I love very much Celentano's songs, most of them are very nice and funny.
These songs I would like to dedicate to the best of men I ever knew.
Ti amo, ti voglio bene, venti-quattro mila baci, amore mio. Enjoy them.
NewLove
One day one man said to me:"You are always opened for the new love, it's great!" I answered him: "Sure, cause the old one seemed to not be mine"
For those who are in a new love this clip of Uspenskaya "I'm losing myself" with word for word translation from russian.I love this song very much.
Mama, God knews, that I’m not drunk,
I’m not alone and I’m not in a simple love
Only I’m losing my head
I’m losing my head
Mama, don’t cry, or look out for trouble
The silly questions- what I do, where I’m
I’m losing my head
The night I’m losing my head
I’m looking at him and I know that I’m losing myself
I know nothing about him, but I’m losing myself
Without him my life is strange and not mine
I’m losing myself
I would like to sing under the guitare
But I’m losing myself
It’s devil’s work, I think, that I’m losing myself
It’ll be better to me to cry, but I’m so happy of this
The wheel of my past life goes downhill
I’m losing my head
I’m laughing and losing my head
I’m looking at him and I know that I’m losing myself
I know nothing about him, but I’m losing myself
Without him my life is strange and not mine
I’m losing myself
For those who are in a new love this clip of Uspenskaya "I'm losing myself" with word for word translation from russian.I love this song very much.
Mama, God knews, that I’m not drunk,
I’m not alone and I’m not in a simple love
Only I’m losing my head
I’m losing my head
Mama, don’t cry, or look out for trouble
The silly questions- what I do, where I’m
I’m losing my head
The night I’m losing my head
I’m looking at him and I know that I’m losing myself
I know nothing about him, but I’m losing myself
Without him my life is strange and not mine
I’m losing myself
I would like to sing under the guitare
But I’m losing myself
It’s devil’s work, I think, that I’m losing myself
It’ll be better to me to cry, but I’m so happy of this
The wheel of my past life goes downhill
I’m losing my head
I’m laughing and losing my head
I’m looking at him and I know that I’m losing myself
I know nothing about him, but I’m losing myself
Without him my life is strange and not mine
I’m losing myself
MeetingWithThePast
The days of love. They are always with us, in our memory, in our heart. The most beautiful moments of our life that we have to remember, that we have to recognize.
Days ago I was going to the health-resort, it’s situated far from my place and I had to get in coach first, then in train. When I came to the coach station I saw there my ex-boy-friend who loved me very dearly but me I was always perfectly indifferent to him. It was unrequited love. He is a sportsman, tall, very handsome, with nice smile and very kind. Since our last meeting have passed many months. He was with his girl-friend or may be wife, I don’t know. I was sitting on the bench when he was coming up to the other one. When I saw him approaching I put my sun-glasses and pretended to not know him. I felt his look at me and for the first time I was not quite myself. I prayed God that he wouldn’t go up to me. The time was dragging on, I wanted to get into the coach too quickly as it was possible. At last the passengers were going to take into the bus, me too. When I stopped near to bus, he approached to me and said: “Hi, Lena, I’m so glad to meet you. You’re cool as usual.” Me: “Thanks. About you I can’t say the same. You don’t look well.” He smiled and suddenly put his arm round my neck, bended forward to my ear and whispered: “Lena, I wish you every health. It’s so important, I know well” and he kissed me in a cheek so unexpectedly that I began to smile. But that moment I saw a look of his girl-friend, she was so angry of her jealousy that I began to laugh and I allowed me one foolish thing: I touched his curly hair, slided my fingers in, bended his head to my mouth and whispered in the ear: “Thank you very much. You’re so kind. But in advance don’t behave yourself so to your girl. She’s very jealous” and I kissed him too. His lady was ready to attack both of us. It was so funny. When we got into the bus the very beautiful song began to sound, the music about the past love with the title just for that moment: “All is reminiscent of you”. But here I want to put the song of Lubov Uspenskaya “Karussel” cause it is just about our relations. She sings in russian, of course, but I made the gist in english:
It was a short romance of my love
It was a beautiful illusion, the play of shadows
The caravan of chance days is gone forward
Nobody knows where they were on the wane.
It was a captivating attraction
Nobody joked so well as we did - he and I
For fun he made me take the empty carriage
For fun I went away, in train, the night.
I’m not the same as I was the other days
Long ago I realized that the love is only the play
All I couldn’t forget, I have to do
But for some reason I want to remember it.
It was a very nice attraction
Nobody joked so well as we did - he and I
And the night platform was left behind
Where he waved me good-bye.
Days ago I was going to the health-resort, it’s situated far from my place and I had to get in coach first, then in train. When I came to the coach station I saw there my ex-boy-friend who loved me very dearly but me I was always perfectly indifferent to him. It was unrequited love. He is a sportsman, tall, very handsome, with nice smile and very kind. Since our last meeting have passed many months. He was with his girl-friend or may be wife, I don’t know. I was sitting on the bench when he was coming up to the other one. When I saw him approaching I put my sun-glasses and pretended to not know him. I felt his look at me and for the first time I was not quite myself. I prayed God that he wouldn’t go up to me. The time was dragging on, I wanted to get into the coach too quickly as it was possible. At last the passengers were going to take into the bus, me too. When I stopped near to bus, he approached to me and said: “Hi, Lena, I’m so glad to meet you. You’re cool as usual.” Me: “Thanks. About you I can’t say the same. You don’t look well.” He smiled and suddenly put his arm round my neck, bended forward to my ear and whispered: “Lena, I wish you every health. It’s so important, I know well” and he kissed me in a cheek so unexpectedly that I began to smile. But that moment I saw a look of his girl-friend, she was so angry of her jealousy that I began to laugh and I allowed me one foolish thing: I touched his curly hair, slided my fingers in, bended his head to my mouth and whispered in the ear: “Thank you very much. You’re so kind. But in advance don’t behave yourself so to your girl. She’s very jealous” and I kissed him too. His lady was ready to attack both of us. It was so funny. When we got into the bus the very beautiful song began to sound, the music about the past love with the title just for that moment: “All is reminiscent of you”. But here I want to put the song of Lubov Uspenskaya “Karussel” cause it is just about our relations. She sings in russian, of course, but I made the gist in english:
It was a short romance of my love
It was a beautiful illusion, the play of shadows
The caravan of chance days is gone forward
Nobody knows where they were on the wane.
It was a captivating attraction
Nobody joked so well as we did - he and I
For fun he made me take the empty carriage
For fun I went away, in train, the night.
I’m not the same as I was the other days
Long ago I realized that the love is only the play
All I couldn’t forget, I have to do
But for some reason I want to remember it.
It was a very nice attraction
Nobody joked so well as we did - he and I
And the night platform was left behind
Where he waved me good-bye.
MisMilFaces/ PrivateStories
It’s not a secret that every day for all of us is very rich for different events in our private life.
These stories happened recently to me. They are very funny, tell about our russian reality. I hope you’ll like it if you can get their gist of course.
These stories happened recently to me. They are very funny, tell about our russian reality. I hope you’ll like it if you can get their gist of course.
***
Days ago I was hurrying up to my work-place as I had the rendez-vous there. I went there on foot, the day was rather cold for summer, and me I was in long skirt, t-shirt, jean-jacket and middle-heeled shoes, in one hand there was my bag and in another one I had a pocket with papers. So, going my own way, suddenly I heard behind me the conversation of two men, they were speaking loud about me. Let they be FM (first man) and SM (second man). Untill the end of their talk I didn’t turn at voices cause it was very interesting to know the curious things about my personnality. Sometimes they used the non-standart words in my adresse but here I’ll tell all in literary style of course. Here you are.
FM: Look, what a nice girl is going in front of us, she has a very fine figure.
SM: Why do you think that she’s a girl. I’m sure she’s an aged woman and more an old one.
FM: Oh, no, you’re not right. If she was aged or old she wouldn’t have so rapid gait in heels. SM: But look her hair, there are so many grey hairs and it shows that she has colored her head long time ago yet. And as for rapid gait the aged women always walk in half-bent, so I don’t wonder that she is walking so.
FM: No, you see, she holds her back so straight, well, I assure you, she’s not old. More I think that she does dances or some sports.
SM: Oof, as all aged women she has a back-pains and has to put the corset on which make her back so straight. You see, I’ll like to watch her dancing, it would be the real show, haaaa.
FM: But she moves her hips as the young girls do it.
SM: You wanted to say as the street-walkers do it, didn’t you?
FM: Oh, you think that she’s so? I’m not sure. She’s stylish, she has a very expensive bag, her clothes are not Made in China-Town. And at last she’s a very self-confident, look. You see I think that you’re right she’s a woman, not a girl. And to tell the truth I’m almost falling in love with her. How old is she?
SM: About 45-50...
FM: Noooooo, I should give her 25-35.
SM: Of course, the man in love, can he face the truth?
FM: Haaaaaaa. You’re right. What she is, how d’you think?
SM: If I say it to you you won’t be so happy, haaaaa.
FM: What? Do you know this woman?
SM: I’m not crazy as you’re. But if you are so interested in her, why you don’t want to ask her about it?
FM: I don’t know if I can.....
You know, I was smiling during all their talk, but at last I have to turn to the other street and not being sure they would follow me, I stopped very abruptly and without turn I pronounced:
“Hey, guys? Are you sure that you want to look at me? I’m so afraid you can be turned into two silly stones!” They were yet close to me, I turned to them and asked in laugh: “Well, here I am. As I’ve got, you have something to tell me? I’m ready to listen to you.”
FM and SM: Hello, how are you getting on?
SM: I didn’t expect that you’re so charming.
Me: You see, the grey hair, the half-bent walk, the back corset and my job of street-walker help me to be in fine form, indeed.
SM: Sorry, I beg your pardon for those words.
Me: Oh, it’s OK, it was rather funny to know it about myself.
FM: I was right. May I enquire as to your plans for now?
Me: I’m hurrying to my work up.
FM: Do you need the company. We’re at your disposal.
Me: No, thanks a lot. My ‘company’ is just waiting for me. Hey, look forward, the very nice girl is going in front. If you are hurry up, you can catch up with her and continue your useful guess-work. Good luck and nice day.
(In two days I met them in one cafe, we talked a little)
Days ago I was hurrying up to my work-place as I had the rendez-vous there. I went there on foot, the day was rather cold for summer, and me I was in long skirt, t-shirt, jean-jacket and middle-heeled shoes, in one hand there was my bag and in another one I had a pocket with papers. So, going my own way, suddenly I heard behind me the conversation of two men, they were speaking loud about me. Let they be FM (first man) and SM (second man). Untill the end of their talk I didn’t turn at voices cause it was very interesting to know the curious things about my personnality. Sometimes they used the non-standart words in my adresse but here I’ll tell all in literary style of course. Here you are.
FM: Look, what a nice girl is going in front of us, she has a very fine figure.
SM: Why do you think that she’s a girl. I’m sure she’s an aged woman and more an old one.
FM: Oh, no, you’re not right. If she was aged or old she wouldn’t have so rapid gait in heels. SM: But look her hair, there are so many grey hairs and it shows that she has colored her head long time ago yet. And as for rapid gait the aged women always walk in half-bent, so I don’t wonder that she is walking so.
FM: No, you see, she holds her back so straight, well, I assure you, she’s not old. More I think that she does dances or some sports.
SM: Oof, as all aged women she has a back-pains and has to put the corset on which make her back so straight. You see, I’ll like to watch her dancing, it would be the real show, haaaa.
FM: But she moves her hips as the young girls do it.
SM: You wanted to say as the street-walkers do it, didn’t you?
FM: Oh, you think that she’s so? I’m not sure. She’s stylish, she has a very expensive bag, her clothes are not Made in China-Town. And at last she’s a very self-confident, look. You see I think that you’re right she’s a woman, not a girl. And to tell the truth I’m almost falling in love with her. How old is she?
SM: About 45-50...
FM: Noooooo, I should give her 25-35.
SM: Of course, the man in love, can he face the truth?
FM: Haaaaaaa. You’re right. What she is, how d’you think?
SM: If I say it to you you won’t be so happy, haaaaa.
FM: What? Do you know this woman?
SM: I’m not crazy as you’re. But if you are so interested in her, why you don’t want to ask her about it?
FM: I don’t know if I can.....
You know, I was smiling during all their talk, but at last I have to turn to the other street and not being sure they would follow me, I stopped very abruptly and without turn I pronounced:
“Hey, guys? Are you sure that you want to look at me? I’m so afraid you can be turned into two silly stones!” They were yet close to me, I turned to them and asked in laugh: “Well, here I am. As I’ve got, you have something to tell me? I’m ready to listen to you.”
FM and SM: Hello, how are you getting on?
SM: I didn’t expect that you’re so charming.
Me: You see, the grey hair, the half-bent walk, the back corset and my job of street-walker help me to be in fine form, indeed.
SM: Sorry, I beg your pardon for those words.
Me: Oh, it’s OK, it was rather funny to know it about myself.
FM: I was right. May I enquire as to your plans for now?
Me: I’m hurrying to my work up.
FM: Do you need the company. We’re at your disposal.
Me: No, thanks a lot. My ‘company’ is just waiting for me. Hey, look forward, the very nice girl is going in front. If you are hurry up, you can catch up with her and continue your useful guess-work. Good luck and nice day.
(In two days I met them in one cafe, we talked a little)
***
You see it’s funny but in our country they adress to the women of service sector, of any age, as ‘devushka’ = ‘girl’ (the equivalent adressing form in english is ‘miss’), very rare, but more true of course, to use the form ‘zhenshchyna’=’woman’ for those who are in age yet (the equivalent adressing english form is ‘missis’). And there are women who feel themselves offended if one adresses to them as ‘zhenshchina’. And I can’t explain why. For me it’s always strange to hear when one adresses in a shop or other public places to the aged and old sales-woman: ”Devushka, I would like....., please”. Me and my sister we use always the form according the age of actors. So I have done this preambule to understand the other story.
It happened in bus. I was there with my sister, we were going to her place. We were very tired and wanted to be at home as quickly as it was possible, so the first bus had come, we took it. My sister wasn’t sure that the bus stopped near her house and she adressed to the ticket-seller to know where we would have to get out. The woman who sold tickets was about 45, a little plump as all aged women, with very hard make-up, well dressed. All passagers giving money adressed to her: “Devushka, please”. And when my sister said: “Zhenshchina, tell us, please, where we have to get out to reach the ...street”. First she didn’t turned at her voice. My sister repeted her question more louder and impatiently. So the ticket-seller looked very angry at her, then turned her head in an other side and such way was speaking with my sister: “You have to get out in three stations, ZHEN-SHCHI-NA!” My sister thanked her, then turned to me and said: “Do you think I have said anything wrong?” Me: “It looks like that! Don’t you see that she’s very young for her ages???” And we both began to laugh. When we reached our station, my sister got out first in silence, me I was after her. Before to get out, I turned to this woman, smiled to her and said: “Devushka, thanks again! Nice day!” And she smiled too with “Spassibo”! My sister to me: “What a caustic tongue you have!” “Me??????? The only thing I want that she’ll be happy, always young and rare meet the woman like you, my dear SIS-TER!” And again we began to laugh.
You see it’s funny but in our country they adress to the women of service sector, of any age, as ‘devushka’ = ‘girl’ (the equivalent adressing form in english is ‘miss’), very rare, but more true of course, to use the form ‘zhenshchyna’=’woman’ for those who are in age yet (the equivalent adressing english form is ‘missis’). And there are women who feel themselves offended if one adresses to them as ‘zhenshchina’. And I can’t explain why. For me it’s always strange to hear when one adresses in a shop or other public places to the aged and old sales-woman: ”Devushka, I would like....., please”. Me and my sister we use always the form according the age of actors. So I have done this preambule to understand the other story.
It happened in bus. I was there with my sister, we were going to her place. We were very tired and wanted to be at home as quickly as it was possible, so the first bus had come, we took it. My sister wasn’t sure that the bus stopped near her house and she adressed to the ticket-seller to know where we would have to get out. The woman who sold tickets was about 45, a little plump as all aged women, with very hard make-up, well dressed. All passagers giving money adressed to her: “Devushka, please”. And when my sister said: “Zhenshchina, tell us, please, where we have to get out to reach the ...street”. First she didn’t turned at her voice. My sister repeted her question more louder and impatiently. So the ticket-seller looked very angry at her, then turned her head in an other side and such way was speaking with my sister: “You have to get out in three stations, ZHEN-SHCHI-NA!” My sister thanked her, then turned to me and said: “Do you think I have said anything wrong?” Me: “It looks like that! Don’t you see that she’s very young for her ages???” And we both began to laugh. When we reached our station, my sister got out first in silence, me I was after her. Before to get out, I turned to this woman, smiled to her and said: “Devushka, thanks again! Nice day!” And she smiled too with “Spassibo”! My sister to me: “What a caustic tongue you have!” “Me??????? The only thing I want that she’ll be happy, always young and rare meet the woman like you, my dear SIS-TER!” And again we began to laugh.
***
In my town there are a lot of tatars. Very often old tatar women take me for one of them and begin to speak to me their language in bus, in street, in shop. I know some phrases in it, but the principal one is “sorry, I don’t understand you’ or ‘I don’t speak it’. One time when I said this phrase to the woman who had asked me the way she began to scold me saying: “It’s impossible! How don’t you speak your mother tongue, shameless?” I’m smiled to her and answered that I wasn’t tatar. She looked at me very attentively and concluded: “Yes, you’re not one of us!” I smiled and replied in tatar: “Thank you very much, it was very interesting to know it. Bye!” and went away. And this woman cried to my back: “But you’re very nice girl!” in tatar of course. Some days ago I was ending to talk in Skype with my friend and suddenly the unknown person asked me to authorize him. I did it and we began to chat. He talked me in very familiar manner that first I thought he knowed me. But it wasn’t so as I have understood few later when he said that he wanted to look at me. As I didn’t like the idea to give him my photo I sent him to visit my blog and I hoped that he wouldn’t return to chat. But he did it and then wrote me: “Oh, you look like arabian woman!” Me: “What? No!!!!!!!!” He: “Oh, darling, YES! Looking at your photo I could say that you rather like an arabe!” Me: “Thanks a lot! But I’m russian. As I see you know well arabian women!” He: “Yes, I’m from Algere, and I love russian women”. Me: “Oh, I see!!!!!!!! And me, you know, I love the russian language very much!” But I was chatting to him in franglais (he doesn’t good in both) not in arabian (in it I’m zero at all).
AboutLove
This poem of Susan Polis Schults a very nice and give some good ideas for loving hearts to be together for ever.
LOVE IS
“Love is being happy for the other person when they are happy..
being sad for the person when they are sad..
being together on good times and being together in bad times..
Love is the source of strength.
Love is being honest with yourself at all times..
being honest with the other person at all times..
and never pretending..
Love is the source of reality.
Love is an understanding that is so complete that..
you feel as if you are a part of the other person..
accepting the other person just the way they are..
and not trying to change them to be something else..
Love is the source of unity.
Love is the freedom to pursue your own desires..
while sharing your experience with the other person..
the growth of the one individuel alongside of
and together with the growth of another individuel..
Love is the source of success.
Love is the excitement of planning things together..
Love is the source of the future.
Love is the fury of the storm..
the calm of the rainbow..
Love is the source of passion.
Love is giving and taking in a daily situation..
being patient with each other's needs and desires..
Love is the source of sharing.
Love is knowing that the other person
will always be with you regardless of what happens..
missing the other person when they are away..
but remaining near at all times.
Love is the source of life."
LOVE IS
“Love is being happy for the other person when they are happy..
being sad for the person when they are sad..
being together on good times and being together in bad times..
Love is the source of strength.
Love is being honest with yourself at all times..
being honest with the other person at all times..
and never pretending..
Love is the source of reality.
Love is an understanding that is so complete that..
you feel as if you are a part of the other person..
accepting the other person just the way they are..
and not trying to change them to be something else..
Love is the source of unity.
Love is the freedom to pursue your own desires..
while sharing your experience with the other person..
the growth of the one individuel alongside of
and together with the growth of another individuel..
Love is the source of success.
Love is the excitement of planning things together..
Love is the source of the future.
Love is the fury of the storm..
the calm of the rainbow..
Love is the source of passion.
Love is giving and taking in a daily situation..
being patient with each other's needs and desires..
Love is the source of sharing.
Love is knowing that the other person
will always be with you regardless of what happens..
missing the other person when they are away..
but remaining near at all times.
Love is the source of life."
Friend or pal
What do you think about friendship?
To have friends it’s very nice. Without them our life would be very dull and boring. But there are friends and friends and we have to know with whom we can simply laugh and whom we can confide in. More I’m sure that we can have many pals but only one true friend in the life. There are a lot of proverbs and maxims about friends and friendship. Some time ago I have received the letter in french with different portraits of true friend and pal. It was rather interesting to know it. Now you too have a nice chance to know if your friend is true or you’re only pals. May be you have your own opinion about it, so you’re welcome to do your list of friendship.
- Un simple copain, quand il vient chez toi, agit comme un invité.
- Un véritable ami ouvre ton frigo et se sert.
- Un simple copain ne t'as jamais vu pleurer.
- Un véritable ami a les épaules trempées de tes larmes.
- Un simple copain ne connaît pas les prénoms de tes parents.
- Un véritable ami a leurs numéros de téléphone dans son carnet d'adresses.
- Un simple copain apporte une bouteille de vin à tes fêtes.
- Un véritable ami arrive tôt pour t'aider à cuisiner et reste tard pour t'aider à nettoyer.
- Un simple copain déteste quand tu appelles après qu'il soit allé se coucher.
- Un véritable ami te demande pourquoi tu as mis tant de temps à appeler.
- Un véritable ami s'informe de ta romantique histoire d'amour.
- Un simple copain pourrait te faire du chantage avec.
- Un simple copain pense que l'amitié est finie quand vous avez une dispute.
- Un véritable ami t'appelle après une dispute.
- Un simple copain s'attend que tu sois toujours là pour lui.
- Un véritable ami est toujours là pour toi.
- Un simple copain lit ce message et le supprime.
- Un véritable ami le fait passer et te le renvoie.
MyVideoPoem /PerLui
The life is done so that we not only find but also leave each other.
And it's normal.
The only thing we have to do in this situation is to know to keep the dignity and to remember it as a very nice and warm souvenir.
My poem is just about that.
I dedicate it to one man from the bottom of my loving heat.
And it's normal.
The only thing we have to do in this situation is to know to keep the dignity and to remember it as a very nice and warm souvenir.
My poem is just about that.
I dedicate it to one man from the bottom of my loving heat.
My pain quotidien
I don’t doubt that if you are asked about your favourite dish you find the answer without difficult.
When one asks me about my favourite dish I become very perplexed cause I don’t know if I have one. But my perplexity grows up when one asks me to give the recipe of some russian dish. It doesn’t mean of course that I don’t know the russian cuisine and can’t cook. Simply I don’t pay much attention to food. More, when I have a lot of work I forget about it, and it’s OK. But sometimes I have a true desire to make happy to my family with my cooking. The one thing I hate in it it’s the cooking needs much time. So if I cook I do it always very quickly but with all my love.
And when I have analized the dishes I love I found out that many of them are not russian. It’s very funny but the true. So I’ve done the hot-list of my favourite dishes. Here it is.
1. Caviar sandwich (russian)
2. Borsch (ukranian national dish)
3. Fish soup (russian)
4. Plov (uzbek)
5. Balish (tatar)
6. Fish pie (russian)
7. Pelmeni (dumplings) (chinese)
When one asks me about my favourite dish I become very perplexed cause I don’t know if I have one. But my perplexity grows up when one asks me to give the recipe of some russian dish. It doesn’t mean of course that I don’t know the russian cuisine and can’t cook. Simply I don’t pay much attention to food. More, when I have a lot of work I forget about it, and it’s OK. But sometimes I have a true desire to make happy to my family with my cooking. The one thing I hate in it it’s the cooking needs much time. So if I cook I do it always very quickly but with all my love.
And when I have analized the dishes I love I found out that many of them are not russian. It’s very funny but the true. So I’ve done the hot-list of my favourite dishes. Here it is.
1. Caviar sandwich (russian)
2. Borsch (ukranian national dish)
3. Fish soup (russian)
4. Plov (uzbek)
5. Balish (tatar)
6. Fish pie (russian)
7. Pelmeni (dumplings) (chinese)
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