time goes slow when you're not there ...





Probably I love too much...

Stringiti forte a me, cosi' non avremo piu' paura....
Cling close to me, so we will not have more fear ....

You are always with me....

28 October 2012

Tell me a story....

Lying on the bed, 
I look at you getting ready for the night ...
It is already late ... 
I prepared something to drink ...
You are anywhere in the house 

preparing your stuff ...
You look at me smiling, 

probably imagining something ..
but I ask you to

"tell me a story, that one you want .."
I am lying at you next, 
waiting for your hand in my hair
and for what you want to talk to me .... ...




27 October 2012

The wind on the river (translation)


In the wind that ruffles my hair
I feel the smell of your breasts
as well as I feel like eating in the pomegranate
the taste of your kisses
while I am watching the river water flow running
as they were your hands on me


Il vento del fiume


Nel vento che mi scompiglia i capelli
sento il profumo del tuo seno
cosi' come sento nel melograno che mangio
il sapore dei tuoi baci
mentre guardo l'acqua del fiume scorrere
come fossero le tue mani su di me


I will love you always...

25 October 2012

The cyrcle of my time...

I have opened a book, 
to read without thinking to you.
But the words written in the book
were connected to your personality.
I closed the book and opened the window
But the wind moved in the air 
parfumes connected with you.
So I decided to exit
walking somewhere
But the water of the river told me about you.
I seatted at the site of river
to listen your voice.
And I happy now
because I'll can read the book tonight
without thinking to you
for opening the window
to go on the river
until you will be back......


Good morning, My World...

6 o'clock in the morning...
The light of my Sun paints the sky in red...
nobody around...

I'm running alongside the Ural river...
The town lights are on the way to switch-off...
I stop my running on the bridge, to observe the silent water pass below me and I look far away...
My World still sleeping, I have to prepare the day for it...



3 October 2012

30 September 2012

Talking as flowers? YES!

How possible to talk better than a flower? 
So be the flowers talk for me, to all of you, my World...
World full of these splendid words called roses, gyachintes, callas....
World full of music which inspires the pleasure to live this life, sometime difficult...

Me...

If I could be a painter,
I could paint a picture portraying your body, 
but then I lose the oblivion of what you really are ...

If I could be a poet,

I would write epics in which you'd be the heroine,
but in the end you receive from me only
 sms ...

If I were a composer, 


I would ike to compose the most beautiful symphony of the world 
and the story just for you, 

but in the end I send to you only clips copied from youtube ...



One thing however I am .... Do you want to know what?






You are my heaven.....and probably you do not know...

Thinking...with or without love...

If you will feel, in a disko club, the presence of your him/her
 between the people and the elevated sound of music,
it means that you love him/her as never can be possible, 
and you can dance without limits...

but if you feel no presence 

around you, in the same situation,
it means you do not think to him/her at all,
and the dancing provoques pain...


because love does not recognise limit....

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA




12 September 2012

Dopo un lungo periodo di transizione, nel quale ho dovuto superare molte difficolta', rieccomi alla finestra del mio balcone, con la luce del sole che tramonta, pronto a intrattenere tutti/tutte coloro che ancora mi seguono con piacere. Non me ne vogliate, di tanto mio silenzio, il periodo e' stato difficile ma ora tutto si e' risolto.
Vi penso con affetto.
Misha


After a long period of transition, in which I had to overcome many difficulties, I'm back to my balcony window, with the light of the setting sun, ready to entertain  all of those who still follow me with pleasure. Please forgive me for so long time silence, the period was hard but now everything has been resolved.
I think of you with affection.
Misha