Natalie Bisso
I believe
I believe in a bright moment of love,
In the hearts and souls of the touch,
And what’s in the beans of fate
Providence will be found, after all.
Yes! I believe that love is pure!
She lives without knowing the troubles,
And just from scratch
He floats, giving himself to someone.
I know that love is not evil,
She lives a good-natured life.,
Floating on the tip of an oar,
He draws with a water brush.
Oh, how I wish I could do it again –
To meet her face to face…
with Her Majesty: LOVE,
To unravel her secret.
AND THE SOUL MUST BE PROTECTED
And the soul must be protected,
After all, the earthly world cannot be remade.
And there will be many meetings in life,
Not everything is within reasonable limits.
Of course, there are no saints in the world,
And girls are sinful, and guys,
There are no recipes for everything simple,
As there are no excuses for sins.
As they say here and there:
A test was sent from heaven.
Or is the load at all beyond your years?
Become stronger through suffering!
IF THERE IS SPRING IN THE HEART
I dream of spring day and night,
I dream about her even in my dreams,
And the moon smiles through the curtains again,
And he persuaded me to fall in love with spring again.
Such nightingale thrills ring,
That the heart is bursting out,
And the smells excite and intoxicate,
And teases the excited soul.
But is it possible, having lived for many years,
To fall in love with spring, to believe in a fairy tale again,
Turning my head and my husband ‘s head,
To catch moments of wonder without fear?
To shake the hearts of a calm rhythm,
And plunge into the storm of revelations,
To cling to the embrace with a whisper of prayers,
Embark on a journey of wonderful adventures?
Ah! My heartfelt motive is finding again,
Having overcome both years and sorrows,
My husband and I were blessed with new happiness,
So that we don’t upset him in any way.
LIKE NO ONE EVER
Let the stars fall in a circle instead of leaving the universe,
Let the lavender heat instantly descend on the planet and fill it!
My “I”, forever captivated by will and sweet lust,
Just dreaming here: “Someday I’ll be with you!”
There is no more pleasant feeling! Calm my rebellious soul!
If it’s a sin to love like that, then I’ve been sick and sinned by this sin for a long time!
I just hope for your attention and your snow-white smile.,
I licked my wounds with sinful wine.
With all my pure soul, I love you for being a kind soul!
Oh, why did God reward me with such a sinful fall?
Give me your flawless image, playful eyes.
I love you as no one has ever loved anyone and no one!
I will atone for all my sins; I have sinned a lot here!
The sources will rotate in a circle… I lived with a secret hope…
in amazement I will tell the stars about the new plot,
That I love you as much as no one has ever loved you!
Chorus:
I worship you with the purity of my sinful soul!
Your voice, your laughter are second to none,
I have long since reached the highest bliss, akin to.
You are my light! You are my God! My life, my refuge and my sin!
APPEAL TO THE SOUL
My soul, you are strong and brave,
Have you seen adversity and sorrow,
Without wasting energy on the taste of condemnation,
Keep to yourself what the Gods have bequeathed.
Take care of the silence of forgiveness,
And peace of mind within yourself,
And do not let confusion
into your temple of the soul, great and holy
To the World Poetry Fraternity
I sing the glory of the poetic brotherhood,
Uniting all the people of the Earth,
The words of poets are eternal wealth,
How much happiness these lines have brought.
And everyone who strive for perfection
And words, and actions, in life and destiny,
Experiencing true bliss
On the poetic world ship.
I sing the glory of the poetic brotherhood,
The Creator know where things were going,
The words of poets are eternal wealth,
They make sense and faith in the truth is bright.
STAY HUMAN
Different roads lead us to this world,
Judas also passed his way in the world.
To be born a human is a miracle,
To remain a human being is work!
Without having time to read the whole prayer,
You become a target, as if in a shooting gallery,
To remain a man in a sinful world,
Where a shot in the black is the norm or revenge.
But everyone is free to choose their own path,
to live with dignity, with love and for the good,
Carry your cross without jumping and with courage,
To breathe deeply, without being afraid.
WAKE UP, HUMANITY
Wake up from your sleep, Humanity!
It is unlikely that the Earth will heal the scars,
Those that have become like wounds are evidence,
In them, the deeds of people will bare.
Wake up, realize all the mistakes,
And look at yourself from above,
Realize that our world, though it is shaky,
Deserves the kindness of Humanity.
Wake up for a new, bright,
And for the unsung future!
WAKE UP
I would sing a song about heroes,
Yes, alas, there were no heroes,
Humanity is building glory
On bones, on love – it didn’t come true.
Wake up, holy and bright,
Human in Humanity!
Wake up from sleep and ignorance
And bring your tenderness into the dark world.
Stretch out your hand to help your neighbor
And you will know the holy truth.
A STRANGE AGE
Some strange faces
Flash in the crowd of everyday,
Someone can’t sleep all night,
From strange nervous smiles.
Some alien phrases
The ether is filled instantly,
The rhinestones shine with hostility,
They scan like an X-ray.
Brilliant points of light,
Drilling through arrows,
All aiming at the poet,
Dancing the tarantella.
Sliding strange hands,
They will clear other people’s pockets,
Someone is in terrible agony
Heal other people’s wounds.
And again strange phrases
They sound from the cherished Nirvana,
Vases are smashed to pieces-
The Facets of a strange era.
That is the stream of Kali-yuga rushing,
Replacing centuries with sins,
He, snowy white blizzards
It will fill up with other people’s sands.
Stinking, suffocating air
Filled the fairway of the universe,
Compressing the soul of the casing
Strangles you frankly.
And you’re still trying to survive,
To see a ray of light in the dark,
And look a little red,
Leaving himself to posterity.
“Tarantella” – according to one of the legends – is an Italian folk dance, born from the ritual of cleansing the soul and body from the disease of insanity.
Kali Yuga is the fourth of the four epochs, in the Hindu time cycle. It is characterized by a decline in morality, since the good in the world decreases to one quarter of the original state per century.
Variants of interpretation are “the age of the demon Kali”, “the Iron Age”, “the age of discord”.
JUST
It’s just that I miss you …
A warm evening smells of lilac,
And invitingly meeting lovers,
A nightingale crooning gasps,
A May evening, spring without being embarrassed.
May evening and a branch of lilac,
We inhale the scents of flowers,
You lightly touched knees,
And a hot desire embraced,
There are shadows on the green grass.
Your touch is so welcome.
It’s just that I’m flying into the Woter with my head,
Just, I can hear your breathing.
It turned out to be my fate,
Then, in love with me, your confession.
It’s just that I miss you,
Every hour without you is no joy to me,
I’m drawing our meeting in my dreams,
And I hide a careless weakness,
Letting go into the hustle and bustle of the city.
