29 March 2013
28 March 2013
27 March 2013
More and more...
More you are distant from me
and more I am near you
feeling sensations impossible to describe
More you are silent with me
and more I talk to you
understanding the impossibility to be silent like you
But your kisses are with me
while I am far from you
and you words arrive like ocean waves
to tell me you love me
in the dark and in the silence
Our dark
our silence
We together
always
26 March 2013
25 March 2013
...YOU...
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you...
with your eyes always into mine...
you...
with your hands always caressing my face...
you...
with your imagine of incredible woman...
you...
near me...always with me...
you...
One of my preferred poetry...
Distant Time
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.
I know not only why today my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.
I know not only why today my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.
Rabindranath Tagore
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to permit my World to know a real love poetry
Face To Face
Day after day, O lord of my life,
Shall I stand before thee face to face.
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
Shall I stand before thee face to face.
Under the great sky in solitude and silence,
With humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.
In this laborious world of sin, tumultuous with toil
And with struggle, among hurrying crowds
Shall I stand before thee face to face.
And when my work shall be done in this world,
O King of kings, alone and speechless
Shall I stand before thee face to face.
Rabindranath Tagore
dedicated to you, my World...
When the wind enters from the window
it seams to me it carries to me
the perfume of your skin
the perfume of you lips
and it is so fresh, this wind
that I feel around me
your arms
your hands
your words...
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20 March 2013
YOU....NOT ONLY WHAT YOU ARE...
YOU...NOT ONLY A WOMAN...NOT ONLY TANGUERA...
YOU..NOT ONLY A LADY...NOT ONLY A PIANISTE..
Thanks for friends and Annotations on my blog
Before to continue, I would like to inform all readers of my blog that every post I public containes pictures collected from internet, with ecception of those that will be covered by me to protect the original author mentioned at the margin of post.
In this posts I would like to say thank you to all my friends from tumblr.ru and Michelle Lambert from Australia, for having supported me in the search of the pictures you like to see in my pages.
A special thanks to RussMusica and my friend John Socolov, for having permitted me the posting of splendid musics
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Misha
In this posts I would like to say thank you to all my friends from tumblr.ru and Michelle Lambert from Australia, for having supported me in the search of the pictures you like to see in my pages.
A special thanks to RussMusica and my friend John Socolov, for having permitted me the posting of splendid musics
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On the way back to my people in Blog..!
I want to be back to my blog...I want to start again my conversations with my friends, and pass to all people loves the word "love" my sensations, also no more censured...And appreciate all of you need to read from me my poems or observations...
Misha, the man in love with his World..
Misha, the man in love with his World..
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