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...

YES...I FEEL YOU...

For you, My Jasmine...My World

Following my sensations for my World....

You know very well the meaning of the words...because you are my Nikita....

Good Night Princess of the Nights...

Good night my sweet Princess....
Be all the dreams full of what the best the Paradise can give to you, splendid Princess of the Night!

You are all this...you..My World...

Talking as flowers? YES!

How possible to talk better than a flower? 
So be the flowers talk for me, to all of you, my World...

World full of these splendid words called roses, gyachintes, callas....
World full of music which inspires the pleasure to live this life, sometime difficult...

Me...

If I could be a painter,
I could paint a picture portraying your body, 
but then I lose the oblivion of what you really are ...

If I could be a poet,
I would write epics in which you'd be the heroine,
but in the end you receive from me only

 sms ...

If I were a composer, 

I would ike to compose the most beautiful symphony of the world 

and the story just for you, 

but in the end I send to you only clips copied from youtube ...

One thing however I am .... Do you want to know what?

You are my heaven.....and probably you do not know...

Thinking...with or without love...

If you will feel, in a disko club, the presence of your him/her
 between the people and the elevated sound of music,
it means that you love him/her as never can be possible, 
and you can dance without limits...

but if you feel no presence 

around you, in the same situation,
it means you do not think to him/her at all,
and the dancing provoques pain...


because love does not recognise limit....

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

I like to stay with my World..really...

.

Dopo un lungo periodo di transizione, nel quale ho dovuto superare molte difficolta', rieccomi alla finestra del mio balcone, con la luce del sole che tramonta, pronto a intrattenere tutti/tutte coloro che ancora mi seguono con piacere. Non me ne vogliate, di tanto mio silenzio, il periodo e' stato difficile ma ora tutto si e' risolto.
Vi penso con affetto.
Misha


After a long period of transition, in which I had to overcome many difficulties, I'm back to my balcony window, with the light of the setting sun, ready to entertain  all of those who still follow me with pleasure. Please forgive me for so long time silence, the period was hard but now everything has been resolved.
I think of you with affection.

Misha

To all our Tango dancers

Bloemenketheltje..Meisjes dit is voor jullie!

I love my World....yes...

Fotografare �:

Glenn Miller - Moonlight Serenade

Good morning, my World!

Her Eyes Her Soul-World-You...

tu sei il mio MONDO

Basta piangerci addosso! La vita è bella

Dmitry Hvorostovsky / Igor Krutoy - "Buon giorno, amore!" - Album: "Deja...

I Will Always Love You - Kenny Rogers (lyrics)

I am not able do not love....sorry...