The dark silence

In the dark the silence, but I hear your voice.

During the night the dreams are always sharper.

During the day I work for you, knowing you are here.

I feel the smell of you in every aroma around me.

I feel the warmth of your skin in everything I touch

Feeling that come from the fringes of reality,

that reality which I had to accept being away from you.

My song...for you...

My Song

This song of mine will wind its music around you,

my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead

like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and

whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd

it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,

it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead

when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,

and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,

my song will speak in your living heart.

~Rabindranath Tagore

Thanks, my friends...over 10 000 clicks...

I would like to thank all of you, my dear friends, for having followed me up to arrive at the record (for me) of over 10000 clicks for this blog dedicated to my World, a world beloved and difficult to find a second one similar in the reality.
I will do my best for continuing my writing and post the best I can do for the pleasure of all of you and the enjoyment of my World.


Mikhail Lermontov, called also Misha the Siberian.

Se tu non parli...

Roberto Bolle

Se mai un uomo potesse volare, allora egli danzerebbe come non mai, o se si volessero ripetere le parole del grande Rudolf Nureyev, al danzatore manca una dimensione: il volo.

In questi giorni e' entrato in visione nel circuito delle televisioni di Stato, un clip prodotto da ENI energia, nel quale viene presentato il superbo ballerino, gia' etoile della Scala e del Metropolitan di New York Roberto Bolle. 

Vi invito a razionare sulla perfezione corporea del danzatore e della sua plasticita' fisica del movimento. Circa la pubblicita' non critico, il mio scopo e' far vedere al pubblico quanto orgoglioso dovrebbe essere il popolo italiano nell'avere un artista di questa portata.

Spring Time arrived...

Se si potesse...

se si potessero contare 

le lacrime perdute 

nei momenti di un dolore

si formerebbero fiumi e laghi

Se si potessero contare

le carezze che una madre

da al suo piccolo

potremmo pulire il mondo

dalle immondizie del  tempo

Se si potessero contare 

le parole che 

ho usato per dirti che ti amo

non basterebbero 

le biblioteche del mondo 

a raccoglierle....

REMEMBER MY NAME.....

Stars in the night

If I can have the time

to count all the stars in the sky

it means I have the time 

to love you for this long time

But at the end the counting 

probably we discover 

that I make a mistake

so I start again to count

and I have still have another occasion

to love you more....

The feeling of you

Every day 

at the moment to wake up

feel so deep your presence

to do not remember 

what I have to do during the day

but

I do all that is possible

for you

to permit your happyness...

so 

in the evening, when I have to sleep

I feel you present also during the night!

Omaggio ad una donna famosa

Omaggio  ad una grande donna nel giorno della donna:

Katherine Dexter

alla quale si deve l'inizio dell'era della pillola antifecondativa al posto del condom

And for the women...HIP-HIP-HIP....Huuuurrraaayyy!

Steven Price - Shenzou & Gravity (Gravity Soundtrack) [HD]

TU

Tu sei sempre li'

per me

e cosi' mi dai il coraggio

di restare solo

sogni..

Se nella notte un dolce sussurro

 interrompe il tuo sogno 

non adirarti, 

perche' e' il sogno stesso 

che ti sussurra che ti amo

pensieri...

Ovunque sarai e sentirai il vento sussurrare il tuo nome,

saro' che ti chiamo e ti cerco...

Protezione

Voglio starti sempre dietro, per proteggerti,

e sempre davanti, per aprirti la strada

I want to be always back to protect you, 

And always in front, to open up the road

Ho seguito....I followed...

Ho seguito l'istinto 

per venire da te,

trovando la strada dopo mille traversie.

Ho seguito il mio cuore

per trasformare il mio carattere

in qualche cosa che fosse irripetibile.

Ho seguito le tue parole

per rivestire le mie nudità

con seta preziosa.

Ho ascoltato i tuoi pensieri

per diventare la persona più ricercata.

Ora non seguo più nulla

non penso più a nulla

sono io con me stesso e te

e qui ci resto.

I followed the instinct 

to come to you, 

finding the road after many hardships. 

I followed my heart 

to turn my character 

Something that was unique. 

I followed your words 

to clothe my nakedness 

with precious silk. 

I listened to your thoughts 

to become the most wanted person. 

Now I am not following anything 

I no longer think of anything 

I am with myself and you 

and here we rest.

A big anniversary, with you ...

Dear friends,
Though it may seem strange, in these next few days I will do my BDay (February 18), but also will be making a very important milestone: 20 February will be the anniversary of 50 years of work officially declared that I made... It will be a pleasure to celebrate with all of you together, even if only virtually and via messages. Guests are invited to visit my page and my blog Google+ http://sempreconlaluna.blogspot.com, where I will post what I feel for you all...

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Sempre,

insieme a giocare ed amare

a cenare e fare a pugni con la vita,

a godere delle carezze e delle parole.

Sempre,

insieme a lottare per la vita e per l'amore

a lavare i panni e stirare le mutande

a curare le ferite della vita

Sempre

Insieme, per sempre...

I can talk only with my imagines and my music...

...to say I love you..

Someone may say to you

One day someone will be able to ask 

Why you wasted so much time 

With a man like me. 

One day you will hear from others

That I have changed your life for the worse, 

That everything that I told you 

It was just the result of a sick imagination. 

One day you will believe 

You are left alone because of me,

And the man with whom you will live 

Quarrel for pure jealousy. 

So, you'll go to the banks of the river 

And sitting on its side 

You will see the birth of a flower 

Where your tears are falling 

In your silent crying of love.

(Mikhail Lermontov- copyright - Misha2014)

I'm waiting you..

And so,

I am here waiting you,

Always in the same place

With the same soul to you dedicated

Singing always I welcome Princess

Indicating you as my Queen of this life

Perhaps I have nothing else to offer

Probably I am not anymore young as before

But I am always me, the bird which

Decided to fly around your tree...

YOU

Perhaps you do not know,

That I need you here with me...

Because it is painful,

Incredibly painful

The life without you

Destiny

You are the destiny, 

You're the harmony of the Universe, 

You are the one to wrap my Love. 

The rest disappears when you're here 

And I am overwhelmed by your strong scent, 

Scent of love and sweetness.

Dean James "Sensual" dedicate to my World...

Tango Fusion Club - New music for old dance

Tus palabras...

Si te quiero

es porque mi pensiamento

nunca mas estas querido

sin tu caricias, tus palabras, tus ojos...

Farfalla - Butterfly

Vola farfalla

sulle ali del vento 

che dal mare ti porta 

a verdi colline fiorite

Vola farfalla

senza timore

che la notte sia già passata

Vola farfalla

ancora giorno è per te

fly, butterfly

on the wings of the wind

that takes you from the sea

to the green hills of flowering

fly, butterfly

without fear

the night has already passed

fly, butterfly

yet the day is for you

The ant and the man - Las formica e l'uomo

Ho visto correre una formica

andava a prendere un frammento di cibo

Ho visto la formica incazzarsi

quando ha capito che non poteva farcela da sola

Sono arrivate altre formiche

e insieme hanno portato il granello nel nido

Ho visto un uomo correre cercando lavoro

era malato e anziano ma lo faceva per il suo vivere

Ho visto l'uomo chiedere aiuto

Nessuno lo aiutò

e morì nel suo nido

I saw an ant run

went to get a piece of food

I saw the ant pissed off

when he realized that he could not do it alone

 other ants arrived 

and together they brought the grain in the nest

I saw a man running looking for a work

was sick and elderly, but he did it for his living

I saw the man to ask for a help

No one helped him

and he died in his nest

Caresses

That hand that

Slow down on my chest

As a feather on the ice,

Is coming as flying butterfly

Where the hill rises with the Sun,

And I capture it and protect

Like a flower rare and enchanted

Far away, in the echo of a sigh

That I hear in the wind

I feel you're coming to me

While you seek me with your whole self

Without understanding that 

I have been always at your side

Por una Cabeza - Carlos Gardel

Sensations...

Feelings different from the usual,

feelings of well-being cleaned,

fished out of new things in the old,

odor of tobacco and sweat,

noise of heels female,

rustle of silken stockings,

voices soft and deep insights,

while a bandoneon intones

music which affects the heart

in a dance hall,

where the Tango takes care of you.

(copyright Misha-schiedam2014)