17 August 2014
Dentro...Inside...
Sento dentro
quello che fuori non può avvenire
e allora
lascio che si rompa dentro
quello che si rompesse fuori
creerebbe danno
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I feel inside
what outside can not occur
so what
I leave it breaks in
that broke out
would create damage
me siento por dentro
lo que fuera no puede ocurrir
así que lo que
Dejo rompe en
que estalló
crearía daños
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16 August 2014
For people doesn't know Abay who was, please read here
Abay (Ibrahim) Qunanbayuli (Kazakh: Абай (Ибраһим) Құнанбайұлы) (August 10, 1845 – July 6, 1904) was a great Kazakh poet, composer and philosopher. He was also a cultural reformer toward European and Russian cultures on the basis of enlightened Islam.
Abay was born in what is today the selo of Karauyl, in Abay District, East Kazakhstan Province; the son of Qunanbay and Uljan, Qunanbay's second wife, they named him Ibrahim, but because of his brightness, he soon was given the nickname "Abay" (meaning "careful"), a name that stuck for the rest of his life. His father's economic status enabled the boy to attend a Russian school in his youth, but only after he had already spent some years studying at amadrasah under Mullah Ahmet Ryza.[citation needed] At his school in Semipalatinsk, Abay encountered the writings of Mikhail Lermontov and Alexander Pushkin.
Abay's main contribution to Kazakh culture and folklore lies in his poetry, which expresses great nationalism and grew out of Kazakh folk culture. Before him, most Kazakh poetry was oral, echoing the nomadic habits of the people of the Kazakh steppes. During Abay's lifetime, however, a number of important socio-political and socio-economic changes occurred. Russian influence continued to grow in Kazakhstan, resulting in greater educational possibilities as well as exposure to a number of different philosophies, whether Russian, Western or Asian. Abay Qunanbayuli steeped himself in the cultural and philosophical history of these newly opened geographies. In this sense, Abay's creative poetry affected the philosophical thinking of educated Kazakhs.
The leaders of the Alash Orda movement saw him as their inspiration and spiritual predecessor.
Contemporary Kazakh images of Abay generally depict him in full traditional dress holding adombra (the Kazakh national instrument). Today, Kazakhs revere Abay as one of the first folk heroes to enter into the national consciousness of his people. Almaty State University is named after Abay, so is one of the main avenues in the city of Almaty. There are also public schools with his name.
The Kazakh city of Abay is named after him.Among Abay's students was his nephew, a historian, philosopher, and poet Shakarim Qudayberdiuli (1858–1931).
Statues of him have been erected in many cities of Kazakhstan, as well as in Moscow.
A film on the life of Abay was made by Kazakhfilm in 1995, titled Abai. He is also the subject of two novels by Mukhtar Auezov, another Kazakhstani writer.
Monument to Abay at Baykonur, Kazakhstan
Abay also translated into Kazakh the works of Russian and European authors, mostly for the first time. Translations made by him include poems by Mikhail Lermontov, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Lord Byron, Ivan Krylov's Fables and Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin.
Abay's major work is The Book of Words (Kazakh: қара сөздері, Qara sözderi), a philosophic treatise and collection of poems where he encourages his fellow Kazakhs to embrace education, literacy, and good moral character in order to escape poverty, enslavement and corruption. In Word Twenty Five, he discusses the importance of Russian culture, as a way for Kazakhs to be exposed to the world's cultural treasures.
Abay in the beginning of 1900
Abay was born in what is today the selo of Karauyl, in Abay District, East Kazakhstan Province; the son of Qunanbay and Uljan, Qunanbay's second wife, they named him Ibrahim, but because of his brightness, he soon was given the nickname "Abay" (meaning "careful"), a name that stuck for the rest of his life. His father's economic status enabled the boy to attend a Russian school in his youth, but only after he had already spent some years studying at amadrasah under Mullah Ahmet Ryza.[citation needed] At his school in Semipalatinsk, Abay encountered the writings of Mikhail Lermontov and Alexander Pushkin.
Abay's main contribution to Kazakh culture and folklore lies in his poetry, which expresses great nationalism and grew out of Kazakh folk culture. Before him, most Kazakh poetry was oral, echoing the nomadic habits of the people of the Kazakh steppes. During Abay's lifetime, however, a number of important socio-political and socio-economic changes occurred. Russian influence continued to grow in Kazakhstan, resulting in greater educational possibilities as well as exposure to a number of different philosophies, whether Russian, Western or Asian. Abay Qunanbayuli steeped himself in the cultural and philosophical history of these newly opened geographies. In this sense, Abay's creative poetry affected the philosophical thinking of educated Kazakhs.
Commemorary stamp
Contemporary Kazakh images of Abay generally depict him in full traditional dress holding adombra (the Kazakh national instrument). Today, Kazakhs revere Abay as one of the first folk heroes to enter into the national consciousness of his people. Almaty State University is named after Abay, so is one of the main avenues in the city of Almaty. There are also public schools with his name.
The Kazakh city of Abay is named after him.Among Abay's students was his nephew, a historian, philosopher, and poet Shakarim Qudayberdiuli (1858–1931).
Statues of him have been erected in many cities of Kazakhstan, as well as in Moscow.
A film on the life of Abay was made by Kazakhfilm in 1995, titled Abai. He is also the subject of two novels by Mukhtar Auezov, another Kazakhstani writer.
Abay also translated into Kazakh the works of Russian and European authors, mostly for the first time. Translations made by him include poems by Mikhail Lermontov, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Lord Byron, Ivan Krylov's Fables and Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin.
Abay's major work is The Book of Words (Kazakh: қара сөздері, Qara sözderi), a philosophic treatise and collection of poems where he encourages his fellow Kazakhs to embrace education, literacy, and good moral character in order to escape poverty, enslavement and corruption. In Word Twenty Five, he discusses the importance of Russian culture, as a way for Kazakhs to be exposed to the world's cultural treasures.
from my Abay...consideration realistic..
Отчего старики живут в сагласии с молодыми, а между собой враждуют, хотя число их сверстников с каждыь днем становится все меныше?
Why do old folks live in peace with the young but constantly quarrel among themselves, even though their contemporaries grow fewer with every passing day?
Why do old folks live in peace with the young but constantly quarrel among themselves, even though their contemporaries grow fewer with every passing day?
Provate a dare una risposta...Try to give an answer...
Si puo' amare un fantasma e sentirsi da esso amati?
Is it possible to love a ghost and feel beloved by it?
12 August 2014
Night after Night
Night after night
The perfume of your presence
I capture from what of you
Remains with me,
And typing on the keyboard “good night, my love”
I try to continue the capturing of you
Until the Sun become light of the day after,
During which I close my eyes
Waiting for the next night
Now you on the way yo sleep
And as usual I am near you
To survey your dreams until
The arrival of the day
(Mikhail Lermontov-copyright@misha2014)
7 August 2014
Mina - and then and then...E poi e poi..
Adesso
arriva lui apre piano la porta
poi si butta sul letto e poi e poi
ad un tratto io sento afferrarmi le mani
le mie gambe tremare e poi e poi e poi e poi
spegne adagio la luce, la
sua bocca sul collo
ha il respiro un po' stanco
ho deciso lo mollo
ma non so se poi farlo o
lasciarlo soffrire
l'importante finire
adesso volta la faccia
questa e' l'ultima volta
che lo lascio morire e poi e
poi
ha talento da grande lui nel
fare l'amore
sa pigliare il mio cuore e
poi e poi e poi e poi
ha il volto sconvolto io gli
dico ti amo
ricomincia da capo e'
violento il respiro
io non so se restare o
rifarlo morire
l'importante
e' finire.
Now comes he opens the door quietly
then threw himself on the bed and then and then
all of a sudden I feel his hands grab
my legs shake and then and then and then and then
slowly off the light, his mouth on the neck
has the breath a bit tired I decided it soak
but I do not know if we do it or let him suffer
the important is the end
Now turn the face this is the last time
that let him die and then and then
has great talent from him in lovemaking
knows how to way to turn my heart and then and then and then and then
has the face shocked I tell you I love you
begins again is violent breath
I do not know whether to stay or die do it again
the important thing is to finish.
Abay's thinkings
Жизнь человека, его судьба, так же, как и все, что существует на свете, переменчивы. Ничему живому на земле не дано состояние покоя. Откуда же взяться постоянству чувств?
5 August 2014
Erotic poems of Apollinaire
La nudité des fleurs
La nudité des fleurs c’est leur odeur chamelle
Qui palpite et s’émeut comme un sexe femelle
Et les fleurs sans parfum sont vêtues par pudeur
Elles prévoient qu’on veut violer leur odeur
La nudité du ciel est voilée par des ailes
D’oiseaux planant d’attente émue d’amour et d’heur
La nudité des lacs frissonne aux demoiselles
Baisant d’élytres bleus leur écumeuse ardeur
La nudité des mers je l’attife de voiles
Qu’elles déchireront en gestes de rafale
Pour dévoiler au stupre aimé d’elles leurs corps
Au stupre des noyés raidis d’amour encore
Pour violer la mer vierge douce et surprise
De la rumeur des flots et des lèvres éprises
From my preferred Philosopher...Abai Kunanbaev
тот, кто живет раболепствуя, готов продать мать с отцом, родных и близких, веру и совесть роди милостивого похлопываия по плечу. иной не смотрит на то, что зад оголился, ему лишь бы заслужить одобрительную улыбку чиновника.
He who lives his life fawning and cringing will be ready to sell his mother and father; he will sell his family, his faith and conscience for the sake of a condescending pat on the back from a superior. Some fellow will bow and scrape, not caring that he shows his bare behind, and all to win an approving smile from some official..
29 July 2014
One Neruda's Poem for you, my World...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Pablo Neruda
28 July 2014
27 July 2014
26 July 2014
The Master's words-M.G.Van Tymmermann
The real enemies you can not see them and hear them, but they are always behind you or in front of you to cut your way. When you get out of the mud where they wanted you fell, and oblivion where they wanted to imprison you, you'll know to look straight in the eyes all those around you and condemn those who know your eyes will not argue, just because they know what they did to you. Who is wise not striking, with its silence condemns those who do evil out of pure jealousy. It will themselves be the cause of their black fate.
24 July 2014
Пушкин "Зимнее утро"
Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber -
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!
Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling,
The moon, as though a pale dye,
Emerged with yellow through faint clouds.
And there you sat, immersed in doubts,
And now, - just take a look outside:
The snow below the bluish skies,
Like a majestic carpet lies,
And in the light of day it shimmers.
The woods are dusky. Through the frost
The greenish fir-trees are exposed;
And under ice, a river glitters.
The room is lit with amber light.
And bursting, popping in delight
Hot stove still rattles in a fray.
While it is nice to hear its clatter,
Perhaps, we should command to saddle
A fervent mare into the sleight?
And sliding on the morning snow
Dear friend, we'll let our worries go,
And with the zealous mare we'll flee.
We'll visit empty ranges, thence,
The woods, which used to be so dense
And then the shore, so dear to me.
But you, my friend, are still in slumber -
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!
Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling,
The moon, as though a pale dye,
Emerged with yellow through faint clouds.
And there you sat, immersed in doubts,
And now, - just take a look outside:
The snow below the bluish skies,
Like a majestic carpet lies,
And in the light of day it shimmers.
The woods are dusky. Through the frost
The greenish fir-trees are exposed;
And under ice, a river glitters.
The room is lit with amber light.
And bursting, popping in delight
Hot stove still rattles in a fray.
While it is nice to hear its clatter,
Perhaps, we should command to saddle
A fervent mare into the sleight?
And sliding on the morning snow
Dear friend, we'll let our worries go,
And with the zealous mare we'll flee.
We'll visit empty ranges, thence,
The woods, which used to be so dense
And then the shore, so dear to me.
Только раз
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День
и ночь роняет сердце ласку,
День и ночь кружится голова,
День и ночь взволнованною сказкой
Мне звучат твои слова:
День и ночь кружится голова,
День и ночь взволнованною сказкой
Мне звучат твои слова:
Припев:
Только раз бывают в жизни встречи,
Только раз судьбою рвётся нить,
Только раз в холодный зимний вечер
Мне так хочется любить!
Только раз бывают в жизни встречи,
Только раз судьбою рвётся нить,
Только раз в холодный зимний вечер
Мне так хочется любить!
Тает луч пурпурного
заката,
Синевой окутаны цветы.
Где же ты, желанная когда-то,
Где, во мне будившая мечты?
Синевой окутаны цветы.
Где же ты, желанная когда-то,
Где, во мне будившая мечты?
Припев:
Только раз бывают в жизни встречи,
Только раз судьбою рвётся нить,
Только раз в холодный зимний вечерМне так хочется любить!
Только раз бывают в жизни встречи,
Только раз судьбою рвётся нить,
Только раз в холодный зимний вечерМне так хочется любить!
Это для всех моих друзей русские и казахи
с ЧБУ МАВЙМ: МАВПЧШ ЕЭЕ, ВЩФШ НПЦЕФ
ч ДХЫЕ НПЕК ХЗБУМБ ОЕ УПЧУЕН;
оП РХУФШ ПОБ ЧБУ ВПМШЫЕ ОЕ ФТЕЧПЦЙФ;
с ОЕ ИПЮХ РЕЮБМЙФШ ЧБУ ОЙЮЕН.
с ЧБУ МАВЙМ ВЕЪНПМЧОП, ВЕЪОБДЕЦОП,
фП ТПВПУФША, ФП ТЕЧОПУФША ФПНЙН;
с ЧБУ МАВЙМ ФБЛ ЙУЛТЕООП, ФБЛ ОЕЦОП,
лБЛ ДБК ЧБН ВПЗ МАВЙНПК ВЩФШ ДТХЗЙН.
I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
22 July 2014
Introduco Saffo, in Inglese...I introduce Saffo, in Italian
Desidero porre all'attenzione dei miei amici la scoperta di una nuova poesia della grande poetessa Greca Saffo. Includo la versione italiana ed inglese (tradotta da "the guardian")
Ma tu farfugli sempre che Carasso sta arrivando
con una barca piena. Queste cose, suppongo, Zeus le conosce,
e anche tutti gli altri dèi – ma tu
non devi pensare a queste cose.
Semplicemente mandami e istruiscimi
come offrire le nostre preghiere alla regina Era;
e supplica che Carasso arrivi qui, con
la sua nave intatta,
ci trovi sani e salvi. Per il resto,
affidiamoci alle stelle,
e che appaiano all’improvviso dei venti giusti
dopo le burrasche.
Quelli il cui fato il re dell’Olimpo
vuole trasformare da problemi in qualcosa di migliore
Sono molto benedetti
e fortunati senza paragoni.
Per quanto riguarda noi, se Larico alzasse mai la sua testa
e diventasse un uomo,
allora dalla sua grande afflizione
saremmo presto liberati.
Still, you keep on twittering that Charaxos
comes, his boat full. That kind of thing I reckon
Zeus and his fellow gods know; and you mustn’t
make the assumption;
rather, command me, let me be an envoy
praying intensely to the throne of Hera
who could lead him, he and his boat arriving
here, my Charaxos,
finding me safely; let us then divert all
other concerns on to the lesser spirits;
after all, after hurricanes the clear skies
rapidly follow;
and the ones whose fate the Olympian ruler
wants to transform from troubles into better –
they are much blessed, they go about rejoicing
in their good fortune.
As for me, if Larichos reaches manhood,
[if he could manage to be rich and leisured,]
he would give me, so heavy-hearted, such a
swift liberation.
21 July 2014
20 July 2014
To my Word.....
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time Yeah yeah yeah
I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
I Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
And I don't want to miss a thing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time Yeah yeah yeah
I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
I Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
And I don't want to miss a thing
Never I can forget you...in lingua italiana rimata..
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che non potrò dimenticarti mai,
dall'alba al tramonto
con la pioggia o con il vento,
nelle notti di Luna piena,
mentre scrivo con curva la schiena,
ho scoperto che la penna
con cui scrivo sei tu che non la ferma.
Alpha, Tango,Wiskey, Lima,
nulla è cambiato e ti amo più di prima.
What I feel now...in 4 languages...
Quel soffio di vento fresco
che sollevò la tua gonna,
che scompigliò i tuoi capelli,
che ti fece socchiudere gli occhi
mentre mi guardavi curiosa
sorridendomi felice...
Quel soffio di vento è lo stesso
che ora ti porta le mie parole,
i miei momenti vuoti senza te,
tutti i pensieri
che negli anni non ho potuto dirti
e che ho capito non serve
dirli ora,
che il tempo già è tiranno
portandoti lontano,
ove la gonna non si può alzare,
i capelli non si muovono,
gli occhi rimangono chiusi
e tu non sorridi più...
che sollevò la tua gonna,
che scompigliò i tuoi capelli,
che ti fece socchiudere gli occhi
mentre mi guardavi curiosa
sorridendomi felice...
Quel soffio di vento è lo stesso
che ora ti porta le mie parole,
i miei momenti vuoti senza te,
tutti i pensieri
che negli anni non ho potuto dirti
e che ho capito non serve
dirli ora,
che il tempo già è tiranno
portandoti lontano,
ove la gonna non si può alzare,
i capelli non si muovono,
gli occhi rimangono chiusi
e tu non sorridi più...
That breath of fresh wind
that lifted your skirt,
that ruffled your hair,
that made you close the eyes
while you looked at me curiously
happy smiling ...
That breath of wind is the same
which now brings my words,
my empty moments without you,
all the thoughts
that over the years I could not tell you
and I understand that does not serve
tell you now,
that time is running out already
taking you away,
and the skirt can not raise,
the hair does not move,
the eyes remain closed
and you do not smile anymore ...
that lifted your skirt,
that ruffled your hair,
that made you close the eyes
while you looked at me curiously
happy smiling ...
That breath of wind is the same
which now brings my words,
my empty moments without you,
all the thoughts
that over the years I could not tell you
and I understand that does not serve
tell you now,
that time is running out already
taking you away,
and the skirt can not raise,
the hair does not move,
the eyes remain closed
and you do not smile anymore ...
Ese aliento de viento fresco
que levantó su falda,
que rizó el pelo,
que hizo cerrar los ojos
mientras me miró con curiosidad
feliz y sonriente ...
Ese soplo de viento es el mismo
que ahora trae mis palabras,
mis momentos vacíos sin ti,
todos los pensamientos
que durante los años que no pude decirte
y entiendo que no sirve
te digo ahora,
que el tiempo se acaba ya
que le llevará lejos,
y la falda no puede aumentar,
el cabello no se mueve,
permanecen cerrados los ojos
y usted no sonríe nunca más ...
que levantó su falda,
que rizó el pelo,
que hizo cerrar los ojos
mientras me miró con curiosidad
feliz y sonriente ...
Ese soplo de viento es el mismo
que ahora trae mis palabras,
mis momentos vacíos sin ti,
todos los pensamientos
que durante los años que no pude decirte
y entiendo que no sirve
te digo ahora,
que el tiempo se acaba ya
que le llevará lejos,
y la falda no puede aumentar,
el cabello no se mueve,
permanecen cerrados los ojos
y usted no sonríe nunca más ...
Это глоток свежего ветра
что поднял юбку,
что трепал волосы,
что заставило тебя закрыть глаза
в то время как ты смотрел на меня с любопытством
счастливой улыбкой ...
Это дыхание ветра то же самое
который сейчас приносит мои слова,
мои пустые моменты без тебя,
все мысли
что за эти годы я не мог сказать вам,
и я понимаю, что не служит
теперь скажут тебе,
что время истекает уже
принимая тебя,
и юбка не может поднять,
волосы не двигается,
глаза остаются закрытыми
и ты не улыбаются больше не ...
что поднял юбку,
что трепал волосы,
что заставило тебя закрыть глаза
в то время как ты смотрел на меня с любопытством
счастливой улыбкой ...
Это дыхание ветра то же самое
который сейчас приносит мои слова,
мои пустые моменты без тебя,
все мысли
что за эти годы я не мог сказать вам,
и я понимаю, что не служит
теперь скажут тебе,
что время истекает уже
принимая тебя,
и юбка не может поднять,
волосы не двигается,
глаза остаются закрытыми
и ты не улыбаются больше не ...
16 July 2014
let me...Permettimi...
Lascia che ti guardi negli occhiper capire se io non sono più solo,
permetti alle mie sorde orecchie
di risentire la tua voce modulata, fresca e bella,
consenti ai nostri sguardi
di parlarsi tra loro come mai prima d'ora,
prendiamoci per mano uno con l'altro
per risentire il mio e il tuo calore,
al nascosto del destino infausto
che vorrebbe fossimo diversi.
to see if I am no longer alone,
let my deaf ears
to hear your voice modulated, fresh and beautiful,
Allow to our eyes
to talk to each other like never before,
join hands with one another
to be affected by mine and your warmth,
hidden to the unfortunate fate
he would like to were us different.
Позвольте мне смотреть в ваши глаза,
Чтобы увидеть, не одинок ли я?
Пусть мои немощные уши
Услышат голос ваш изменчивый, свежий и красивый,
Позвольте нашим глазам встретиться и поговорить
Друг с другом, как никогда раньше,
Взявшись за руки друг друга,
Почувтсвовать тепло тела моего и твоего,
Спрятанные в несчастных судьбах
Которые он хотел бы изменить...
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