Amar...Mucho? (version in Spanish)

Yo amé tanto en mi vida, por lo tanto. Yo amé unas pocas mujeres, pero a mi manera yo les encantó a todos, recibiendo de ellos sólo unos caricias, algunas buenas palabras, con un par de ellos también algo más afecto o la hora del amor físico, que rescontre, con la tiempo, siendo la actuación pura, acto convencional de permitir que las mujeres de ser amado y deseado, sin tener que hacer aparte de un poco de sexo tiempo trivial nada.

Yo amé a mi manera, pero no como uno ama un instrumento musical u objeto antiguo: yo amaba con el corazón y el cerebro, hasta el límite máximo, sobre todo con uno de ellos. A menudo he escuchado críticas a este camino del amor, en el que es evidente que iba a ser un gran joder con tu cerebro y no con el sexo. Desafortunadamente, la Madre Naturaleza no me dio con unos centímetros más de altura (y no hubiera sido bueno) e incluso un órgano reproductor adecuado para satisfacer adequadamente el desove de algunas mujeres calientes.

Por desgracia, yo soy lo que ves, y nada más, junto con el drama de nunca haber sido amados correctamente de la madre biológica, y después de muchos años estas discrepancias con la sensación normal de vida, acusar, hacerte sentir diferente, más aislado por otros que los que no tienen nancy por la Naturaleza. He pensado a menudo en términos juicios destructivos mujeres libres contra ciertos hombres: por lo tanto, si un hombre no es rico, alto, guapo y con Walter largo y duro que dura más de dos horas, lo que se debe hacer? Suicidarse? Desaparecerá de la Tierra? Aislarse? Sólo tienes que ir a las prostitutas?

Una fortuna que he tenido: la Madre Naturaleza y la vida me enseñó, día a día, hora a hora, de amar y de superar todas las dificultades, incluso cuando yo estaba diciendo "No sé mucho contenido, sexualmente, pero desde propósitos bien con el cerebro podrían posiblemente estar contigo ".

Yo amé, me dije, por lo tanto, pero nunca con uno de ellos, que en realidad es mi todo dio, tanto a nivel psicológico y práctico, emocional. Amar significa dar de sí mismos sin pedir nada, dicen, y es verdad. Pero el axioma También se dice que el amor es estar en dos, y luego se convierte en la búsqueda de que amas y que reciba todas las cosas buenas. Todo se vuelve muy, muy difícil, sin embargo, si el amor es sólo uno de los dos, mientras que el otro acepta de buen grado, pero mantiene un bajo nivel constante de respuesta por temor a tener una audiencia responsabilidades mañana no intencionado o se ven. Aquí, en la mayoría de las mujeres con mí fue siempre así, incluyendo a mi madre. Bajo nivel, nunca nada más, ni siquiera preguntar.

Durante años me pregunté "¿por qué '", luego vino de repente "ella", el monstruo, la musa, la mujer por excelencia, la abeja reina, la Mantis, el Santo, la muñeca, el gato, el noble, la educación, el marinero. Tú, el que me hizo darme cuenta de mis errores, lo que me ayudó a encontrar la voluntad de vivir después de que el intento de acabar con la de hace muchos años y por el cual mi IO, mi subconsciente, que se cerró con tanta fuerza y quería más a tener nada que ver con la vida terrenal.

(from the roman not yet completed "And you came into my life" - copyright©mikhaillermontov 2014)

Love...Probably too much? (version in English)

I loved very much in my life, so much. I loved a few women, but in my own way I loved them all, receiving from them only a few caresses, a few good words, with a couple of them also something more affection or time of physical love, that I realized, with the time, being pure acting, conventional act of allowing women to be loved and desired, without having to do anything other than some trivial time sex.

I loved everybody in my own way, but not as one loves a musical instrument or object antique: I loved with the heart and the brain, up to the maximum limit, especially with one of them. I have often heard criticisms of this way of love, in which it is apparent that I would be great to fuck with your brain and not with sex. Unfortunately, Mother Nature did not give me with a few more inches in height (and there would have been good) and even a reproductive organ suited to meet adequately the spawning of some hot women.

Unfortunately, I am what you see and nothing more, along with the drama of never having been loved properly from the biological mother, and after many years these discrepancies with normal life feel, accuse, make you feel different, more isolated from others that those who do not have help by Nature. I have often thought of in terms destructive judgments free women against certain men: therefore, if a man is not rich, tall, handsome and with Walter long and hard that lasts over two hours, which should be done? Commit suicide? Disappear from the Earth? Insulate yourself? Just go to prostitutes?

A fortune I've had: Mother Nature and Life taught me, day by day, hour by hour, to love and to overcome all the difficulties, even when I was saying "I do not know a lot of content, sexually, but for purposes well with the brain could possibly be with you. "

I loved it, I said, so much, but never with one of them, which really gave it my all, both psychologically and practically, emotionally. To love means to give of themselves without asking for anything, they say, and it's true. But the axiom is also said that to love is to be in two, and then becomes finding you love and you receive all good things. Everything becomes very, very difficult, however, if love is only one of the two, while the other accepts willingly, but maintains a constant low level of response for fear of having a hearing tomorrow responsibilities unintended or look. Here, in the majority of women with me it was always like this, including my mother. Low level, never anything more, not even asking.

For years I wondered "why '", then suddenly came, "she", the monster, the Muse, the female par excellence, the queen bee, the Mantis, the Holy, the doll, the cat, the noble, the educated, the sailor. You, the one that made ​​me realize my mistakes, which helped me to find the will to live after the attempt to do away with many years ago and for which my IO, my subconscious, it was closed so tight and further wanted to have anything to do with the earthly life.

(from the book not yet completed "And you came into my life" - copyright©mikhaillermontov 2014)

Amare..forse troppo? (Italian version)

Ho amato tanto,nella mia vita, tantissimo. Ho amato poche donne, ma a modo mio le ho amate, tutte, ricevendo da esse solo qualche carezza, qualche parola buona, con un paio di esse anche qualche cosa in più dell’affetto od ora di amore fisico, che compresi, con il tempo, essere stato pura recitazione, convenzionale atto femminile di permettere di essere amate e desiderate, senza dover fare null’altro che qualche banale ora di sesso.

Ho amato, si, a  modo mio, ma non come si ama uno strumento musicale od oggetto di antiquariato: ho amato con il cuore e con il cervello, sino al massimo limite, specialmente con una di esse. Spesso ho sentito critiche su questo mio modo di amare, nelle quali emerge che io sarei bravissimo a scopare con il cervello e meno con il sesso. Purtroppo Madre Natura non mi ha dotato di qualche centimetro in più in altezza (e ci sarebbero stati bene) e neppure di un organo riproduttivo adatto a soddisfare adeguatamente le fregole di certe donne calde.

Purtroppo io sono quello che si vede e nulla oltre, con assieme il dramma di non essere mai stato amato adeguatamente dalla madre biologica, e a distanza di molti anni queste discrepanze con la vita normale si sentono, si accusano, ti fanno sentire diverso, più isolato dagli agli altri che non coloro che invece hanno avuto tutto regolare dalla Natura. Spesso ho pensato in termini distruttivi ai giudizi gratuiti delle donne nei confronti di taluni uomini: dunque, se un uomo non è ricco, alto, bello e con il Walter lungo e duro che duri oltre due ore, che dovrebbe fare? Suicidarsi? Sparire dalla Terra? Isolarsi? Andare solo a prostitute?

Una fortuna io l’ho avuta: Madre Natura e la Vita mi hanno insegnato, giorno per giorno, ora per ora, ad amare ed a superare tutte le difficoltà, anche quando mi sentivo dire “non mi sai soddisfare molto, sessualmente, però siccome scopi bene con il cervello potrei forse stare con te”.

Ho amato, dicevo, tanto, ma mai come con una di esse, alla quale diedi davvero tutto me stesso, sia psicologicamente che praticamente, sentimentalmente. Amare significa donare se stessi senza nulla chiedere, si dice, ed è vero. Ma l’assioma dice anche che ad amare si deve essere in due, ed allora la risultanza diviene che si ama e si riceve di ogni ben di Dio. Diventa tutto molto, molto difficile, invece, se ad amare è solo uno dei due, mentre l’altro accetta volentieri, ma mantiene costantemente basso il livello di risposta per paura di dover un domani sentire delle responsabilità non volute o cercate. Ecco, nella maggior parte delle donne con me è stato sempre così, compreso mia madre. Livello basso, mai un qualche cosa di più, neppure chiedendo.

Per anni mi sono chiesto “perche’” , poi di colpo è arrivata “lei” ,il mostro, la Musa, la femmina per antonomasia, l’ape regina,la Mantide, la Santa, la bambolina, la gatta, la nobile, la colta, la marinaia. Lei, quella che mi fece capire i miei errori, che mi aiutò a ritrovare la voglia di vivere dopo il tentativo di farla finita di molti anni prima e per i quali il mio IO, il mio subconscio, si era chiuso in modo ermetico e non voleva ulteriormente avere a che fare con la vita terrena.

(from the book not yet completed "and you came into my life" - copyright©mikhaillermontov)

Love One Another - BY KHALIL GIBRAN (AKA KAHLIL JUBRAN)

You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.

 Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:

 Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together:

 For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

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Let's dream...Da, sognamo...

C'è qualcuno che nel mondo può permettersi forse solo una notte d'amore con una più che normale donna, e sperare che possa sussistere un amore per il futuro.
Ma c'è tuttavia l'opposto, uomini ricchissimi che possono permettersi giorni e notti in alberghi lussuosi con le più belle donne del mondo, e senza porsi la domanda del domani che cosa farò. Anche sognare, però, non è male, fa bene alla fantasia, ci si sveglia al mattino un poco migliori. Allora sognate con me, in questo albergo....

Is there someone in the world who can afford maybe just a night of love with a woman more than normal, and hope that there might be a love for the future.
But there is however the opposite, very rich men who can afford days and nights in luxurious hotels with the most beautiful women in the world, and without asking the question of what I will do tomorrow. Even dreaming, however, is not bad, it's good to fantasy, you wake up in the morning a little better. So dream with me in this hotel ....

Abay thinking

А оттого все, что у казаха нет большего враго, чем другой казах. Бурно восторгаясь по ничтожнеймешму поводу, один старается своей радостью досадить другому, породить в нем зависть.

By going into raptures for the most trifling cause, he wants to annoy his neighbour and make him envious. Truly, tha Kazakh has no worst enemy than another Kazakh!

La musica di lui, Ennio, il migliore compositore di musica per film... His music, Ennio, the real big sound track compositor....

When the lights go down and the movie begins, the movie you see is ours, of our life, which flows in a heartbeat, just like the film in a film flowing in the projection machine. And when the film ends, strange, the music continues, as if to indicate that life will prepare another movie to see...

Quando si spengono le luci del cinema ed inizia il film, quel film che vedi è il nostro, quello della nostra vita, che scorre in un baleno, proprio come la pellicola di un film scorre nella macchina di proiezione. E quando il film termina, per strano, la musica continua, come per indicare che la vita preparerà un altro film da visionare

Un sogno...una immaginazione erotica...A dream...An erotic immagination...

Ecco, io vorrei portarti qui una notte, in questo hotel, in questa esclusiva camera sotto l'acqua, illuminata come in un sogno. Frutta sul tavolinetto in vetro,profumo di acqua marina attorno.
Ti potresti togliere gli abiti uno alla volta e appoggiare ciascuno di essi su ogni cuscinone azzurro che vedi qui, sino ad arrivare nuda come uno dei pesci che volteggiano sopra di noi, sull'alcova dell'amore, ove impiegherei tutta la notte per permetterti di godere dei mie piaceri solo all'alba, sfinita dalle belezze attorno a te.

Here, I would like to bring you one night in this hotel, in this exclusive room under the water, lit up like a dream. Fruit on the coffee table in glass, the scent of sea water around.

You could remove the clothes, one by one and put each of them on each pillow blue you see here, until you get naked as one of the fish circling above us, an alcove of love, where would take me all night to allow you to My only enjoy the pleasures of dawn, exhausted by the beauties around you.

Aquí, me gustaría traerle aquí una noche en este hotel, esta habitación exclusiva bajo el agua, iluminado como un sueño. Fruta en la mesa de café en el vidrio, el olor de agua de mar alrededor. 

Usted podría quitar la ropa una por una y poner cada uno de ellos en cada pillowy azul que se ve aquí, hasta llegar desnudo como uno de los peces dando vueltas por encima de nosotros, sull'alcova de amor, donde me llevaría toda la noche para permitir que usted Mi única disfrutar de los placeres de la madrugada, agotados por las bellezas que le rodean.

Cosi' va la vita....Вот как бывает в жизни...

Mia vita - You my life - Tu mi vida

Te he llamado por teléfono,

para escuchar una vez más

el sonido de la corriente de la montaña

de la que bebí todos los días, todas las noches.

Le pregunté a una de tus fotos,

para limpiarme los ojos _

mirarte dentro y por fuera

te ves como un icono religioso.

Y me senté en un banco,

esperando tu signo,

que puede revivir el alma.

I called you on the phone, 

to hear once more 

the sound of the mountain stream 

from which I drank every day, every night. 

I asked one of your photos, 

for _ cleaning the eyes 

looking at you inside and outside 

watching like a religious icon. 

And I sat on a bench, 

waiting for your sign, 

that can revive my soul.

Ti ho chiamata al telefono,

per sentire una volta ancora

il rumore del ruscello montano

dal quale bevevo ogni giorno, ogni notte.

Ti ho chiesto una tua foto,

per lucidarmi gli occhi

guardandoti dentro e fuori

come si guarda una icona religiosa.

E mi sono seduto su una panca,

aspettando un tuo segno,

che possa rianimarmi l'anima.

А.С.Пушкин "Я Вас люблю, хоть я бешусь..."

yes...tell my why..

Dentro...Inside...

Sento dentro

quello che fuori non può avvenire

e allora

lascio che si rompa dentro

quello che si rompesse fuori

creerebbe danno

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

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 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

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.

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?

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?

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)

Mujere Entera - una poesia di S.I.Nicolini letta da me, Misha

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.

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Abay's thinkings

Like everything else in this world, man's life and his destiny are subject to change. No leaving creature on earth can remain quiescent. So where could the constancy of feeling come from?

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?

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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

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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..

One Neruda's Poem for you, my World...

Tonight I Can Write 
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