Tu es my verdad...

you are like a dream...impossible to forget

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...

It is true! The life is beautiful with you!

How fine is to stay with you...

You...a woman impossible to forget...

                                      http://youtu.be/m2xG11INzXw

I forgive all your mistakes, if...

...you will dance again with me...

YOU....NOT ONLY WHAT YOU ARE...

YOU...NOT ONLY A WOMAN...NOT ONLY TANGUERA...

                                   YOU..NOT ONLY A LADY...NOT ONLY A PIANISTE..

You will be for ever like this...

Dedicated to all of women....

I'll start my activity in this blog as soon as I finish one job...

and a special thanks to....

Barbara....

For her incredible archive of Tango things!!!

Misha

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

Misha

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..

I have to find out other words to say I love you...

Oggi compio xx anni...

...e chi mi ama mi ha dedicato cose incredibili.....Per cui ora non ho scampo....la invito ad un
Tango assassino....che la coinvolgera' in tutto....

I am preparing my return to here...

After long moments of reflexion, I am back to my blog...to my people...to My World...

I have been in Siberia at -59..!!!

Russia: -41 gradi, esperimento con l'acqua calda - Video - Corriere TV

davai...davai...

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.

Passo le ultime ore della giornata

guardandoti e scrivendoti,

ma per ora tu non vedi me

e non puoi scrivermi.

Passo le ore del giorno

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 vento

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.

A love like this....

Yes......

A love so great

VOGLIO VIVERE COSI'...!!!

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.

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

Someone lost something exiting from my flat...?

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

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

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....

Dedicated to all my dancers

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

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.

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

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.

Dedicated to all Tango dancers and my students

My dear friends, I would like to invite all of you to catch thsi clip found in internet with the cooperation of my partner Mira.
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.

Violenza sulle donne. Il silenzio è rotto

Violenza sulle donne. Il silenzio è rotto

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...

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?

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 ... 

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 ....

You are always with me....

Thinking of you...sometime sad...

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 .... ...

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

I will love you always...

A Portfolio of me dedicate to my World

Verba volant, scripta manent, sed....

...Amor vincit omnia...

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......

Good morning, My World...

6 o'clock in the morning...
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...