NATALIE BISSO

 

 

 

My City

 

I loved this city to the depths of my soul,

And gardens at a crimson sunset,

Where the moon is like melted cheese

And the winds blow like drunken libertines.

 

And sandy random roads,

Parks, squares and spicy smells,

Leaving the snow-covered threshold in the morning,

Seeing his life in glass cases.

 

This city has already become my home.

Old streets of the way-back streets,

I am familiar with the simple decoration,

Like coins in a familiar box.

 

Like monists on the neck of a sister,

There are three rows of windows with light in the semi darkness,

They call as if to a strange world

Where secret is hidden in a special tailcoat.

 

The old city has become my favorite!

He heard the terrible rattle of the hard times,

Like in a pawnshop - a burning ruby,

It preserves the memory of previous centuries.

 

The sleeping city is washed by rains,

And caressed by the rays of dawn,

Freshness of feeling, with the excitement of the soul

I will multiply the in the poet's poems.

 

House In The Mountains

 

I'm on my own here.

I'll light the fireplace and sit in the armchair,

Let it buzz with an epiphany in the pipe,

Everything that has risen in my thoughts like a flame.

 

No need, not in a hurry now,

My path will be traversed,

The filigree of the refinement of phrases,

And it will allow you to cling to the essence.

 

Cancan Under The Violin

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A whisper ran from the wings,

Silence suddenly reigned in the hall,

And the wine sparkled in the glass,

When the artist came on stage.

And the soul took off, as in a dream,

My senses cancan danced,

The sounds of the violin were kissing everyone there,

And they drowned deceptively in wine.

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Chorus

 

Violin, you are my soul's tenderness,

Crying like a sinful eternity,

Moaning, until the aorta ruptures,

Hiding wild pride in the sounds.

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Ah, Maestro! What a virtuoso!

This half - moon world has inspired,

Suddenly touched my soul strings

Subtle sensual sound is a symbiosis.

Inhale and exhale from the violin flew,

Hastily melted away, as if under clouds,

And he fluttered in the air like moths,

A new wave gave birth to sounds again.

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And from the strings, like a violin soul,

Getting naked, so caressed with a sound,

She whispered a confession in my ear,

Oh, how good that music is!

Or sounded under the bow a moment of longing,

He was rushing like a train, wandering around the hall,

And burning hearts like fire,

Turns hugs into a vice.

 

NATALIE BISSO

 

NATALIE BISSO: Poet, novelist. She is the author of 13 books. The poems have been translated into 45 languages. Honorary Figure of World Literature and Arts; Founder and President of the International Literary Association "Creative Tribune “; Academician of the International Academy for the Development of Literature and Art; International Academy of Russian Literature; corresponding member of the International Academy of Sciences and Arts. Head of the German branch of the SPCA, Honorary Member of the WRITERS UNION OF NORTH AMERICA; the Union of Spanish-Language Writers (UXE); Honorary President of "Thousand Minds for Mexico" and the international jury in Germany; The International Union of Writers; the Regional Public Foundation for the Promotion of Contemporary Poetry "SVETOCH"; the International Association of Writers and Publicists; Member of the European Council and the Intercontinental Advisory Committee RINASCIMENTO-RENAISSANCE Millennium III (Egypt); Member of the Cámara Internacional de Escritores & Artistas and the CIESART World Council; Advisor to the international publication of Chinese Literature (Federation of Literary and Artistic Circles Hubei; member of the Jury of international competitions. Ambassador of the International Forum for Creativity and Humanity (IFCH) (Morokko). Winner of many Grand Prix, special prizes; Holder of international medals and orders, including those under the auspices of UNESCO; title "Golden Pen of Russia“; title "MAESTRO"; title "Golden Pen of Kyrgyzstan", title "MASTER OF POETRY"; title "OUTSTANDING SCIENTIST FROM the CONSORTIUM" of the International Academy of Ethics in India. It is included in the Platinum Book of the SPCA for active creative advancement - FOREVER.