Monday, May 12, 2008
*******************On Y.R.'s Birthday
My dearest, sweetest, warmest,
Do you remember how we met -
Two desperate, wounded souls,
Longing for love, yet.
Countless roses are soaked in water,
Two of us by the tub, on the floor
Watching them slowly floating -
Blooming redness, magnificent glow...
I do thank you for being my angel,
If someone would ever ask
If I believe in angels, I’d answer:
I've met one.
March 1, 2000
Sunday, May 11, 2008
***To Eastern Ancient Poets
“Please ignore, disregard
I recently said –
The desire for Love
Is helplessly walking...
Pretending she found,
Catching your arm
“I am your Love,
Look in my eyes,
Taste of my kisses
August 15, 2000
Saturday, May 10, 2008
*****************To Natalie by R.T.
I am looking for her dark hair,
I find no peace, without eyes I see…
I wrote her name on forgotten walls,
But came the rain and washed it away…
I am rich for having her soul,
Imagining her dance around the fire of love…
I am poor because she is not here now
I wait for her... my ray of sun…
Friday, May 9, 2008
A capricious little creature,
She is always kind and sweet,
She possess’ the best of features,
She is gentle and petite.
She is emotional every so often,
Yet logical, honest and fair.
She would never refuse to help
Or walk away on souls in despair.
Being so obedient and thoughtful,
I’d never thought she would be gone away,
Yet gone she is without leaving a note
She’s vanished for the past few days…
She said she has found her equal,
That he was kind and easy,
But first and foremost, he’s gentle,
As gentle as morning breeze…
She said she’s gone to meet him,
Would be back in a blink of an eye…
She is gone the entire week,
My Soul, gentle and kind…
Where she is and who she is with,
I guess, I would never known…
Thinking of other misfortunate owner
Who just recently lost his Soul…
May 9, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
When I was a little girl,
My uncle, God bless his soul,
Knowing my timid nature,
Used to teach me over and over
The same lesson.
He used to say:
“Look in the mirror, Your Grace,
Say to yourself with a smile:
“I am the most charming and pretty,
Elegant, witty and kind”,
“Watch your eyes”, he said, “your reflection,
You’re a perfect perfection!”
I forgot his teachings
For most of my life,
Being young and pretty —
Who would needed to recite
And, as I am getting old,
Were suddenly recalled.
I’m still smiling when I say these lines
While watching my expression in the mirror
It’s amazing, this innocent lie
Continues to work its miracle!!!
“Ego te amo per noctum per diem,
After waking up at night
My first thought is of you, my gentle soul,
I want you near till the end of time...
I’ll be writing the letters of love
Each night, that with every sunrise
You would read confessions of my heart –
My prize would be your gentle smile...”
“I’d take you to the mountains at night
To listen sighs of trees and flowers,
To watch gleaming stars wrapped in velvet of skies
Where the nightingales are singing of love.
Our summer bed would be this gentle grass,
Our curtains are spruces’ boughs,
I’d make love to you under these stars,
You’d say, “this woman has stolen my soul…”
I would say, “I can’t help it, my treasure,
I have lived without love for so long…
I want to sin with you right now and ever,
God would sure forgive us. Both!”
May 8, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
My Soul’s wandering all day today…
She didn’t talk at all, she didn’t dream…
I asked “What’s wrong”- she wouldn’t say,
I know her well, I think, she’s falling ill.
No food, no sleep, no writing,
Just pacing in the back alone…
No dreams, no fantasizing…
My heart is worried for his Soul.
I shouted at her, she started to moan,
Uncontrollable tears are falling …
“Let her cry”, I said to myself,
"Tears are cleansing souls."
I touched her and looked in her eye,
Searching for hidden answers…
She looked through her tears and then replied:
“Don’t you see, I am dying from ...love!...”
May 6, 2008
It’s raining and I am not a water lily…
My Soul wants to fly beyond the clouds
Estas Tonne’s guitar is crying in my ear…
I wish to disappear in the mist.
I wish to vanish in grayness of rain,
To become a tree or a leaf or a flower…
Instead, I have become a tear,
It’s running slowly, leaving a watery scar…
I miss your inspiring presence,
My soul’s looking for her mate
She misses your nightly caresses…
She is lost in grayness of rain.
May 3, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Your tears are the pearls of light,
A gift to all who could fly higher.
Your soul doesn't need my touch -
I am in every tear drop you cry.
I won't leave you alone in the rain
I'll keep you warm and hold you tight...
Your gentle smile appeared to me,
You’re not a tree, a leaf or a flower.
You are a rainbow, full of colors,
Shining in the dark of night.
I'll touch your hand and I'll say
I'm not here for a day but I'm forever.”
"If I am your Rainbow,
You are my gentle cloud
To lean upon, to giggle in your ear,
To kiss your tender cheek,
To tease your, sparely, my dear!
Summer’s rainbow is a rare sight,
I am craving Cloud’s attention…
Don’t forget to notice next time,
How Cloud caresses his Rainbow."
May 3, 2008
I am pressing my lips against your closed eyes,
I hold you close to feel the beating of your heart,
I am hugging you gently from behind,
Kissing your neck while brushing your hair.
You are taking my both hands,
Holding them without saying words…
I’ve read in your eyes what you didn’t say,
You don’t want me to leave anymore…
My heart gave away clandestine thoughts:
I am happy you found me, dearest …
I feel safe when I feel your caresses,
I love the way you brush my hair…
May 5, 2007
I will keep your precious gift
In the deepest part of my soul
That no one could harm or steal,
Your beauty is mine to behold…
You are the water to satisfy my thirst,
You are the fountain of my lips…
You are the keeper of my sword –
You may save me or ...kill.
If ever I’d use that blade
I’d take poison a minute later...
Our lifeless bodies would lie
In an old crypt of Verona –
We were together in Life,
Forever together in Death…
Your fountain of love
Should never be concealed
Keep it in the open, my heart,
For all to admire and to see…
The world is a better place
By seeing more beauty and grace.
May 4, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
You are my Signore Alighieri,
I am your Bice Portinari,
I will keep you in my heart forever
Until I close my eyes for the final time…
When we met on the bridge in Florence
I said “Bongiorno, Signore Alighieri”
I have planted my love in your heart,
You’ve accepted and let it grow…
You taught the world about true Love,
Its patience, purity, desires…
I know, I’ve watched you from above,
And stayed with you through all your troubles…
I couldn’t protect you from the evil,
Yet, I was with you each night in every dream –
From the day we met in Ponte Vecchio
Until you were buried in Ravenna…
“Siete il mio Signore Alighieri,
Sono la vostra Bice Portinari,
Vi manterrò nel mio cuore
Fino a che non chiuda i miei occhi
Su questo mondo
Per ultima volta…”
"Siete arrivata come regalo inaspettato
Tanto che non ero pronto a riceverti
Uno schiantarsi di luce fragile e chiara
Un cesto colmo di colori di cielo ammantato..."
May 4, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I made an agreement
A while back
That drives some people mad:
She’s free to come to visit
Any day or time,
My door is always open,
So is my mind;
She’s free to be around,
Evening, day or night
As long as she wouldn’t
Corrupt my mind,
She has to be quiet,
And know her place,
Be patient and calm
Sharing my space.
She must to behave
And act like a friend:
Respect my rules,
Respect my game.
When you are not
In the position
To choose or change –
Except circumstances with
And then ...dictate!
November 2, 2001
Friday, May 2, 2008
I think friendship, like any connection between the two human beings, is a commitment; it has to be equal and mutually pleasant. Like any bond, friendship is about sharing and not about taking without giving something in return…
“What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies”
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, British poet, XIX century:
“Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts or measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.”
Thursday, May 1, 2008
The moon is a round piece of gold,
The skies are velvet underneath,
The air is crispy and cold –
Too cold to dream, too cold to breath.
Yet, perfect to counting stars,
Perfect for minds to wander,
Flying away and far
Into the Universe’ winter.
"Too cold", -- whispers my Soul,
“It's time to return,
Back to Earth, to a dying fireplace,
To take a familiar human form,
To recognize familiar space.”
* * *
My mind, half asleep, half awake,
Half-recognizing familiar space
Would search for stars and moons again
In the Universe of my fireplace...
January 3, 2001
Everything is known to the Stars:
My past, my future, current thoughts…
To something that is made of dust,
How could one trust?
I’ve trusted someone once again,
I could be once again betrayed,
I will not know it unless I take a chance…
I’ve got to be intuitive and brave.
Peacemaking between what I love
And what I want is always a battle,
Today however, I don’t mind it at all,
Whether I win or be toppled.
I know, every day cannot be great
To everyone’s pleasure and taste,
If it was, one couldn’t appreciate that…
I’m writing this one off - to experience!!
I won’t get angry over matters
I cannot control,
My mantra for today will be “whatever”,
“I want no part of it at all”!
Tomorrow’s another day,
I want to make it very clear:
We know each other quite long,
I think I’m interested, my dear…
I am a veritable magnet at the moment –
Magnets attract all sorts of things,
I’ve got to be certain (for that fact alone!)
I don’t attract something I don’t intend to keep.
Just as I thought I’d get some rest
A certain someone sent an invitation…
I think I’ll accept it and go ahead –
I’ll get enough of sleep when I am dead!
It’s all about my looks and its impact:
If I am satisfied with looks, I’m feeling fine,
If I feel fine, it influence my act!
My body was and is my sacred shrine.
"To One NYC Artist"
Your image encountered so briefly,
It didn’t stay in my memory’s eyes…
Who are you, stranger, please tell me –
An actor or a jester in disguise?
What makes you happy?
What drives you mad?
Would you let into your heart
A brand new friend?
Not remembering you at all,
I made my own sketch in my mind
Based on your words, the sound of voice,
Here’s your portrait, gentle and kind:
Your fingers are thin and cold
Yet, strong and demanding,
Your eyes could see into one’s soul,
Kind but commanding.
I’ve sensed you are soft and unsure,
Delicate yet determined…
Your body is frail, your mind is pure,
You’re wanted by all and …misinterpreted…
March 5, 2008
There are things that make me blissful:
Gentle weather, soaring skies,
Early spring’s delicate whispers,
Warm evenings, starry nights.
When people are pleasant,
When the moods are right,
New friends are not pretenders,
Not showy, but warm and kind.
When everything goes as planned –
All trains and buses are on time,
Pilots are handsome, drivers are pleasant,
No thunderstorms before the flight.
When people are a bit old-fashioned –
Trustful, simple and try to oblige,
When men are protective and gentle,
And wives are as sweet as home-made fudge!
Feb. 9, 2008