31 May 2013

quando....Когда

Quando, forse, ancor nascero’,
vorrei trovare solo una donna
di nuovo stupenda e sensibile
come te, compagna ideale




Когда, может быть, не родится свыше,
Я хочу, чтобы найти только одну женщину,
снова красивым и разумным
как ты, идеальна друга


I feel...


I feel,
in the hot wind of the summer steppe,
the scent of your kisses
and the warmth of your breath
that heaving always follows
the gallop of my horse
accompanied by hawks and eagles
in the valleys of Alatau,
while away you can hear the singer-Dombra
celebrating the love from sunrise to sunset

Sento...


Sento,
nel vento caldo della steppa estiva,
il profumo dei tuoi baci
e il tepore del tuo respiro
che ansante segue da sempre
il galoppo del mio cavallo
accompagnato da falchi ed aquile
nelle valli dell’Alatau,
mentre lontano si odono i cantor di Dombra
inneggiare all’amore dall’alba al tramonto

30 May 2013

Horses and love

I want to run in the wastelands I see through your eyes,
in the saddle of the finest horse in your country
and with it lose me
in the tundra of your love
always greener than ever



27 May 2013

Please....in respect of her...

...do not treat badly a woman....
otherwise we will have only that solitude
which will kill us....
Try to respect her, and love her
for she is,
and not for what you would like be...





Good morning to all my people!!!

I wish you the top week of job and the maximum relax once at home!

26 May 2013

Human flowers...

The difference between kiss your lips
and kiss a rose
doesn't existe
because 
your lips are the petals of the rose.....




Do not...

Do not knock at the door...
The door is always open
Do not ask to anybody where I am...
I am always near you
Do not look outside the window...
look at your back and you will see me
Do not keep silence, hoping to listen me...
I'll speack all the time you need
Do not need what is forbidden...
I am that forbidden dream you are living now




24 May 2013

for you, my World...

I am and and always I'll be in only two places.....
Here...And where you are...


23 May 2013

a Dream...


я мечтал прошлой ночью ...
в цвете и со звуком ....
с вкусами и чувствами ...
я мечтал о тебе ...


Take my hand...

Take my hand
Bring me with you
Do not leave in the end
What you want to give me new...


ТЫ


ты мое дыхание
ты мой утром при пробуждении
ты солнца, который горит и дождь, который смывает

Have a nice day, my World!





My opinion of the day


Every morning I wake up and watch the news of the night before ... I do not expect to read that Father Christmas has passed, but at least to read or hear some reassuring news, or at least not dramatic. Instead, each morning I look at the world's newspapers and I read that a woman was thrown from the window by his father, a second who was killed by her ex or that two girls were raped by 3-5 men….
Practically, a woman dies every 30 seconds-in the world-through a violent death caused between the walls of the house and a woman is raped every 24 hours by strangers. I do not understand what the male in the world is thinking.... 
Does he want to kill all women to have a single world made solely by his peers? And then what? How does he intend to breed, if it still necessary? Is not it time that the women really take serious steps to put the backs of the male gender violent against the wall?
Not all men are rapists or murderers, that's for sure, but something in actual society is not going in the right direction, if so much is happening. And I do not even seem fair that everyone is quiet pretending nothing. Would mean that everyone accepts this as fact inhuman massacre. I hope not .....

To all of you....

BUONGIORNO!
GOOD MORNING!
GOEIE MORGEN!
BUENO DIA!
BON JOUR!
DOBRAE UTRA!!!
puff.........




16 May 2013

fenomenale!!


A declaration in poetry...Tagore for you...

 I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.


(R.Tagore)


Dedicated to all of you...


For once I will not write a poem or prose, but a couple of lines dedicated to those who follow me and to whom I give you my affection and love.
For a long time I am writing to tell the world that love is beautiful and we must love to be loved. I have always dedicated words and pictures or music to all those who follow me for the sheer pleasure of communicating. Well today I want to dedicate my blog to all the people like me, who love and respect women in all possible forms, and to whom dedicated to me own freedom...
I created this blog to share with the pure form of the youth of today my experiences and my feelings, so that we can convey the web forever what I feel about for a special one, who made ​​sure that my life would open the world, really giving me an infinite love. Thanking to one of you who read me now, I feel myself like a complete man now, and I wish more people could participate in this inner well-being that a man feels, when it respects and loves his woman. So, from today, I will do the best to share with my youngers and not only, poems and music yes, but experiences als well. If someone doesn't like this....well, no problem, thanks for entering in my blog and good bye!

Grazie.
Per tutto.

Misha


11 May 2013

A poem for you, My World



You ask who between heart and soul
invented
our deep dialogues,
or from where takes beginning
the tenuous thread
of spindle or spool,
which made our carpet
in the cloth refractory 
of our dialogues,
a tumult of hopes
of an end, if anything,
more and more far away
-Misha 2013-