Love.... Italian Style

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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    dormire e sognare con me ....
    candele accese e scoppiettante fuoco, immettere un momento nel tempo
    con venti sotto zero - una cabina di log ci attende

    il fianco della montagna freddo, nel profondo inverno di notte
    una tempesta di neve d'inverno infuria
    cielo di velluto nero, milioni di stelle

    sognare con me ....

    sentire il calore del nostro abbraccio, un rifugio tutto nostro
    spillo prugna zucchero ribolle in basso
    questo paradiso che è nostro., porta conforto alla mia mente
    una fuga dal mondo frenetico

    una vita semplice con la pace della mente ...

    si prega di non lasciare - restare e sognare con me ...




    stay and dream with me....
    lighted candles and crackling fire, enter a moment in time
    with winds below zero - a log cabin awaits us

    the cold mountain side, deep in winters night
    a winter snow storm rages on
    black velvet sky, millions of stars

    dream with me....

    feel the heat of our embrace, a hideaway all our own
    spiked sugar plum simmers on low
    this haven that is ours., brings solace to my mind
    a getaway from the hectic world

    a simple life with peace of mind...

    please don't leave - stay and dream with me...


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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
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  • TalonTedd
    TalonTedd Toronto Posts: 835
    SI PUO SENTIRE
    Un inno alla Pearl Jam

    Realizzare nel vostro strumento binaurale luce brillante.
    Stringhe incantato, veggente lirica in vista.
    Battere in profondita la pelle al cuore melodioso prigioniero.
    Ondate di argilla ballare e cantare; Abitanti in parte gioiosa.

    Osso rotto....Colato in dubbio.
    Jeff e Stone rianimato, ritmico dual.
    Far cadere le schede vivaci che intraprendono l'inizio infinito.

    Su di un metallico atomi ombra McCready!
    tendere cinque nove, carne amplificando spago.
    Affresco dita di prestigio art elettrica.

    Viticci crescente fresco di ungiardino raccolto.
    Matt finali un tremo misura.
    Norma tesoro portature drumming.

    Saltate di fait, Eddie!....
    Frangenti tra atolli mare inquieto.
    Una vaste onda eroico culla l'anima solstizio esplicito.

    Coste tropicalli cinquettio Boom! Terra incognita per sovrapporre.
    A tear fell in cornice.
    Tasti Angelique ondulazione con la preghiera stoica.

    Seguire fedeli illuminati.
    Assistere echi eterni della banda portentosa di Omero.
    Per lacrimosa ammirare gli dei.
    Un corteo di ages passera, nessuna rivale Pearl Jam!



    Realize in your instrument binaural brilliant light.
    Spell-bound strings, lyrical seer in sight.
    Beat deep skin to the captive melodious heart.
    Waves of clay dance and sing; Denizens in joyous part.

    Broken bone....Casted in doubt.
    Jeff and stone reanimated, rhythmic dual.
    Dropping lively tabs that embark the infinite start.

    Out of a metallic shadow stomps McCready!
    Tauten five nine, flesh amplifying twine.
    Fresco fingers conjuring electric art.

    Tendrils growing fresh of a harvested garden.
    Matt finales a quavered measure.
    Standard bearer drumming treasure.

    Leap for fait, Eddie!....
    Surfs among restless Sea Atolls.
    A vast heroic wave cradles the explicit solstice soul.

    Tropical shores twittering Boom! Terra incognita to layer
    Una lacrima cadde nel cornicone.
    Angelic keys ripple with stoic prayer.

    Follow enlightened faithful.
    Witness eternal echoes of Homers portentous band.
    For lachrymose gaze the gods.
    A procession of ages shall pass, none rival Pearl Jam!

    Grazie
    In parte gioiosa
    ArtglioTedd


    I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    I really enjoyed reading your Pearl Jam related poem.... Thank you for sharing :)
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    edited January 2014
    Il suo freddo buio e quindi molto grigio, nel bel mezzo di un inverno freddo
    è necessario un po 'di amore e romanticismo per illuminare questi giorni tristi
    si può mai avere a molto romanticismo nella propria vita
    mi fanno ridere, mi danno piacere, accendo una candela, mi dazzle ...

    fare il mio cuore cantare e ballare, mi fanno sentire vivo
    portare romanticismo torna a me, mi baci con passione
    dammi parole romantiche, una carezza calda che tocca la mia anima
    dove è il romanticismo? ...

    dammi romance ogni singola volta,
    aiutarmi attraverso questo inverno freddo e lungo ....


    Its cold dark and so very gray, in the middle of a cold winter
    some love and romance is needed to brighten up these dreary days
    you can never have too much romance in ones life
    make me laugh, give me pleasure, light a candle, dazzle me...

    make my heart sing and dance, make me feel alive
    bring romance back to me, kiss me with passion
    give me romantic words, a warm caress that touches my soul
    where is the romance ?...

    give me romance every single time,
    help me thru this cold and long winter....




    :-*
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    cosa succede se si avesse toccato di più, baciato più, Love ... (More)
    forse lei dovrebbe amato di più forte
    appriciated l'unità
    avrebbero durato più a lungo ....

    Se lei aveva spesso detto "la sua voi che adoro
    sareste ancora con lei
    E se queste parole dovrebbero di stati parlate più ...

    Se solo lei ti aveva trattato come migliori amici
    forse il dolore di essere soli andrei strappare il suo cuore
    come l'amore sbiadito - finisce finalmente ...

    se solo lei non ha avuto da dire - "se solo" ...


    what if you had touched more, kissed more, Love... ( more )
    maybe she should of loved stronger
    appreciated the unity
    would they have lasted longer....

    If she had often said to you " its you who I adore
    would you still be with her now
    what if those words should of been spoken more...

    If only she had treated you as best friends
    maybe the grief of being alone wouldn't tear her heart out
    as love faded - it finally ends...

    if only she didn't have to say - "if only"...
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    Può il dolore mai essere curata, il tipo che è nel profondo del proprio cuore
    strappato e tagliuzzato al nucleo
    non volendo prendersi cura ...

    senso di colpa .., necessità ..., sospetto o la noia, sembra indugiare
    fatto con uno, prossima tappa al divertimento (penso, potrei) posso solo immaginare
    eppure io odio, manca, non so cosa fare adesso che sono libero di voi ...

    ci fosse una cura per te?
    forse qualche pozione magica per inalare, strofinare sulla mia pelle
    o una pillola per sordo, insensibile, uccidere tutto ciò che è rimasto

    sufficating sotto la superficie, affondando come le sabbie mobili
    Sono in profondo ....

    vi è la necessità di confrontare l'amore, per misurare e ancora delusi tempo di nuovo
    (Ogni volta)
    Dovrò insistere e resistere alla tentazione di ....
    convincere te, non ho più bisogno di te ....

    Can pain ever be cured, the kind that is deep within ones heart
    torn and shredded to the core
    no longer wanting to care...

    guilt.., need..., suspicion or boredom -seems to linger
    done with one, next stop to the fun ( I think, I might ) you can only guess
    and yet I hate, miss, don't know what to do now that I am free of you...

    was there a cure to you ?
    maybe some magic potion to inhale, rub onto my skin
    or a pill to dull, numb, kill whatever is left over

    sufficating beneath the surface, sinking like quicksand
    I'm in deep....

    there is a need to compare love, to measure up and yet disappointed- time again
    ( every time )
    I will have to insist and resist the urge to ....
    convince thyself, I don't need you anymore....

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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    Agguato nel profondo, ombre che cercano di catturare
    Non lasciarli nei pressi di non avvicinarsi
    Tenuta a distanza, persistente e tentazioni ovunque
    non è possibile, io non permette di controllare


    Io sono la mia persona, importante, combattendo le mie battaglie
    non mi ha mai sconfiggere, la sicurezza, la mia vita vale la pena di libertà
    non più di reclusione .....



    Lurking deep inside, shadows they try and capture
    I won't let them near, do not approach
    keeping distance, persistent and temptations everywhere
    you can't, I won't let you control


    I am my own person, important, fighting my own battles
    never defeat me, security, my life is worth freedom
    no longer imprisoned .....




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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    by Roy Croft... 'To my Friend'

    I love you, not for what you are, but what I am, when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

    I love you for putting your hand into my heaped up heart and passing over all the frivolous and weak things that you cannot help seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful and radiant things that no one else has looked quite far enough to find...

    I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.

    You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means after all....
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    il singolo battito di un cuore da solo non è destinata ad essere
    un colpo così basso, vuota e incompleta, non può essere sentito
    Dov'e 'la bellezza o canzoni d'amore, il canto degli uccelli di cui sopra?
    un cuore solitario senza amore o tenerezza, sente niente

    ricerca per il suo compagno, il cuore attende
    in cerca di fiducia e un amanti toccare
    presto un altro cuore batte nelle vicinanze, un suono che anela tutti questi anni
    udito un altro beat, forte e vero

    due cuori che battono, entro l'un l'altro
    insieme per sempre, senza mai lasciarsi andare come il sole va giù
    delicatamente il suono svanirà nella notte
    il suono di due cuori, battendo come una ... è giusto ....
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    the single beat of one heart alone is not meant to be
    a beat so low, empty and incomplete, cannot be heard
    where's the beauty or songs of love, singing birds above ?
    a lonely heart without love or tenderness, feels nothing

    searching for its mate, the heart will wait
    looking for trust and a lovers touch
    soon another heart beats nearby, a sound it longs all these years
    hearing another beat, strong and true

    two hearts beating, within one another
    together forever, never letting go as the sun goes down
    gently the sound will fade into the night
    the sound of two hearts, beating as one... is just right....

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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    The Lady of Shalott....

    Sung by - Loreena Mckennit ( words have been changed slightly from poem ) http://youtu.be/i52e-BKgrYk



    The Lady of Shalott (1832) By Alfred, Lord Tennyson


    On either side the river lie

    Long fields of barley and of rye,

    That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

    And thro' the field the road runs by

    To many-tower'd Camelot;

    The yellow-leaved waterlily

    The green-sheathed daffodilly

    Tremble in the water chilly

    Round about Shalott.


    Willows whiten, aspens shiver.

    The sunbeam showers break and quiver

    In the stream that runneth ever

    By the island in the river

    Flowing down to Camelot.

    Four gray walls, and four gray towers

    Overlook a space of flowers,

    And the silent isle imbowers

    The Lady of Shalott.


    Underneath the bearded barley,

    The reaper, reaping late and early,

    Hears her ever chanting cheerly,

    Like an angel, singing clearly,

    O'er the stream of Camelot.

    Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,

    Beneath the moon, the reaper weary

    Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,

    Lady of Shalott.'


    The little isle is all inrail'd

    With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd

    With roses: by the marge unhail'd

    The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,

    Skimming down to Camelot.

    A pearl garland winds her head:

    She leaneth on a velvet bed,

    Full royally apparelled,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    Part II

    No time hath she to sport and play:

    A charmed web she weaves alway.

    A curse is on her, if she stay

    Her weaving, either night or day,

    To look down to Camelot.

    She knows not what the curse may be;

    Therefore she weaveth steadily,

    Therefore no other care hath she,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    She lives with little joy or fear.

    Over the water, running near,

    The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.

    Before her hangs a mirror clear,

    Reflecting tower'd Camelot.

    And as the mazy web she whirls,

    She sees the surly village churls,

    And the red cloaks of market girls

    Pass onward from Shalott.


    Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

    An abbot on an ambling pad,

    Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,

    Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,

    Goes by to tower'd Camelot:

    And sometimes thro' the mirror blue

    The knights come riding two and two:

    She hath no loyal knight and true,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    But in her web she still delights

    To weave the mirror's magic sights,

    For often thro' the silent nights

    A funeral, with plumes and lights

    And music, came from Camelot:

    Or when the moon was overhead

    Came two young lovers lately wed;

    I am half sick of shadows,' said

    The Lady of Shalott.


    Part III

    A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

    He rode between the barley-sheaves,

    The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,

    And flam'd upon the brazen greaves

    Of bold Sir Lancelot.

    A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd

    To a lady in his shield,

    That sparkled on the yellow field,

    Beside remote Shalott.


    The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,

    Like to some branch of stars we see

    Hung in the golden Galaxy.

    The bridle bells rang merrily

    As he rode down from Camelot:

    And from his blazon'd baldric slung

    A mighty silver bugle hung,

    And as he rode his armour rung,

    Beside remote Shalott.


    All in the blue unclouded weather

    Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,

    The helmet and the helmet-feather

    Burn'd like one burning flame together,

    As he rode down from Camelot.

    As often thro' the purple night,

    Below the starry clusters bright,

    Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

    Moves over green Shalott.


    His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

    On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;

    From underneath his helmet flow'd

    His coal-black curls as on he rode,

    As he rode down from Camelot.

    From the bank and from the river

    He flash'd into the crystal mirror,

    'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'

    Sang Sir Lancelot.


    She left the web, she left the loom

    She made three paces thro' the room

    She saw the water-flower bloom,

    She saw the helmet and the plume,

    She look'd down to Camelot.

    Out flew the web and floated wide;

    The mirror crack'd from side to side;

    'The curse is come upon me,' cried

    The Lady of Shalott.


    Part IV

    In the stormy east-wind straining,

    The pale yellow woods were waning,

    The broad stream in his banks complaining,

    Heavily the low sky raining

    Over tower'd Camelot;

    Outside the isle a shallow boat

    Beneath a willow lay afloat,

    Below the carven stern she wrote,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,

    All raimented in snowy white

    That loosely flew (her zone in sight

    Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)

    Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,

    Though the squally east-wind keenly

    Blew, with folded arms serenely

    By the water stood the queenly

    Lady of Shalott.


    With a steady stony glance—

    Like some bold seer in a trance,

    Beholding all his own mischance,

    Mute, with a glassy countenance—

    She look'd down to Camelot.

    It was the closing of the day:

    She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;

    The broad stream bore her far away,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    As when to sailors while they roam,

    By creeks and outfalls far from home,

    Rising and dropping with the foam,

    From dying swans wild warblings come,

    Blown shoreward; so to Camelot

    Still as the boathead wound along

    The willowy hills and fields among,

    They heard her chanting her deathsong,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,

    She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

    Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,

    And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,

    Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:

    For ere she reach'd upon the tide

    The first house by the water-side,

    Singing in her song she died,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    Under tower and balcony,

    By garden wall and gallery,

    A pale, pale corpse she floated by,

    Deadcold, between the houses high,

    Dead into tower'd Camelot.

    Knight and burgher, lord and dame,

    To the planked wharfage came:

    Below the stern they read her name,

    The Lady of Shalott.


    They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,

    Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.

    There lay a parchment on her breast,

    That puzzled more than all the rest,

    The wellfed wits at Camelot.

    'The web was woven curiously,

    The charm is broken utterly,

    Draw near and fear not,—this is I,

    The Lady of Shalott.'
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    waiting for spring time beauty in my garden of life
    whenever you are near in thought, looking forwards
    in my bed of dreams...

    in loving ways you have changed me, hopefully for the better
    you are very precious, like a treasured love letter that has been sent...

    sending beauty back to you....

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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    Kisses... sending angel kisses your way - someone who cares about you very much is sending you a kiss...
    kissing has the power to heal, give you power and hope - just like a wonderful great big hug...

    Takes away troubles ( at least for awhile ) :-*
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    quando meno te lo aspetti - cioè quando l'amore accade
    i tuoi occhi caldi, la tua risata, la sincerità quando si parla di me ...
    la gentilezza nel contatto, nel modo che mostri

    come spiegare e apriamo, scopro più gioia e vita davanti
    lentamente, senza saperlo - si sta trovando un posto nel mio cuore



    when you least expect it - that is when love happens
    your warm eyes, your laughter, the sincerity when you speak to me...
    the kindness in your touch, the way you show it

    as we unfold and open up, I discover more joy and life ahead
    slowly without knowing - you are finding a place in my heart...


    :-*
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    being loved & loving that person sure is a gift. enjoy fully
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • TalonTedd
    TalonTedd Toronto Posts: 835
    Fulmine Dell'Amore

    Le condizioni atmosferiche erano elettrica e giusto
    Per Superbolt elettrostatica di amore per fare un cuore sentiva sciopero
    come quando Venere e Giove allineati incredibilmente nello spazio e nel tempo
    Noi due nuvole polarizzate un temporale di tippo di passion.

    Pesante e veloce il nostro tempesta accelerato nel ripartizione fuga
    Fogli di fulmine alimentado l'orologio per il conto alla rovescia matrimoniale.
    Uno sguardo giocoso schivo dai suoi occhi. Bulloni vivid fuori del blu sognante.
    La mia incudine ampliato e rosa. Tuono amori di delimitazione Sonora e vero.

    Abbiamo salito lungo un condotto nello spazio. Vela un canale di amore.
    A cavalcare gli anelli di Saturno, scarica il plasma amplificazione dall'alto.
    Possente Zeus era in campo quell giorno. Del fianco una corsa di ritorno!
    Una Talon luminosa ci zapping buona, della sua folgore celeste.

    Siamo alla deriva di nuovo a terra. Il tempo di sistemarsi.
    La nostro tempest rotolato in Kifuka. Una citta vibrante in Congo.
    Un top montagne scure si tribocharged una corrente per attrito di pelle calda.
    Poi un fulmine colpisce ancora. Ricordi senza tempo del rampante Dust Inn.

    Quindi si io credo in love at first sight.Colpo di fulmine.
    Quando I bulloni appassionate sono un ardente, fare per la piu alta della altezze.
    Non essere uno sciocco e anatra per la copertura. Il terrore che si sente e completamente falso.
    La parte migliore di fulmine dell'amore e l'impulso elettrmagnetico.

    Per mia moglie ei bambini


    :x
    I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.