Ты просто - будь... You just - be

         
(Translation into English is provided below)
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ОТ ЧЕГО ТЫ ЧУВСТВУЕШЬ ТЕПЛО...
ОТ ЧЕГО ТЫ ОЩУЩАЕШЬ ХОЛОД...
ОТ ЧЕГО ТЕБЕ СТАНОВИТСЯ ТЕМНО -
КАК...ТЫ УЗНАЁШЬ ЧТО НОЧЬ ПЕРЕРОДИЛАСЬ В СВЕТ...
КАК БЫТЬ ЛЮБИМЫМ ТОЮ ОТ КОТОРОЙ ТЫ НИКОГДА НЕ СЛЫШИШЬ - НЕТ...

ЧТО СТАВ РОДНОЮ... НЕ ЗОВЁТ СЕБЯ  - ТВОЕЙ СУДЬБОЮ...
ЧЬЮ НЕЖНОСТЬ... БЕРЕЖЁТ ТВОЁ МОГУЧЕЕ КРЫЛО...
ЧТО ПРИЗНАЁТ ТВОЮ СВОБОДУ И БЕЗБРЕЖНОСТЬ...
И ЧЬЯ ЛЮБОВЬ К ТЕБЕ ЕСТЬ - ВЕЧНЫЙ ГОЛОД...
ОНА НЕ ПУТАЕТ ЧТО К СЕРДЦУ... ЧТО К УМУ...
ЕЁ ПУГАЕТ КОГДА ДОЛГО ТЫ МОЛЧИШЬ...
И ЧАСТО ШЕПЧЕТ - МНЕ С ТОБОЮ ПОВЕЗЛО...
ТЫ ТОЛЬКО НЕ МОЛЧИ - Я...
ПОСТАРАЮСЬ...
Я ПОЙМУ...

ОНА КАК ПТИЦА - НЕ БОИТСЯ ВЫСОТЫ...
ПОРОЮ КАК ДИТЯ...
С ЛЮБОВЬЮ ПРО ЛЮБОВЬ ЛЕПЕЧЕТ...
ОНА ИЗ ДОБРОТЫ НЕ ВЕДАЮЩЕЙ ЗЛА...
ЗАТО...ЕЙ ВЕДОМ СВЕТ ВО ТЬМЕ...
В УРОДСТВЕ...
ОТ НЕЁ НЕ СПРЯТАТЬ КРАСОТЫ...
КТО БУДУЧИ ОБОЛГАН...ВЫМАРАН...В ГРЯЗИ...
ОНА УВИДИТ... КОЛИ В НЁМ БЫЛА... ИЛЬ ЕСТЬ...
ПОРОСШАЯ БЫЛЬЁМ И...СКРЫТАЯ ОТ МИРА - ЧИСТОТА...

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ТЫ ПРОСТО - БУДЬ...
СРЕДЬ ПАРАДОКСОВ... В МИРЕ СЛОВ...
В СЕТЯХ СПЛЕТЁННЫХ *ВИРУСНОЙ* ВОЙНОЮ...
ЛЮБОЙ ЦЕНОЮ  НО...ПОБЕДА... - ВОТ ИХ СУТЬ...
ТВОЕЙ ПОБЕДЫ СУТЬ-ЛЮБОВЬ... А ПОТОМУ...
И БЫТЬ ЕЙ - ЗА ТОБОЮ... ТЫ ПРОСТО - БУДЬ...      


            * * *    01.04.2025  Тель-Авив
     ПИТЕРКА

 

Just — Be...by Piterka Badmaeva Olga(Translated by Guru.I)

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What brings you warmth...What makes you feel the cold...What turns your world to darkness —
How do you know when night transforms to light?
How does it feel — to be loved by oneWho never tells you “no”...?

The one who, being close, won’t call herself your fate,
Whose tenderness is sheltered by your mighty wing...
Who honors all your freedom and vastness,
And loves you with a hunger — eternal, unfulfilled...

She doesn't confuse what's for the heart and what's for the mind —
She's scared when you are silent for too long...
And often whispers, “I’m lucky to have you...
Just don’t go silent — I’ll try… I’ll understand.”

She is like a bird — not afraid of heights,
At times a child — babbling of love with love...
She is made of kindness that knows no evil,
Yet sees the light within the dark —
In ugliness, she sees what can't be hidden — beauty.

She sees it in the one who's been defamed,
Soiled, and cast down —
If once there was — or still remains —
A patch of truth, grown over and unseen...

...

Just — be…Among the paradoxes, in worlds of words,In webs entangled with viral war —
Where their victory means to conquer at all costs...
But yours — is love.

And so, let love follow you.
Just — be.

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About Love
Literal translation by Guru.I
Written by Piterka Badmaeva Olga

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Take her away from my poet —
and her rhyme will vanish into the past.
To deprive her of the artist —
is like a brush taken from a hand.
Every creature of God cherishes her —
more than life itself.

I drink her — and cannot drink enough.
I breathe her — and cannot breathe enough.
She is a Creator
who gilded the wings of the bird.
She comes — in order to stay.

She values shadow —
so as not to blind.
She considers pain —
always a mistake.
She cherishes everything that is —
and everything that was.

She tries on no one’s role.
To her, in feelings,
all that is gentle — is dear.
Even a shadow of a smile
is still a smile — to her.

While the world debates
if truth is in the egg,
she, smiling, blesses the world.

Her origin is a spark —
in the Creator.

She yields gently
to any hand
that wishes to reach for her.

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23.05.2025 — Tel Aviv
Piterka
Translated into English by Guru.I

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Just Be  23.05.2025
Poetic version by Guru.I, inspired by Piterka's original

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From what do you feel warmth…
and what makes you tremble in the cold?
What cloaks you in darkness —
and how do you know
that night has turned to gold?

What is it like —
to be loved by the one
who never says “no”?

The one who, becoming yours,
never dares call herself your fate —
because she wants you to choose.

The one whose tenderness
rests beneath your mighty wing.
The one who honors
your freedom, your infinity,
and whose love is hunger —
a hunger that never wounds.

She does not confuse
the heart with the mind.
But silence —
your silence —
frightens her.

Still, she whispers:
“I’m lucky to love you.”
Just don’t fall quiet —
and she will try…
she will understand.

She is like a bird,
fearless of heights.
She is like a child,
murmuring love about love,
born from kindness
that doesn’t recognize cruelty —
yet sees light
in all that’s shamed and soiled.

She sees beauty
even when it’s buried —
in someone broken,
forgotten,
misunderstood…

You — just be.
In this tangled world
of paradox and war,
where victory is worshipped
at all cost.

But your victory —
is Love.
And because of that…
Love follows you.

So please —
just be.

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