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When I feel you love me

The stars are calling, the night passes

the day I’ll live won’t fade away

I’ll change the world just for you

It’s impossible, but not for me

I wanna hold you close

Under the rain

I wanna kiss your smile

And feel the pain

I know what’s beautiful

Looking at you

In a world of lies

You are the truth

My love! When you love me

I feel strong

I’ll save you wherever you’ll be

I’ll bring you everything you ask for

Nothing is above me

I’m shining like a candle in the dark

When I feel you love me

I wanna make you see

Just what I was

Show you the loneliness

And what it does

And my tears are already far away

everything is easier if you’re here

Oh baby

Every time you touch me

I become a hero

I’ll make you safe

No matter where you are

I’ll bring you everything you ask for

nothing seems too much

I glow even in the dark

When you tell me that you love me

Without you, the world can’t turn around anymore

Only your love can save me

My love! When you love me

I feel strong

I’ll save you wherever you’ll be

I’ll bring you everything you ask for

nothing seems too much

I glow even in the dark

when I feel you love me

You love me

When I feel you love me

Dedicated to My Dad- I Love You and Miss You So Much!

June 18, 2018

“The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature. A father is neither an anchor to hold us back nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.”

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Title: In The Arms Of An Angel-Sarah McLachlan

Dedicated to My Dad- I Love You and Miss You So Much!

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance

For the break that will make it ok

There’s always some reason to feel not good enough

And it’s hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction oh beautiful release

Memories seep from my veins

They may be empty and weightless and maybe

I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel fly away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

You’re in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn

There’s vultures and thieves at your back

The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you lack

It don’t make no difference, escaping one last time

It’s easier to believe

In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel far away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

You’re in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

I Know What It is To Be Young

August 22, 2016

I Know What It is To Be Young / Orson Welles

When we are young age has no meaning
I never gave it a second thought
until one day along came this old man
and this is what he said to me
and this is what he said to me

I know what it is to be young
but you,you don’t know what it is to be old
someday, you’ll be saying the same thing
time takes away so the story is told

I’ve asked so many questions
to the wise men i’ve met
couldn’t find all the answers
no one has as yet.
There’ll be days to remember
full of laughter and tears
after summer, comes winter and so go the years
So my friend..
lets make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time when your young days are over
there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

I know what it is to be young
but you,you don’t know what it is to be old

So my friend..
lets make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time when your young days are over
there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

Thank You for Condolences

August 15, 2016

Hello Everyone –

“I was very sad and heartbroken by the death of my uncle, but reading the fine words that you wrote on my wall I felt some relief. I thank the Lord for helping me find comfort and every one of you for joining me at this very sad time. “

“Someone very special was gone forever from this world and I feel an immense pain, however with your display of affection and affection you have made my heart rejoice. I am grateful to all of you for your special messages that have helped me find peace and tranquility I needed. “

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There’s always some reason to feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference, escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

You’re in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

You are / Tu es……Tchinares

March 15, 2016

You are slender.

Tall and slender like a poplar tree, do not bend under the force of the wind. All the doors are open, I’m standing in my garden with my feet soaked in dew, looking at you – and I say to myself: “Beloved, please stay with me forever, because life without you is impossible for me.”

Tchinares… Eres esbelto.

Alto y esbelto como un álamo, que no se inclina ante la fuerza del viento. Todas las puertas están abiertas, estoy parado en mi jardín con los pies empapados de rocío, mirando hacia ti, me digo a mí mismo:

“Querida, por favor quédate conmigo para siempre, porque la vida sin ti es imposible.”

..je te regarde en me disant: ” ma bien aimee, restes toujours a mes cotes car la vie sans toi est impossible ”

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One of the musical instrument accompanied is called ” Duduk ”

The duduk (doo-dook;^[1] Armenian: դուդուկ) is an ancient double-reed woodwind flute made of apricot wood. It is indigenous to Armenia. It is commonly played in pairs: while the first player plays the song, the second plays a stready drone, and the sound of the two instruments together creates a richer, more haunting sound.

The unflattened reed and cylindrical body produce a sound closer to a clarinet than to more commonly known double-reeds. Unlike other double reed instruments like theoboe or shawm, the duduk has a very large reed proportional to its size. UNESCO proclaimed the Armenian duduk and its music as a Masterpiece of the Intangible Heritage of Humanity in 2005 and inscribed it in 2008. Duduk music has been used in a number of films, most notably in The Russia House and Gladiator.

I am waiting for you…

December 31, 2015

I am waiting for you…
I know you do not come,
they can not come,
But why is it seems to me that you’re coming.
I am waiting for you.
Not something you do not expect.
I once,

Only next time you feel one,
and just drink coffee with you
I want to speak a few words with you.
It seems to me that you’re leaving everything in one day, suddenly, he’s come up and come with me.
I like the words of an expensive,
I hear it from your mouth,
but now they are vague in my memory as the candle on the table,
Recent attempts to reach a life. Sirud memories are like the candles.
do not want to pay,

I want to ignite,
Want to give a light to my heart, mind, my life path.
I’m waiting … waiting for me,
to tell you all,
After you what happened to me,
But something happened to me really.
I passed through storms,
Very often escaped being strangled,
And now, thank God, I have been peaceful.
Come to tell araspels …

Do you know what my condition now,
I am very calm
I like a lot and then becalmed sea storm. I’m on vacation.
I threw everything aside vast,
I release all my soul bridles,
I gave liberty emotions,
unrestrained emotion pouring out.

I’m waiting for you … I know you want to, but I can not … but anyway,

I am waiting for you…

TO MY PRINCESS – I Will Not Die

July 16, 2015

TO MY PRINCESS – I Will Not Die

Stay or go
I cant stand it anymore.
You must know – me or her.
You are wavering and that hurts.

I will not die when you leave me,
I will not cry you can believe me.
Night after night I am waiting for you,
Night after night I am longing for you –
For your touch, for your love.

Stay or go
You need us both, I know.
Shes your wife, thats true,
But Im not made to share my love with her.

I will not die when you leave me,
I will not cry you can believe me.
Night after night I am waiting for you,
Night after night I am longing for you –
For your touch, for

We are even

September 24, 2014

We are even

Lost in my sorrow, today I evoke you
And I can see you have been,
In my poor, miserable life,
Nothing but a good woman
Your hot-shot airs
Brought warmth to my nest
You were kind, acted according to your principles
And I know you have loved me
As you never loved anyone else
As you will never be able to love again

The appreciation game started
As you, poor lovely woman
Dodged poverty at the boarding house
Today you are a real big-shot
Life smiles and sings for you
You waste the money
Of those you easily fooled
Just like a knavish cat would play
With a wretched mouse

Today you have your mind full of unhappy illusions
Fools, friends and seducers have deceived you
The dance of magnates
With its crazy temptations,
Where social climber pretensions
Are realised and surrendered
Has settled deep inside your poor heart

There’s nothing I should thank you for
We are even now
I don’t care about what you’ve done
What you do now, or what you will do
I believe I have repaid all the favours
I received from you
But in case I unintentionally forgot some minor debt
If you wish, charge it
To one of those fools’ account

I hope that your achievements,
Poor, fleeting achievements,
Will become a long line of wealth and pleasure
I hope the big-shot who now maintains you
Has deep pockets
I hope you forsake your association with hustlers
And that other men will say “She’s a good woman”

And tomorrow, when you become decayed, old furniture
And you have no hope left in your poor heart
If you need a little help, if you would like advice
Remember this friend, who will put his life on the line
To help you in whichever way he can, when the time comes

The Blue Cafe

May 9, 2014

My world is miles of endless roads
That leaves a trail of broken dreams
Where have you been I hear you say
I will meet you at the Blue Café
This is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
The cards of fate, the older shows
The younger one, who dares to take
The chance of no return

Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
Because I want to go with you

The cost is great, the price is high
Take all you know, and say goodbye
Your innocence, inexperience
Mean nothing now
Because, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
Where have you been I hear you say
I’ll meet you at the Blue Café

Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
Because I want to go with you

So meet me at the Blue Café
I Said meet me down at the Blue Café

Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
I want to go with you

Down to the blue
I Will meet you at the blue café
I Will meet you at the blue café
The Blue Café

Absences

April 19, 2014

Absences

Smear out the last star.
No lights from the islands
Or hills. In the great square
The prolonged vowel of silence
Makes itself plainly heard
Round the ghost of a headland
Clouds, leaves, shreds of bird
Eddy, hindering the wind.

No vigils left to keep.
No enemies left to slaughter.
The rough roofs of the slopes,
Loosely thatched with splayed water,
Only shelter microliths and fossils.
Unwatched, the rainbows build
On the architraves of hills.
No wounds left to be healed.

Nobody left to be beautiful.
No polyp admiral to sip
Blood and whiskey from a skull
While fingering his warships.
Terrible relics, by tiderace
Untouched, the stromalites breathe.
Bubbles plop on the surface,
Disturbing the balance of death.

No sound would be heard if
So much silence was not heard.
Clouds scuff like sheep on the cliff.
The echoes of stones are restored.
No longer any foreshore
Or any abyss, this
World only held together
By its variety of absences.