#donna
Tua madre era una volta bellissima e molto carina
Quando era giovane
Ora, tu sei come bella e sofisticata
Come fiori in piena fioritura
È la tua primavera
È la tua bella stagione.
Stasera, sei attraente
Come le rose primaverili
Sei luminosa, persino scintillante
Come stelle giubilanti
È la bella stagione
Oh! Donna, hai ragione.
Sei in perfetta forma
Superi ogni aspettativa
Mi ringiovanisci e mi fai sentire viva
Quando ti vedo, il mio cuore batte con grande forza
Sei una donna bellissima e tenera
Con un occhiolino, mi accarezzi l'anima.
Sei bellissima come tua madre
È la tua primavera
È la tua bella stagione
Sono l'amante tenero e effascinante
Che cerchi, cara amica
Poiché il tuo sorriso elettrizza la mia anima e la mia vita.
P.S. Traduzione “Une Belle-Mère, Une Belle Femme
Pour la fête de la Saint-Valentin”
Di Hébert Logerie
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
🇮🇹 La donna nell’ombra
Non parlava,
ma il silenzio le faceva da voce.
Camminava tra gli sguardi
senza farsi vedere,
eppure, chiudevi gli occhi…
e lei era lì.
Un velo di mistero
le copriva il volto,
ma negli occhi c’era la memoria
di un mondo perduto.
Portava nei gesti
la grazia di chi ha conosciuto la luce
e ha scelto di restare nell’ombra…
per custodirla.
Nessuno sapeva da dove venisse,
ma il suo passaggio lasciava fiori
là dove prima c’era polvere.
Era la voce che non giudica,
la carezza che non chiede,
la presenza che non pretende.
Chi l’ha incontrata
non l’ha mai dimenticata.
Perché la Donna nell’Ombra
non si mostra per essere vista,
ma per risvegliare
chi guarda con il cuore.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
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🇬🇧 The Woman in the Shadow
She did not speak,
yet silence was her voice.
She walked among gazes
without being seen,
and still, when you closed your eyes…
she was there.
A veil of mystery
covered her face,
but in her eyes lived the memory
of a lost world.
Her gestures carried
the grace of one who had known the light
and chose to remain in the shadows…
to guard it.
No one knew where she came from,
yet her passing left flowers
where once there was only dust.
She was the voice that does not judge,
the caress that does not ask,
the presence that does not demand.
Those who met her
never forgot.
For the Woman in the Shadow
does not reveal herself to be seen,
but to awaken
those who look with the heart.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 6:56 PM UTC
Do not be afraid
just like a walk in the park
a Haiku's nature
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
a wilted rose
two dried ponds
a noble peacemaker
a lost captain
a unspoken song
a single soldier Jones
two smiths of no relation
a single Oswald the mysterious nanny
i suppose in someway they break my heart even with two hearts i can't bear to say " i have to leave you " as the pain wont stop if i stand still so i move forward never stopping hoping i can save people too make up for the ones I've lost
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
...I couldn't help but to stare blankly at your white, emotionless face...
The last time I saw you... You had a light full of joy and grace...
But to see that light now gone from you body left a taste of melancholy
A hood of sorrows is what hid my bitter sweet tears from them and you, what folly...
Before my aching heart could leave your presence, your eyes opened...
Your heart startled by a hug, your eyes gazed around at all of us, an opportunity, I was hope'n
You stared straight into my black stained waterfall and spooked me
When your pale, cold hand, with quickness, grabbed my hand.. and begged me not to leave..
It shook... I could feel and count every bone you used... with the little muscle strength you had...
My body trembled at your white, thin, Skeleton hand... Stabbed by the reality of loss...the insecurity was bad..
I felt so troubled and helpless... Since there was nothing from me you could gain...
"Alan...Linard...." was the last thing I heard, the last thing she said... it was her husband's name...
6 days later... 9:15pm, July 2nd, 2018...for the first time... I watched Some breath their last... and finally die...
Puzzled by how quick and peaceful a painful image thing can be.... It felt so deceitfully wrong... but I knew it was..right..
Donna... You wouldn't come back... even if you could.. you wouldn't
You in a place of paradise... pure perfection... I wont lie... I miss you.. but I know you could never return... you couldn't..
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
There Was A Kind Poet Called Donna,
With pieces as vintage as the Madonna;
She had a thing for nature's Echo
Decoded in her magnificent Haiku
That unforgettable Poet called Donna.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
*I know you are fine
but I really need some proof
from your haikus*
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
*butterflies have
ceased to be beautiful
for you aren't here*
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
I have a cute Vietnamese girl
Shes witty, bright and sweet;
with dimples in her cheeks;
and shining stars in her teeth
Beneath her silky hair
there comes her beautiful eye
God, I love it when her big
bubble eyes are looking
at me
Her breath is like a flower blown, in fragrance and perfume
Her voice seems from the
blissful throne
Where their harps the
angel tune
And when she turns her
dimpled cheek towords me
for a kiss
I lose expression, cnt speak
And take all there is of a bliss! <3
----de3pak
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
She didn’t always drink her coffee black.
The milk would spill in, staining the drink
until the perfect hue was achieved
and she’d think what her mother used to think.
“You are always right where you need to be.”
And she’d watch a sugar cube float around
for a few minutes, until the bronze sea
took it away. And her silk dressing gown
trickled past her body just as her new
buyer came to the door. She took one sip
and tried not to let her mascara strew
or even let the mug smear at her lips.
She poured everything down the kitchen sink
and tried to forget what her mother might think.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC