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davai...davai...

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 più.

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'...!!!

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.

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

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....

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.