My music

  

My steps,my music,

My foots and my path,

wherever  I go,

I draw just one line,

Your name and on it.

My skate rink is too weak in order to keep,

My rink is just weak in order to just see,

And follow after me,when im dancing on it so,

And follow after me,when im dancing all alone,

Because it is cold,and there is no one,

Who can hold and treat,who can make me warm,

In this cold season,with this cold reason,

My rink is too weak in order to see a dance just like this.

When im dancing,and drawing myself,

On the snow and a mirror,my face and body,

When foots got tired,and holding through shoes,

I needed just someone,who can come too close,

In order to hold,and make it too warm,

Me just for reason,me just for holding,

It was rejection,of a time and a dance,

It was a reason,of  a break up lonelliness,

Who can come and hold,and make my hand so warm,

When I am alone,on the snow like so,

My scarf is not hot,my coat is not warm,

A hands of a one,who can make it warm,

I was just drawing a face of that one,

A mirror rejected, snow just accepted,

I just stood alone,and just was waited,

For someone who will come,and make heart warm like that.

The lady

What is self treating,man once was asking,

What is love for you.She was answering,

When we love ourselves.He gave an answer,

When you'll be like that,like just an answer,

She asked once again,and just ignored that.

That was a meeting of a two in room,

Where was a banket,with wine, flowers,and a groom,

Was a nice wedding,and love in the air,

She got so engaged,that started to dance.

Once asked for a dance,from one young man with hand,

She gave it and danced,ahead with that hand,

Was it once nice smell,nearby themselves,

Was it once nice touch,through hands,just like that,

She got so engaged,just holded,just danced,

Felt herself a lady,of a dance, of that hands.

A man was in love with those cute steps of hers,

A man got engaged in her hands,like in hers,

They were looking at each other,through eye through souls,

But it was music,who drove them to that,

They took for granted the music,the rhythm,

Just felt that floor, and let them too feel that.

When music just ended,about some seconds,

they just got stucked,on stage,on that point,

And heartbeats,and touch,

And heartache and sparks,

of a room of a groom.

Forced herself too feel,

That she was a lady,of his, of a dance,

When she came along with music with hands,

Gave herself a question,can I give a  question,

To that young brave man,

She was a lady,got engaged in that,

Full, full like that when holded that hand.

And asked once again,

Lets just have a night,together again,

I can be a night,and you a stranger,

Who've holded my hands,like music, like that,

Just let me be a slaver,of your touches, of heart,

Im a lady,without nothing with blood,

Who just got engaged,in life and a night,

With a knife like that,who holds hands like that,

Let me be a partner,dance with you like that,

You're a groove and are just engaged,in me like I did,

But there was a moment,

That i was thinking,about the moment,and questions like that,

Can we be a reason,of a passion like this,

Can we be a reason,of a holdings like that,

Give me an answer,to a lady like this,

Who just got engaged in a groove like that.  

 

My bag

Looking for fashion,

Looking for a mood,

Looking for season,

Looking for good.

                        ***

The season is mine,when im in fashion,

The reasion is fine,when im in mine,

I want to find a look,in  season like wine,

Where is my fashion,the reason of mine?

How should I combine,

My bag and trousers,

When there is nothing,for me to decorate,

And the jewels on my hand,

They are not suiting as well,

My bag stood like that,on awaitings for that,

How can I look for it, when im out of that?

                          ***

The bag is an outlook,

T-shirt is covering,

Shoes are a reason,and a way for going,

Jewels are sparkels,for us for caring,

Looking for good one,looking for reasion,

There is no season,and also no muse,

Who can understand,what is that fashion,

What should I put in,inside of my bag?

When im writing,either when sewing,

I feel like nothing,with special threads,which im holding,

Im needling my bag,when im sewing it,

But when theres a time for drawing,for marks,

I cant understand for the right ones on it,

What is going on with fashion inside,

when it's not a season,when im out of it.

                       ***

It does has colors,and also sentences,

And sizes and lengths,and also beads on it,

But world is different,when its not standart,

How can I sale it,with the price of it,

What is going on when im out of it,

Why cant I draw it,for others like for me

Im not a fashion, Im not a bag,

Im just a season with bags on my back,

But world is different,when its not standart,

How can I sale it,with the price of it,

What is going on when im out of it.

               ***

Looking for fashion,

Looking for mood,

Looking for season,

Looking for good.

                  

The season is mine,when im in fashion,

The reasion is fine,when im in mine,

I want to find a look,in  season like wine,

Where is my fashion,the reason of mine?

Mine and Yours

The story of mine and Yours,

Belongs to the past of mine and yours.

 The story of mine and Your,

Belongs to the past of mine and yours.

                       ***

When im asking from the past,

About what it was,

Past is answering love it was,

When Im looking at it now,

Im answering love is it now.

Why is it so,

Past sometime is mine,

Partly yours,but when we look at,

At the future,

With full of love,

What it was,

Whose it was,

Mine or Yours,

Heart is blooming in the spring

Because of love season in it,

Nothing is happening,when

On the flower there is nothing,

Even God's cow is not coming,

But flower,oh mine im looking at us,

From backside,by showing,

That the path is mine and yours.

Whose way it was,

Path was answering,

Mine and yours,

But the future is in silence,

Path forces us to go ahead,

While we're talking,

And the wild flowers are blooming during our walking,

Whose path it was,

Now it's mine and  Yours,

My hand is asking for yours,

Yours is coming to me,

With the flowers in it,

And the sun is welcoming us,by saying,

It was  our past,

our path,

our flower,

and the flower in our past.

03.25.25

Di Maria

Heal me

 -When you are not talking,

I'm sad,

-When you are talking,

Im smiling,

-When You are talking,

Im smiling,

-What else?

When You cry

I'm dying

-What else?

-What is happening to you at that time?

-For me to smile,

You must be near,

For me to rest,

You must be near,

When I'll stop crying,

Your hands must clear them,

From my face,

When we will be sad,

We must always talk,

Because of  Your voice,

It is healing me,

-What else? 

(MALE)

It does not matter,

how it will hurt you inside,

I will heal You through my eye,

It doesn't matter,

How strong you will cry,

I'll dry your tears,

It doesn't matter where you'll be,

I'll alway be there to heal you!

It doesn't matter ,

How  strong you will cry,

I'll dry yur tears from far away,

With my kiss,

It doesn't matter where you'll be,

I'll always be there to heal you

With my voice,when you'll be  there.

Իմ սրտի ցավը

 Ոնց փնտրում եմ

Ցավ եմ գտնում

ոնց երգում եմ,

ցավ եմ լսում,

հոգուս կրակի մեջ

ցավ եմ տեսնում

բայց հենց ուզում եմ

լույսի ճրագն ինչ է 

դա էլ չեմ գտնում։

անցյալի,լուսյի,հողի,

ու կրակի,անգամ դրանց մեջ

ցավ կա,երգ կա,լաց կա 

բայց ոնց իմ մեջ դրանք գտնեմ,

որ ես չվառվեմ,

որ չքարանամ,

ար չսառչեմ,

ու տաքանամ։

Գրչիս մի թանաքը

որի գույնը սև է,

կգրի կասի, կզարդարի

ով լսի կապրի,

բայց գրչիս ցավը

ոչ ոք չի տեսնի,

ես ոնց էդ ցավը փարատեմ,

որ մի թշնամուս զարդարեմ,

որ բառով գրեմ

որ իրենց ծարավը  փարատեմ,

սիրո տոնը,որ սկսում է սիրել

սիրո տոնը, որ գալիս է առանց ուզել,

դա ցավ չունի,ոչ էլ պատասխան,

բայց երբ փորձում ես դու էլ մասնակցել,

ցավդ գալիս է, երբ դա տոն պիտի դառնա,

երբ պիտի դու գաս։

Երբ յարիս գրկեմ ու պարեմ,

ես էլ կպարեմ,

գրիչս կփայլի,սերգ կգրեմ,

սիրտս կփայլի,ցավս կմարի,

երբ յարիս գրկեմ,ու ցավս պակասի,

առանց այդ ցավի գրիչս ոնց պիտի գրի

ես էլ չգիտեմ։

Ոնց երգում եմ 

ցավ եմ լսում

ոնց փնտրում եմ

ցավ եմ լսում,բայց հենց յարիս եմ գրկում,

նրա սրտի ձայնն եմ լսում,

բայց անգամ հեռվից դա է ինձ համար սիրո երգ երգում,

ես այդ տոնին էլ ոնց չմասնակցեմ,

ոնց ուզում եմ չի լինում,

մերժում էլ ես չի լինում,

ոնց փնտրում եմ

չի գալիս,

ոնց երգում եմ,չի լսում,

ու ցավս սրտի առանց հպման՝

մենակ է մնում։

Loneliness

 

I have loneliness in my soul

When I burn in fire

without signs I burn in the ashes of fire

and without a clue until what time

and the soul screams and the body in ashes

nothing helps, but got I melt in myself.

this is loneliness and this is not paint,

this is my sadness and this is not music

this is loneliness and this is not  journey

and I got burn in it,

save me I've prayed for it.

I remember and pray, I scream and I want

but this does not help

thoughts do not leave me  when,

I begin to want, to live it

and this does not give me peace, when I begin alone

and everything kills from the outside

and inside it also kills me changing

for life is given, when you are not alone and alone

for you have to live with two

for so it was written since from the beginning.

this is loneliness and this is not paint

this is this sadness and this is not music

this is the loneliness and this is not journey

and I got burn in him,save me, I pray

and I got burn in him, save me, I pray

for living alone and enemies has not been given.

I remember and pray

I scream and want

thoughts do not leave me alone

and living alone does not leave me alone

when you scream in the desert and it does not help

alone and the wind is your enemy

alone and the wind is your friend

for this is life and you have to live like this

for this is life and you have to live like this.