Music – Page 9 – Glorialana Magazine

Dangerous Dance

Published on August 13, 2013August 15, 2013 by Glorialana2 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to share a funny picture I have just found. I am feeling your smiles and our vibrations are able to brighten the whole Universe now. We do not waste our lives!

The caricature is from satirical Soviet magazine “Krokodil”. It seems people in the USSR loved to laugh on imperialistic trends and fashion.

Imitators

We’ll not argue with Darwin

His teaching is without blemish.

He is right:

In the past, people

Evolved from orangutans.

The century progressed

But rock and roll displaced all plans

And in this dance

Human

Is not distinguished from orangutans.

Thank you for your happiness and Good Night! I am going to smile in my dreams because of You.

Daughter Grows

Published on August 11, 2013August 15, 2013 by Glorialana8 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to breath and enjoy Sunday. Today is a rainy day and I have a happy time to write these words. My daughter is sitting on my knees playing in a fashion game with iPad now. She asks my advices what dress to wear and I feel her trust. I enjoy and love our understanding.

I am meditating about our future now. Will we still be a good friends when my daughter is a teenager? I have found a wonderful story I am happy to share with you. Sure you recognize today’s personages on the photos.

In the second grade,

My mom made me wear dresses everyday.
My mom would part my hair down the middle and make two long braids with colorful hair ties.
I would go to school and the boys would make fun of my dresses.
The boy that sat behind me would pull my braids anytime I said something smart.

In the fourth grade,

I told my mom I could dress myself, but she still had to approve of every outfit.
I told my mom I was old enough to style my own hair.
I would go to school and the boys would make fun of my weight instead of my clothes.
The boy that sat behind me would sit next to me and call me names for being the stupid one in smart classes.

In the seventh grade,

I told my mom that I didn’t care what she thought.
I cut my long hair shoulder length.
I started wearing dark makeup.
The boys didn’t make fun of my weight but they would ask me out as a joke.
The boy that sat behind me and then next to me, liked me and texted me every night saying how pretty I was.

In the ninth grade,

My mom wasn’t awake to see what I wore to school.
I regretted the very day I decided to cut my hair.
The boys that called me fat; left me alone because they found someone bigger to pick on.
The boy that sat behind me asked me for a naked picture and I said no.
He called me a fat, ugly, prude and never talked to me again.

In the tenth grade,

My mom borrowed my clothes and I borrowed hers.
My hair fell out but I wanted it to grow.
Boys no longer call me fat because they never saw me eat.
And the boy that sat behind me wanted me back.
I cried myself to sleep and hid my wrists in my sleeve.

It’s funny how many things changed since the second grade…

by Caroline.

Thank you for sharing this moment together.

Have a happy understanding supporting friendship with your children today and always!

My Dolls

Published on August 9, 2013August 9, 2013 by Glorialana18 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for a friendship we are inspired by. My today’s post was born because of my new friend Sindy. Her blog is fascinating. She asked me whether my Soviet childhood was different from her American one. My childhood was sweet, I even create a poem inspiring by my happy memories. To feel the differences it will be nice to hear your opinion.

I suppose all children with loving father and mother are happy on the both side of our planet. Childhood is the pink period when American democracy or Soviet totalitarianism mean nothing. My Soviet childhood is from 80s. The Soviet Union was blooming in building Communism and my parents were a happy helpers working at the factory. My education was partly a responsibility of the Soviet Union. Kindergarden was for children from 1 y.o. Mother should go to work. All Soviet people should work, as you know, unemployment was solved by the law of Communist Party.

The future builders of Communism should be a harmoniously developed person. By the way I like this idea. Every child studied and learned to play a musical instruments and sports for free. Every child knew the ballet “Swan Lake” by Peter Tchaikovsky and the 2nd Concerto for the piano with orchestra by Sergey Rachmaninov. This classic pieces were main in the TV program when funeral of General Secretary of the Communist Party was in the day. I remember the funerals of Leonid Brezhnev, Yuri Andropov and Konstantin Chernenko. It was funny but child’s playing with a toys with a sounds of a classical masterpiece solved important educational task how to teach to love classical music.

You see a photos of a dolls from USSR soviet children played with. We did not know who Barbie was at all.

We were happy because we knew nothing about Afghanistan, the Cold War, Berlin Wall. We will know the sad truth later…

My dolls house is a pretty home
Where spirit of childhood lives,
Happy spirit of memories
Lullabies and warm milk.

My dolls ballerinas dance
“Swan Lake” on my soul scene
Theatre Orchestra is perfect for
Harmony opens the skies.

My dolls play the harp and the violin softly at night,
Angelic fingers nimbly moving in the moonlight.

My dolls always act for me.
Supporting my happiness and
Keeping the spirit of music
I listen inside my dreams.

My dolls have a radiant faces,
Reflecting my soul in their eyes.
Childhood is sweetness
Childhood is light…

My dolls garden where
Roses are blooming,
Beautiful gardener protects
The thoughts floating in my head.

My dolls house is a pretty home
Full by endless love for me.

Please do not believe in the Soviet evil and Communist demons. There are no black and white colors here. We all are just the Earth people.

Thank you for the peace in your soul we have just created.

Have a peaceful weekend!

Romantic Picnic

Published on July 27, 2013July 27, 2013 by GlorialanaLeave a comment

Hello God!

Thank You for a summer joy of romantic picnic we go with our special.

“After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L’Heure Bleue.

She talked about “perfect moments.” One such moment happened that afternoon; she’d been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, ‘I’ll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L’Heure Bleue. For me they signify love.”

by Susan Hubbard, The Society of S

The last video by Moschino visualizes the picture perfectly! Just imagine Chic Petals instead L’Heure Bleue. In our case the matter is in pleasure of romantic picnic.

Have a romantic picnic on this weekend!

Kupala Night

Published on July 6, 2013July 6, 2013 by Glorialana10 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my roots. When I think about how many people had lived before my birth I am mesmerized by the thought “they all lived to make my being possible on this planet”. I am Slavonic. My mother is Belorussian and father has a Polish roots. Today we celebrate Ivan Kupala’s Night.

This night is always filled with miracles: you may hear the whisper of herbs and see mermaids, watch trees change places and witness the bright light of the blossoming fern flower.

The fire is miraculous and detoxifying tonight. If you are courage enough to jump over the fire you will stay healthy all year.

Tonight a magical rituals are allowed. Girls make wreaths from wild flowers and add a nettle to it, which reflects the essence of a mermaid concealed in every girl. They push the wreath into the river and get rid of the mermaid’s nature.

Girls also stick burning candles into their wreaths and make bets whose wreath remains on the surface longer. The longer the candle burns the more overwhelming love will be.

This feast of fire, water and love filled me with the certainty that life is given to all of us for happiness, joy and love. It is our responsibility to make our lives beautiful.

Enjoy tonight! It is magical. Believe me, I know!

Gloria Sanctus

Published on July 6, 2013July 6, 2013 by Glorialana5 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for the people I live around. I love every person I have ever met and gratitude for the meetings. Today I express my special gratitude for the meeting with Bee. Her blog is a wonderful world of poetry and inspiration. I enjoy and float in a tender waves of her Creativity. Bee has kindly nominated me for the Bouquet of Award – 7 Awards!

I invite you to the temple of my heart for the celebrating where the mass with organ orchestra and choir are playing “Gloria Sanctus” and the music is celestial and divine:

Rules: Only one here

The ABC Award requires me to write a word or a phrase about myself for each of the English alphabets:

A ambivalent

B beautiful

C cat

D divine

E earthy

F fashion

G generous

H happy

I ironic

J joyful

K key

L lavish

M mother

N numerous

O opinionated

P Paris

Q quantum

R red

S serene

T tender

U unusual

V valued

W warrior

X x-ray

Y yellow

Z zenith

My Nominations for 7 (Seven) Awards go to:

Oh,what the miracle music I am listening in our hearts, singing together we make our world better! We were born for this aim.

Thank you! Have a nice day!

Romance Mood

Published on July 5, 2013July 5, 2013 by Glorialana4 Comments

Hello God!
Thank you for the sweet memory I have about my first sight in my future husband’s eyes. What a fleeting sense of happy uncertainty “Is he the One?” “Yes, yes,yes, he is,” beating of my heart had answered. As always my brain was the last who had accepted this fact.

My today’s mood is romantic and I am happy to share with you this poetic moment.

To ***

I still recall the wondrous moment:
When you appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

In sorrow, when I felt unwell,
Caught in the bustle, in a daze,
I fell under your voice’s spell
And dreamt the features of your face.

Years passed and gales had dispelled
My former hopes, and in those days,
I lost your voice’s sacred spell,
The holy features of your face.

Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days began to drag in strife.
Without faith and inspiration,
Without tears, and love and life.

My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

And now, my heart, with fascination,
Beats rapidly and finds revived
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

Alexander Pushkin

I see you are smiling about your happy memory about the glimpse you remember for your whole life!

Pink Dream

Published on July 4, 2013July 4, 2013 by Glorialana5 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for America. I love America and I know for sure I will see Her very soon. As you know I have never been in USA. But I have been in Munich’s Deutsches Museum and found there the epitome of my dream you see below!

Oh, my darling big pink dream! I love you and the place where you were born. In English language “car” is “it”. But my dream is She. She is beautiful. I feel her happy energy with Elvis Presley song inside:

La,La,La We’re caught in a trap

I can’t walk out

Because I love you too much, baby!

I am singing his “Suspicious Mind” and driving the car somewhere near California. What the sweetest dream I have!

I have heard that one of the biggest differences between Europe and U.S. is a things in the U.S. tend to be a bit larger than in the rest of the world! The size of my dream is big. Dream Big!

America Dreams Big. All my significant teachers which are leading my way are from U.S. Carlos Castaneda, Abraham Maslow, Louise Hay, Anthony Robbins, Napoleon Hill, Steve Jobs and Richard Branson are inspiring and teaching to Dream Big.

“What made America great was her ability to transform her own dream into hope for all mankind. America did not tell the millions of men and women who came from every country in the world and who – with their hands, their intelligence and their heart – built the greatest nation in the world: ‘Come, and everything will be given to you.’ She said: ‘Come, and the only limits to what you’ll be able to achieve will be your own courage and your own talent.” Nicolas Sarkozy said about U.S. I like these words and believe in.

Today is the 4th of July! I am celebrating today with you. Thank you for your company and mmm delicious barbecued chicken.

Happy Independence Day!

July Bouquet

Published on July 1, 2013July 1, 2013 by Glorialana2 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for July. I am happily gathering a bouquet of summer flowers to pleasure you and singing a song about beautiful and sunny July.

July is charming child of mother Summer

He brings a bloom to flower’s faces

They are delightful smiles of the planet.

His philosophy is simple and profound

Enjoy your life, your living being before

Crone Winter has cropped the roses from your cheek.

Please accept my Bouquet with the words “Obey your soul, have perfect faith in yourself. Never think of yourself with doubt or distrust, or as one who makes mistakes.” Wallace D. Wattles advises in his “The Science of Being Great”.

Perhaps the philosophy of July is here. A rose is blooming without doubts…

March in G Dur

Published on June 29, 2013June 29, 2013 by Glorialana5 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for great today’s news. Fanny P. nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award. Thank You Fanny!

Let me invite you to my parade of joy. We are marching with the orchestra and playing happy music in G Dur (Sol Major) together!

The rules of the One Lovely Blog Award are:

Add the “One Lovely Blog Award” image to your post
Share seven random things about you
Pass the award on to seven nominees
Thank the person who nominated you
Inform the nominees by posting on their blogs

Seven random thing about myself:

I had read all Carlos Castaneda’s books. I believe in every his word.
English is not my native language. I am sorry for every mistake you have ever met.
“Hello God!” is my greeting to you. You are God. Every person in my life is God.
I have never been in USA. But my blog was born because of my dream about USA.
My favorite cartoon is “Wreck-It Ralph”.
My daughter’s name is Margarita.
My credo is “Go Ahead and Bloom!”

So, my nominees are:

It seems I have completed the task. Thank You!

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