Let's dream...Da, sognamo...

C'è qualcuno che nel mondo può permettersi forse solo una notte d'amore con una più che normale donna, e sperare che possa sussistere un amore per il futuro.
Ma c'è tuttavia l'opposto, uomini ricchissimi che possono permettersi giorni e notti in alberghi lussuosi con le più belle donne del mondo, e senza porsi la domanda del domani che cosa farò. Anche sognare, però, non è male, fa bene alla fantasia, ci si sveglia al mattino un poco migliori. Allora sognate con me, in questo albergo....

Is there someone in the world who can afford maybe just a night of love with a woman more than normal, and hope that there might be a love for the future.
But there is however the opposite, very rich men who can afford days and nights in luxurious hotels with the most beautiful women in the world, and without asking the question of what I will do tomorrow. Even dreaming, however, is not bad, it's good to fantasy, you wake up in the morning a little better. So dream with me in this hotel ....

Abay thinking

А оттого все, что у казаха нет большего враго, чем другой казах. Бурно восторгаясь по ничтожнеймешму поводу, один старается своей радостью досадить другому, породить в нем зависть.

By going into raptures for the most trifling cause, he wants to annoy his neighbour and make him envious. Truly, tha Kazakh has no worst enemy than another Kazakh!

La musica di lui, Ennio, il migliore compositore di musica per film... His music, Ennio, the real big sound track compositor....

When the lights go down and the movie begins, the movie you see is ours, of our life, which flows in a heartbeat, just like the film in a film flowing in the projection machine. And when the film ends, strange, the music continues, as if to indicate that life will prepare another movie to see...

Quando si spengono le luci del cinema ed inizia il film, quel film che vedi è il nostro, quello della nostra vita, che scorre in un baleno, proprio come la pellicola di un film scorre nella macchina di proiezione. E quando il film termina, per strano, la musica continua, come per indicare che la vita preparerà un altro film da visionare

Un sogno...una immaginazione erotica...A dream...An erotic immagination...

Ecco, io vorrei portarti qui una notte, in questo hotel, in questa esclusiva camera sotto l'acqua, illuminata come in un sogno. Frutta sul tavolinetto in vetro,profumo di acqua marina attorno.
Ti potresti togliere gli abiti uno alla volta e appoggiare ciascuno di essi su ogni cuscinone azzurro che vedi qui, sino ad arrivare nuda come uno dei pesci che volteggiano sopra di noi, sull'alcova dell'amore, ove impiegherei tutta la notte per permetterti di godere dei mie piaceri solo all'alba, sfinita dalle belezze attorno a te.

Here, I would like to bring you one night in this hotel, in this exclusive room under the water, lit up like a dream. Fruit on the coffee table in glass, the scent of sea water around.

You could remove the clothes, one by one and put each of them on each pillow blue you see here, until you get naked as one of the fish circling above us, an alcove of love, where would take me all night to allow you to My only enjoy the pleasures of dawn, exhausted by the beauties around you.

Aquí, me gustaría traerle aquí una noche en este hotel, esta habitación exclusiva bajo el agua, iluminado como un sueño. Fruta en la mesa de café en el vidrio, el olor de agua de mar alrededor. 

Usted podría quitar la ropa una por una y poner cada uno de ellos en cada pillowy azul que se ve aquí, hasta llegar desnudo como uno de los peces dando vueltas por encima de nosotros, sull'alcova de amor, donde me llevaría toda la noche para permitir que usted Mi única disfrutar de los placeres de la madrugada, agotados por las bellezas que le rodean.

Cosi' va la vita....Вот как бывает в жизни...

Mia vita - You my life - Tu mi vida

Te he llamado por teléfono,

para escuchar una vez más

el sonido de la corriente de la montaña

de la que bebí todos los días, todas las noches.

Le pregunté a una de tus fotos,

para limpiarme los ojos _

mirarte dentro y por fuera

te ves como un icono religioso.

Y me senté en un banco,

esperando tu signo,

que puede revivir el alma.

I called you on the phone, 

to hear once more 

the sound of the mountain stream 

from which I drank every day, every night. 

I asked one of your photos, 

for _ cleaning the eyes 

looking at you inside and outside 

watching like a religious icon. 

And I sat on a bench, 

waiting for your sign, 

that can revive my soul.

Ti ho chiamata al telefono,

per sentire una volta ancora

il rumore del ruscello montano

dal quale bevevo ogni giorno, ogni notte.

Ti ho chiesto una tua foto,

per lucidarmi gli occhi

guardandoti dentro e fuori

come si guarda una icona religiosa.

E mi sono seduto su una panca,

aspettando un tuo segno,

che possa rianimarmi l'anima.

А.С.Пушкин "Я Вас люблю, хоть я бешусь..."

yes...tell my why..

Dentro...Inside...

Sento dentro

quello che fuori non può avvenire

e allora

lascio che si rompa dentro

quello che si rompesse fuori

creerebbe danno

I feel inside 

what outside can not occur 

so what 

I leave it breaks in 

that broke out 

would create damage

me siento por dentro 

lo que fuera no puede ocurrir 

así que lo que 

Dejo rompe en 

que estalló 

crearía daños

For people doesn't know Abay who was, please read here

Abay (Ibrahim) Qunanbayuli (Kazakh: Абай (Ибраһим) Құнанбайұлы) (August 10, 1845 – July 6, 1904) was a great Kazakh poet, composer and philosopher. He was also a cultural reformer toward European and Russian cultures on the basis of enlightened Islam. 

Abay in the beginning of 1900

Abay was born in what is today the selo of Karauyl, in Abay District, East Kazakhstan Province; the son of Qunanbay and Uljan, Qunanbay's second wife, they named him Ibrahim, but because of his brightness, he soon was given the nickname "Abay" (meaning "careful"), a name that stuck for the rest of his life. His father's economic status enabled the boy to attend a Russian school in his youth, but only after he had already spent some years studying at amadrasah under Mullah Ahmet Ryza.[citation needed] At his school in Semipalatinsk, Abay encountered the writings of Mikhail Lermontov and Alexander Pushkin.

Abay's main contribution to Kazakh culture and folklore lies in his poetry, which expresses great nationalism and grew out of Kazakh folk culture. Before him, most Kazakh poetry was oral, echoing the nomadic habits of the people of the Kazakh steppes. During Abay's lifetime, however, a number of important socio-political and socio-economic changes occurred. Russian influence continued to grow in Kazakhstan, resulting in greater educational possibilities as well as exposure to a number of different philosophies, whether Russian, Western or Asian. Abay Qunanbayuli steeped himself in the cultural and philosophical history of these newly opened geographies. In this sense, Abay's creative poetry affected the philosophical thinking of educated Kazakhs.

Commemorary stamp

The leaders of the Alash Orda movement saw him as their inspiration and spiritual predecessor.
Contemporary Kazakh images of Abay generally depict him in full traditional dress holding adombra (the Kazakh national instrument). Today, Kazakhs revere Abay as one of the first folk heroes to enter into the national consciousness of his people. Almaty State University is named after Abay, so is one of the main avenues in the city of Almaty. There are also public schools with his name.
The Kazakh city of Abay is named after him.Among Abay's students was his nephew, a historian, philosopher, and poet Shakarim Qudayberdiuli (1858–1931).
Statues of him have been erected in many cities of Kazakhstan, as well as in Moscow.
A film on the life of Abay was made by Kazakhfilm in 1995, titled Abai. He is also the subject of two novels by Mukhtar Auezov, another Kazakhstani writer. 

                                  Monument to Abay at Baykonur, Kazakhstan

Abay also translated into Kazakh the works of Russian and European authors, mostly for the first time. Translations made by him include poems by Mikhail Lermontov, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Lord Byron, Ivan Krylov's Fables and Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin.
Abay's major work is The Book of Words (Kazakh: қара сөздері, Qara sözderi), a philosophic treatise and collection of poems where he encourages his fellow Kazakhs to embrace education, literacy, and good moral character in order to escape poverty, enslavement and corruption. In Word Twenty Five, he discusses the importance of Russian culture, as a way for Kazakhs to be exposed to the world's cultural treasures.

from my Abay...consideration realistic..

Отчего старики живут в сагласии с молодыми, а между собой враждуют, хотя число их сверстников с каждыь днем становится все меныше?

Why do old folks live in peace with the young but constantly quarrel among themselves, even though their contemporaries grow fewer with every passing day?

Provate a dare una risposta...Try to give an answer...

Si puo' amare un fantasma e sentirsi da esso amati?

Is it possible to love a ghost and feel beloved by it?

Night after Night

Night after night

The perfume of your presence

I capture from what of you

Remains with me,

And typing on the keyboard “good night, my love”

I try to continue the capturing of you

Until the Sun become light of the day after,

During which I close my eyes

Waiting for the next night

Now you on the way yo sleep

And as usual I am near you

To survey your dreams until

The arrival of the day

(Mikhail Lermontov-copyright@misha2014)

Mujere Entera - una poesia di S.I.Nicolini letta da me, Misha

Mina - and then and then...E poi e poi..

Adesso arriva lui apre piano la porta

poi si butta sul letto e poi e poi

ad un tratto io sento afferrarmi le mani

le mie gambe tremare e poi e poi e poi e poi

spegne adagio la luce, la sua bocca sul collo

ha il respiro un po' stanco ho deciso lo mollo

ma non so se poi farlo o lasciarlo soffrire

l'importante finire

adesso volta la faccia questa e' l'ultima volta

che lo lascio morire e poi e poi

ha talento da grande lui nel fare l'amore

sa pigliare il mio cuore e poi e poi e poi e poi

ha il volto sconvolto io gli dico ti amo

ricomincia da capo e' violento il respiro

io non so se restare o rifarlo morire

l'importante e' finire.

Now comes he opens the door quietly

then threw himself on the bed and then and then

all of a sudden I feel his hands grab

my legs shake and then and then and then and then

slowly off the light, his mouth on the neck

has the breath a bit tired I decided it soak

but I do not know if we do it or let him suffer

the important is the end

Now turn the face this is the last time

that let him die and then and then

has great talent from him in lovemaking

knows how to way to turn my heart and then and then and then and then

has the face shocked I tell you I love you

begins again is violent breath

I do not know whether to stay or die do it again

the important thing is to finish.

Adriano Celentano & Mina - Acqua e Sale

per averti - adriano celentano

Love by Khalil Gibran - Poetic Essay

The Boxtrolls Official Spanish Trailer (2014) - Simon Pegg Movie HD

Art..sculpture...to say always " I love you"

Abay's thinkings

Like everything else in this world, man's life and his destiny are subject to change. No leaving creature on earth can remain quiescent. So where could the constancy of feeling come from?

Жизнь человека, его судьба, так же, как и все, что существует на свете, переменчивы. Ничему живому на земле не дано состояние покоя. Откуда же взяться постоянству чувств?

Touch Me -The night is on the way...15 minutes of sensual music...

Some good music for you, my friends

Erotic poems of Apollinaire

 La nudité des fleurs

La nudité des fleurs c’est leur odeur chamelle

Qui palpite et s’émeut comme un sexe femelle

Et les fleurs sans parfum sont vêtues par pudeur

Elles prévoient qu’on veut violer leur odeur

La nudité du ciel est voilée par des ailes

D’oiseaux planant d’attente émue d’amour et d’heur

La nudité des lacs frissonne aux demoiselles

Baisant d’élytres bleus leur écumeuse ardeur

La nudité des mers je l’attife de voiles

Qu’elles déchireront en gestes de rafale

Pour dévoiler au stupre aimé d’elles leurs corps

Au stupre des noyés raidis d’amour encore

Pour violer la mer vierge douce et surprise

De la rumeur des flots et des lèvres éprises

Dedicated to all girls ready to be married and to a special one...

Having love for music, look what it is possible!

Norvegia, giovane batterista strega i passanti con un'esibizione incredi...

Bond - Victory Dedicated to all my friends of South America and not only!

From my preferred Philosopher...Abai Kunanbaev

тот, кто живет раболепствуя, готов продать мать с отцом, родных и близких, веру и совесть роди милостивого похлопываия по плечу. иной не смотрит на то, что зад оголился, ему лишь бы заслужить одобрительную улыбку чиновника.

He who lives his life fawning and cringing will be ready to sell his mother and father; he will sell his family, his faith and conscience for the sake of a condescending pat on the back from a superior. Some fellow will bow and scrape, not caring that he shows his bare behind, and all to win an approving smile from some official..

One Neruda's Poem for you, my World...

Tonight I Can Write 
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. 
Write, for example, "The night is starry 
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance." 
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. 
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. 
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. 
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. 
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. 
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. 
How could one not have loved her great still eyes. 
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. 
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. 
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. 
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. 
What does it matter that my love could not keep her. 
The night is starry and she is not with me. 
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. 
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. 
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. 
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. 
The same night whitening the same trees. 
We, of that time, are no longer the same. 
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. 
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. 
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. 
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. 
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. 
Love is so short, forgetting is so long. 
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms 
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. 
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer 
and these the last verses that I write for her. 

Pablo Neruda

Blank & Jones - I love you (With Mike Francis )

Apologize Langsamer Walzer by Piano - Langsamer Walzer

Scene From Faust - A.S. Pushkin - translated by Alan Shaw

М.Ю. Лермонтов «Мцыри» (фрагмент видеофильма)

''Валерик'' (М.Ю. Лермонтов, читает Сергей Безруков)

Слышишь это я

The Master's words-M.G.Van Tymmermann

I veri nemici tu non li vedi e non li senti, ma sono sempre dietro di te o davanti a te, per tagliarti la strada. Quando uscirai dal fango dove essi volevano tu cadessi, e dall'oblio dove essi volevano imprigionarti, saprai guardare fisso negli occhi tutti coloro che ti circondano e saprai condannare quelli che il tuo sguardo non sapranno sostenere, proprio perchè sanno cosa hanno fatto per te. Chi è saggio non colpisce, condanna con il suo silenzio coloro che del male fanno per pura gelosia. E saranno loro stessi la causa del loro nero destino.

The real enemies you can not see them and hear them, but they are always behind you or in front of you to cut your way. When you get out of the mud where they wanted you fell, and oblivion where they wanted to imprison you, you'll know to look straight in the eyes all those around you and condemn those who know your eyes will not argue, just because they know what they did to you. Who is wise not striking, with its silence condemns those who do evil out of pure jealousy. It will themselves be the cause of their black fate.

Era - After Thousand Words-dedicated to all my brothers and sisters of all religions

Я СКУЧАЮ ПО ТЕБЕ-Спокойной ночи

Пушкин "Зимнее утро"

Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber -
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!

Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling,
The moon, as though a pale dye,
Emerged with yellow through faint clouds.
And there you sat, immersed in doubts,
And now, - just take a look outside:

The snow below the bluish skies,
Like a majestic carpet lies,
And in the light of day it shimmers.
The woods are dusky. Through the frost
The greenish fir-trees are exposed;
And under ice, a river glitters.

The room is lit with amber light.
And bursting, popping in delight
Hot stove still rattles in a fray.
While it is nice to hear its clatter,
Perhaps, we should command to saddle
A fervent mare into the sleight?

And sliding on the morning snow
Dear friend, we'll let our worries go,
And with the zealous mare we'll flee.
We'll visit empty ranges, thence,
The woods, which used to be so dense
And then the shore, so dear to me.

Только раз

День и ночь роняет сердце ласку,
День и ночь кружится голова,
День и ночь взволнованною сказкой
Мне звучат твои слова:

Припев:
Только раз бывают в жизни встречи,
Только раз судьбою рвётся нить,
Только раз в холодный зимний вечер
Мне так хочется любить!

Тает луч пурпурного заката,
Синевой окутаны цветы.
Где же ты, желанная когда-то,
Где, во мне будившая мечты?

Припев:
Только раз бывают в жизни встречи,
Только раз судьбою рвётся нить,
Только раз в холодный зимний вечерМне так хочется любить!

Это для всех моих друзей русские и казахи

с ЧБУ МАВЙМ: МАВПЧШ ЕЭЕ, ВЩФШ НПЦЕФ
ч ДХЫЕ НПЕК ХЗБУМБ ОЕ УПЧУЕН;
оП РХУФШ ПОБ ЧБУ ВПМШЫЕ ОЕ ФТЕЧПЦЙФ;
с ОЕ ИПЮХ РЕЮБМЙФШ ЧБУ ОЙЮЕН.
с ЧБУ МАВЙМ ВЕЪНПМЧОП, ВЕЪОБДЕЦОП,
фП ТПВПУФША, ФП ТЕЧОПУФША ФПНЙН;
с ЧБУ МАВЙМ ФБЛ ЙУЛТЕООП, ФБЛ ОЕЦОП,
лБЛ ДБК ЧБН ВПЗ МАВЙНПК ВЩФШ ДТХЗЙН.

I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.

Introduco Saffo, in Inglese...I introduce Saffo, in Italian

Desidero porre all'attenzione dei miei amici la scoperta di una nuova poesia della grande poetessa Greca Saffo. Includo la versione italiana ed inglese (tradotta da "the guardian")

Ma tu farfugli sempre che Carasso sta arrivando
con una barca piena. Queste cose, suppongo, Zeus le conosce,
e anche tutti gli altri dèi – ma tu
non devi pensare a queste cose.
Semplicemente mandami e istruiscimi
come offrire le nostre preghiere alla regina Era;
e supplica che Carasso arrivi qui, con
la sua nave intatta,
ci trovi sani e salvi. Per il resto,
affidiamoci alle stelle,
e che appaiano all’improvviso dei venti giusti
dopo le burrasche.

Quelli il cui fato il re dell’Olimpo
vuole trasformare da problemi in qualcosa di migliore
Sono molto benedetti
e fortunati senza paragoni.
Per quanto riguarda noi, se Larico alzasse mai la sua testa
e diventasse un uomo,
allora dalla sua grande afflizione
saremmo presto liberati.

Still, you keep on twittering that Charaxos

comes, his boat full. That kind of thing I reckon

Zeus and his fellow gods know; and you mustn’t

make the assumption;

rather, command me, let me be an envoy

praying intensely to the throne of Hera

who could lead him, he and his boat arriving

here, my Charaxos,

finding me safely; let us then divert all

other concerns on to the lesser spirits;

after all, after hurricanes the clear skies

rapidly follow;

and the ones whose fate the Olympian ruler

wants to transform from troubles into better –

they are much blessed, they go about rejoicing

in their good fortune.

As for me, if Larichos reaches manhood,

[if he could manage to be rich and leisured,]

he would give me, so heavy-hearted, such a

swift liberation. 

Anais Nin thinking....Wonderful writer..

Anais Nin - The poetry of sex and love

“I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.”
 

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