That my hand which was always dear to you taking away the pains, making you feel calm and protected, doing to you pleasure and the company, it is still with you, take it and guard it with love. It will always help in all those moments where you will feel the need of me.
Never allow someone takes off the contact between us. Do not drop into oblivion who took care of you. Do not let the light of life changes direction, creating of you only shades of your shadow, because for someone the light that makes shadow is you
If I stay, It's because I do not care To suffer for you, I prefer to suffer than lose you. If I stay, It means that I have accepted All the negative about you, Your silence, your outbursts, your whims, Your loving and hating me, perhaps of gratitude. If I stay, It's because the love that binds me to you It becomes stronger than my life itself. If I stay, It means that I'm ready To face even bigger tests Of the old ones. If I stay, It means that I understand how you need me, howmuch alone you could be without real support. I stay, Helping you become an important woman. I stay, because I still trust in you for what you were with me. I stay, if you really understand that we two are one, a single entity, merged after years of incredible love.
Quando si descrive in forma poetica un accadimento, un avvenimento, un fatto di ordine sensuale o sessuale, la fantasia corre e porta spesso molto lontano. Ma se ci fate caso, tutto quello che si scrive, o per lo meno gran parte di esso, viene fatto al femminile, rivolto ad una donna: la pelle che brucia? Della donna. Il corpo che freme? Della donna. Lo spasimo? Solo della donna. Cioè, secondo certi, solo la donna ha queste sensazioni? L'uomo no? Ne siete certi? Io sostengo invece che anche il maschio ha fortissime sensazioni, magari non identiche ma molto simili, e mai volutamente descritte. Perchè? Perchè anche il maschio non fa cadere l'ultimo velo, dicendo davvero quello che sente, che prova? Perchè il maschio non può pubblicamente piangere per amore, per dolore, per rabbia? Perchè al maschio sembra negato dire apertamente "la tua mano che mi scorre sul torace mi fa sentire le pene dell'inferno, facendomi bruciare dentro ..." ? Io lo sto già facendo, e invito altri a seguirmi, non vi è nulla di male o da censurare, credetemi!
When you are describing in poetic form an event, an event, a fact of order sensual or sexual imagination runs and carries often far away. But if you notice, everything you write, or at least much of it, is done by women, pointing to a woman: skin burning? Woman. The squirming body? Woman. The spasm? Only of the woman.Is that, according to some, that only the woman has these feelings? The man has not it?Are we sure? I argue instead that male has very strong feelings, maybe not identical, but very similar, and never deliberately described. Why? Why even the male does not drop the last veil, saying what they really feel? Why male can not publicly cry for love, pain, anger? Why male seems openly denied to say "your hand running on my chest make me feel the pains of hell, making me burn inside ..."? I'm already doing, and I urge others to follow, there is nothing wrong or to censor, believe me!
I will take your trembling hand, I will wipe your drop running down her face, I hold you To make you feel my warmth and protection, I'll protect your peaceful sleep, I'll take you where there is what You never would have seen with another, I will give you the key to happiness, but stay next to me in that moment where I will go where I'll be waiting you and we will be together for eternity.
Dammi il supremo coraggio dell'amore,
questa è la mia preghiera:
di agire,
di soffrire,
di lasciare tutte le cose
o di essere lasciato solo.
Temperami con incarichi rischiosi,
onorami con il dolore,
e aiutami a rialzarmi
ogni volta che cadrò.
Dammi la suprema certezza nell'amore,
questa è la mia preghiera,
la certezza che appartiene alla vita
nella morte,
alla vittoria nella sconfitta,
alla potenza nascosta
nella più fragile bellezza,
a quella dignità nel dolore,
che accetta l'offesa
ma disdegna di ripagarla con l'offesa.
Dammi la forza di Amare sempre e ad ogni costo.
The flickering candlelight which brightened your face and body in the night along the river dear to you, we thought it was switched off seeing darkness around us, instead it has rekindled even brighter than before, showing us where together walking towards our goal, hand in hand, eye to eye, lips on lips
I search for you, even in the dark, I look for you in every corner of the terrain living, but what kind of life can be this, without your presence. I run everywhere, shouting your name to the wind, pausing in kneeling on the river bank dear to you, to which waters wonder where is my World
Quell'attimofugace, lieve, di accettare un mio bacio guardandoti negli occhi, mi è ora di gran dolore, nelcomprendere di averti amata troppo senzacapire chepotevosoffocarti sino ad andartene per altri lidi ove forse nessuno ti amerà
