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...
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
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 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...
...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....
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.
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
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.
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 ...
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 ...
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