YOU ARE MY WORLD....!
8 April 2013
I have fire in my heart
But only for you
Because you take it with you
like the souvenir of your trip
into my life
without taking attention
that my life
has to follow its heart
which is now in your hands
Thanks to exist ...
You exist for a mistery and for a mission,
You exist for giving to us the pleasure of the life
You exist for generating new life...
But I know you request comprehension
You request support
You request help
You ask love to be loved....
And here I am to give you all you request...
5 April 2013
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..
18 February 2013
Oggi compio xx anni...
Tango assassino....che la coinvolgera' in tutto....
1 February 2013
I am preparing my return to here...
16 December 2012
11 December 2012
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.
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Passo le ultime ore della giornata
guardandoti e scrivendoti,
ma per ora tu non vedi me
e non puoi scrivermi.
Passo le ore del
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
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.
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
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
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
and more I receive your presence
in my soul, in my mind, in my spirit...
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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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