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.
Dedicated to all Tango dancers and my students
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.
25 November 2012
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...
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 ....
Cling close to me, so we will not have more fear ....
31 October 2012
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
26 October 2012
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......
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...
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...
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...
17 October 2012
3 October 2012
Following my sensations for my World....
1 October 2012
Good Night Princess of the Nights...
Be all the dreams full of what the best the Paradise can give to you, splendid Princess of the Night!
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...
So be the flowers talk for me, to all of you, my World...
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
One thing however I am .... Do you want to know what?
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,
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?
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
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
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
21 September 2012
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
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.
30 March 2012
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