Mrs Right&MrWrong

Non c’è niente come la donna giusta per farti sentire l’uomo sbagliato.

There is nothing like the right woman to make you feel the wrong man.

(Ivan dalla Mea)

– e viceversa –

(M.K.)

LIVINGWOMEN

Non c’è niente come la donna giusta per farti sentire l’uomo sbagliato.

There is nothing like the right woman to make you feel the wrong man.

– e viceversa –

“Roses”

See today I’m having one of them days where
I just don’t want to be bothered,
but it seems like you can’t understand that because it’s your way or no way,
but check this out
And I’m really,  really sick and tired of you steppin’ into my little box
When I just don’t want to be bothered okay,  so check this out.

I’ve had my ways, and I’ve had my share of ups and downs.
I’ve been in trouble, and I couldn’t tell my ups from downs
I’ve been your baby,  and I don’t know why it don’t seems like that no more

welcome to this new definition of love:

It ain’t all roses hey,
flowers imposing hey
said it…

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Gates&Roses…Cancelli e Rose…

Le cose da sistemare sono rimaste al loro posto sulla scrivania.

Ma oggi finalmente soffia una brezza leggera,

finalmente ho potuto spalancare le finestre di casa.

Io mi apro al mio mondo, apro il cancello del mio Giardino Segreto:

non mi serve la chiave, devo soltanto spingere forte.

Vado a spasso fra le rose, oggi.

Il profumo inebriante mi riempie la testa come una nebbiolina leggera

e mi confondo in un sogno che è fatto delle mie fantasie,

come da bambina.

E come siamo fuori da tutto io e le più preziose amiche mie.
Così eteree da essere irraggiungibili.
Eppure le nostre passioni sono così evidenti e terrene;
chissà..siamo qui ma la nostra vita vera sembra sempre
svolgersi "altrove".
Verrà a prenderci per mano qualcuno un giorno, nel nostro Giardino Segreto?
 

Gates & Roses…

Things to arrange are still left on the writing desk in its stead.
Finally today a gentle breeze blows, finally I could open the windows wide
I open up to my world, I open up the gate of my Secret Garden:
no need of the key, I only have to push heavily
I’ll  take a stroll among the roses, today.
The vertiginous smell fills up my head just like a light mist
and I am feeling lost in  a dream, like I’ve been as a little girl.
And how far from this world am I and my most precious friends.
So ethereal to become unapproachable.
Eitherway our passions are so unmistakable and earthy;
who knows…we are here but we always seem to belong ‘elsewhere’.
Will someone ever come and take our hand
someday
within our Secret Garden?