Thank You for Spring. “The World is very old; but every Spring it grows young again…” We are all young and lucky to live and feel the Joy of Spring!
Let’s celebrate the season of new hope and of new beginning! I have chosen some dresses by the House of Dior, of course, because who has doubts in that Dior created Woman? We are going to whirl in a waltz by brilliant Johann Strauss in a beautiful dresses. And a happy Voice of Spring is really sweet and promising!
The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.
Spring in all its splendour rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh,oh awakes!
A fountain of songs is rising,
who has been silent for too long;
from the brush sounds clear and light
the sweet voice again!
Ah, gently the nightingale lets
stream the first notes,
so as not to disturb the queen;
hush, all you other singers!
More powerful soon chimes her sweet voice.
Oh, soon, oh, oh soon!
Ah……..
Spring Waltz is in air, dance it with me and enjoy the beating of our heart! I love your eyes with sparkling blue and green vibrations synchronised with the rhythm of the music. We are whirling in waltz…
Thank You for dance and inspiration and have a happy Spring!
Thank You for Carmen. By Your Great Inspiration Prosper Merimee had created Carmen on the paper and Georges Biset had inhaled the Soul to her! What’s the brilliance of melody, harmony, atmosphere and orchestration! Carmen is a rare rose, she breathes with every drops of the rain of Love, true Love she exists because of.
Carmen lives in Seville. And you know the International Flamenco Fashion Show has opened there. You are lucky if you are in Seville until 8 February – you can see this fantastic show.
La Habanera is for today!
When will I love you?
My Lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s for sure.
Love is a rebellious bird
That none can tame,
And it is well in vain that one calls it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but he pleases me.
Love! Love! Love! Love!
Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, never known the law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, take guard yourself!
The bird you hoped to catch
Beat its wings and flew away …
Love is far, you can wait for it
You no longer await it, there it is.
All around you, swift, swift,
It comes, goes, then it returns …
You think to hold it fast, it flees you
You think to flee it, it holds you.
Love! Love! Love! Love!
Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, ever, known a law;
Love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you’d best beware!
Thank you for sharing with me my fascination of Carmen. I love your smile – I am here to see and feel a sparkles in your eyes. Today the sparkles are from Spain!
Thank You for my beige mood today. Warning up with a cup of latte I enjoy my winter blue in a dreams. The inviting aroma of coffee and cream tickles my nose and by the neural canals the most romantic memories are awaking in my brain and wrapping me up in a cozy blanket of Love.
I see in the “1902 Doll” by Robert Piguet endless tenderness and feel beauty of being alive. My latte is Beige, the doll is in Beige. And a love story is in the air.
It has all begun with a tiny cup of coffee. Elisabeth is the piano teacher and between a lessons she loves to enjoy her coffee break in a cafe. “Oh, I can catch a happy dose of silence together with cinnamon aroma and creamy taste of my coffee here – my noisy pupils are so nice, but I need, I desperately need 5 minutes of rest” – we are unintentional listeners of a beautiful conversation.
“I am Robert, a writer. Could I join to you for sharing a happy dose of reflections and coffee? I will be silent, I promise” – she nodded and a smile touched her eye corners.
Robert and Elisabeth are sitting together on their regular table in absolute silence but clouds above their cups of coffee tell us about their hearts beating in Love unison. We see it and know it for sure…
She have found an envelope under the door when her last lesson ended tonight. “Dear Elisabeth! Due to our “silent minutes”, please, allow me to open my heart in this letter – I know, I know you can think that I am a coward but I do respect our silence dose, so to say you something in the minutes of our meetings is impossible for me. And you know I am a writer…” – a tears of happiness are rolling down her cheeks.
“There is no moment of my life when you are not a part of me; you hold my heart; you guard my soul; you guide my dreams so tenderly… And if my will might be done, and all I long for could come true, with perfect joy I would choose to share eternity only with you.” Robert writes in a hope.
They sit in silence as usual with a tiny cups of coffee. “Oh, what’s the sounds!” – the engagement ring is in her cup! “Yes, I do” – she’s whispering…
“Through all of our seasons this will be certain; this will be constant, shining and true: with the gift of your heart you gave my life meaning; and I’ll spend a lifetime cherishing you.”
The “Grande Valse brillante” in E♭ Major by Frédéric Chopin is the hymn to their Love!
Enjoy your cup of coffee and your true love will find you. I know, I promise. I am the piano teacher.
Thank You for the treasure I am gifted for today and this possibility to share it. I have stumbled on the guitar. Oh, the Guitar! It is the most romantic musical instrument of my life. Oh, girl, do you remember the guy from the University who played the guitar and your heart was melting as a burning candle?..
This dazzling Pine Cone Stratocaster guitar was created by Fender senior master builder Yuriy Shishkov. 550 diamonds, blue hand-stained finish recreates appearance of the Fabergé Pine Cone Easter Egg. What’s the Masterpiece!
In sweet nostalgia my heart is singing these words of a poem of unknown romantic guy:
His guitar glows,
Like endless flow,
Of glittering stars,
Late at night.
Dance my heart,
In ecstasy,
Caress me,
With his melody divine,
My heart beats in tempo.
A rapture love,
Of eternal bliss,
Seduce me,
For the night,
And take me deeper,
To the endless flow,
Of glittering stars.
We all are the soloists in the Universe’s rock band and our hearts sing in unison if we are on the right strings! February promises sweet love tones. Moonlight Sonata is for tonight.
Thank You for a snowstorm today. I am singing a cheerful motet with the wind and snow on my face. My cheeks are healthily pink and nose is red. I feel pulsation of Life in every snowflakes dancing around.
Thinking about this post I have found a treasure. I have discovered a very talented and original artist Nathalie Miebach! Perhaps you have heard about her, but for me she is new and she is genius. I am very grateful for today’s snow storm because of this weather I have met so gifted person.
In music, polyphony refers to a piece that has more than one voice, melody, or theme. Polyphony means “many voices” or “two or more independent melodic parts sounded together.” Motet is a polyphonic composition with more than one text sung simultaneously.
Nathalie creates and sings her own motets. She translates scientific data poliphonically related to meteorology, astronomy and oceanography into woven sculptures and musical scores using the methodologies and processes of both science and art.
The different voices or melodies have relatively equivalent importance and explore a complementary theme. With two main independent voices she creates her sculptures – Nathalie attended astronomy classes at Harvard University and studied basket weaving with a local craft artist. Every element of her sculptures has a numerical logic based on historical data.
The voices in a motet are rhythmically independent yet coordinated, the higher voices moving faster than the lower ones. My Weatherhythmical Motet are in 3 singing voices – Bass, Alto, Soprano.
My feet are singing with the ice in low low Bass. The Earth is the contrabass.
My hands theme is in Alto. My body is its cello.
My eyelids are so high Soprano. Snowflakes play the violin of my eyes.
Three different voices are in perfect Harmony of the divine polyphonic vibrations of today’s snow storm. It is beautiful.
Thank you for singing with me the Motet. Together we are magical choir.
Thank You for Strength to deep the Faith in Humanity.
Just a day ago the first post of 2015 was planned as a cheerful publication with happy hope to realise a list of the New Year resolutions. Yesterday I with my family celebrated orthodox Christmas…
Yesterday 12 Parisians had their own plan.
Today 12 burning candles are in this post…
As a Political Science post graduate student I had researched a myth based on “The Clash of Civilisation” by Samuel Huntington. “The principal conflicts of global politics will occur between nations and groups of different civilisations.” “The world will be shaped in large measure by the interactions among seven or eight major civilizations. These include Western, Confucian, Japanese, Islamic, Hindu, Slavic-Orthodox, Latin American and possibly African civilisation” the scientist writes.
According to the theory “Islam” is a monolithic force, which is hostile to the West due to wounded pride and deep feelings of inadequacy. “Islam” is also expansionist and prone to violence. “Islam has bloody borders” is Huntington’s most famous statement.
The dangerous simplicity of the theory is in the clear understanding who is evil. But we know that distinct “civilisational” boundaries do not exist in the present day. The fact that many Islamic extremists spent a significant amount of time living or studying in the Western world proves that the evil is own “West” child.
I believe in Humanity. Behind a definitions “Islam” or “West” living people stand. Centuries ago Confucius defined humanity as a “love of people” stating “if you want to make a stand, help others make a stand.” This golden rule should become building principle of the world.
Strengths of Humanity are Love, Kindness and Social Intelligence. Love people, be kind, and be able to act wisely in human relations – in my opinion the formula of human happiness is here. It is so simple. But unfortunately the realisation of it in 2015 is almost unreachable on the policy and society’s level.
There is a way on the personal level. In concept with this realisation, we can pay finer attention to two crucial questions: “How deeply do I care about our common future? How do I actually make a positive difference?”
Mahatma Gandhi answers “You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty”.
The first number in my New Year resolutions is to follow human happiness formula “Love people, be kind, and be able to act wisely in human relations”. I hope my number one reflects in your list. Than by light speed our number one will become the first in every human heart and we shall stop war.
A minute of silence is for 12 brave Parisians.
The bells of Notre Dame cathedral in Paris toll.
We mourn and remember the lesson of the beginning of 2015.
Thank You for Pushkin. He is my favourite poet since I am 3 y.o. A memories from childhood define a happiness as a feeling which influences on whole life.
As for me happiness is a December’s evening and my mother or grandmother is reading for me a fairy tale by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin. I am sitting near a window and feeling the North breath of Ded Moroz. I am dancing as a ballerina with snowflakes and the words of fairy poetry by Pushkin are our rhythmic pulse of music of imagination…
Today I am reading Pushkin’s fairy tales for my daughter.
Oh, do you recognise our old friend cat Vasya? Happy meeting has happened today and Vladimir Rumyantsev, the painter, has illustrated it.
In snow St. Petersburg along Neva embarkment Alexandr Pushkin is in hurry to his beloved Natasha with a thoughts about a new fairytale. “Privet, Pushkin!” he suddenly stopped and saw a small creature – a cat. “Mmm, sorry, I heard your voice?” Pushkin is puzzled. “And you think a cats can only myay-maya-meowing” Vasya frowned, and said, “I am special, I can read your thoughts – and what you are keeping in your mind now is actually not a fairytale“.
“Could you help me, dear Vasya to create a good poem?” Alexandr asked, “instead I provide a plate of milk and my warm company for you”. “Mmmmyay I should think for a moment,” answered Vasya.
“Well, let’s go and write! Our happy duet is going to create” Pushkn and Vasya said in unison.
“There’s a green oak by the bay,
on the oak a chain of gold:
a learned cat, night and day,
walks round on that chain of old:
to the right – it spins a song,
to the left – a tale of wrong.
Marvels there: the wood-sprite rides,
in the leaves a mermaid hides:
on deep paths of mystery
unknown creatures leave their spoor:
huts on hen’s legs you can see,
with no window and no door…”
My daughter loves the story and we are inspired to create together this Christmas tree decoration.
Vasya continues to dictate:
“And I was there and I drank mead,
I saw the green oak by the sea,
I sat there while the learned cat
told its stories – here’s one that
I remember, and I’ll unfurl,
a story now for all the world…”
Please enjoy Vasya and Pushkin’s masterpiece.
Thank you, my reader, for your smile and light from your beautiful eyes because of you I am here.
Thank You for Inspiration to create and build lighthouses. I am incredibly happy to have a beautiful possibility to touch Your Inspiration, You had granted a young sailor Mathieu.
We are walking around a very beautiful and romantic place in the town Plougonvelin. This is the westernmost point of mainland France.
The lighthouse Saint-Mathieu has fascinated us and captured our imagination…
Lighthouses are not just stone, brick, metal, and glass. There’s a human story at every lighthouse. A Human Fate speaks by lighthouse’s rays.
Born at the sea
with big brave heart,
I am a happy young sailor,
My name is Mathieu.
This story is simple
It is about the Light.
My Destiny is
To keep It in my lamp.
It is all very romantic – a lighthouse standing by the sea to guide home the weary sailor, and the lighthouse keeper with the lantern, trimming the wicks and keeping a solitary watch for a ship in trouble. Fog, storms, shipwrecks, rescues – what an adventure lighthouse keeping!
The boat was small
But our hearts were big!
The ship began to move slowly along
The wing blew it…
In 1250, the Benedictine monks in Saint Mathieu hung a lantern on the top of a tower to guide ships on the Iroise Sea. The abbey was built in several stages from the Romanesque period (11th and 12th century) to the Gothic (from the 13th to the 15th century).
It was the worst storm ever,
Father of all storms.
But in the very midst of it,
When the wind was highest ,
The waves were strongest,
When the foam and the spray
Completely covered ship windows
I had seen the Light!
Being lost at sea in the dark is a matter of life and death. Near this megalith old Benedictine monk Mathieu had been praying for protection of every ship on the Atlantic for whole his life.
The sea as black as ink
Roaring and thundering on the rocky shores,
I could feel much too clearly,
The grasp of the swirling darkness below.
I had seen the Light –
We would survive!
Kneeling I prayed for protection –
“The light of God surrounds us,
The love of God enfolds us,
The power of God protects us!”
I closed my eyes…
And opened its on the shore.
We all were saved by the Light!
Mathieu’s lamp is very big now. It helps sailors in their navigation: by lining up with white rays, they know they are headed in the right direction.
– white: route to follow
– red: danger
– green: isolated danger.
Night by night as soon as it begin to grow dark Mathieu’s lamps are lighted. And as the ships go by, they always keep a look-out for friendly lights and avoid the rocks of which they are warned.
You know I am feeling a clumsiness of my words, Chopin helps me describe my thoughts more precisely about the Light Mathieu saw in his Etude “Ocean”. This is miraculous, exquisite and phenomenal. You will feel the roaring waves in a series of rising and falling arpeggios and you will see the Light. You will be eyes of Mathieu.
We all are keeping the Light in our lamps. We are a lighthouses.
Thank you for sharing your light. I know the way because of you!
Thank You for Halloween. We are in the town of Fear, where Horror pulls us down. Svetlana Bobrova, the photographer, helps you to see what I am writing about. So it is time to meet your daaaaark twin.
I am your Fear,
Your darkest twin brother.
Your body fills with a dreadful chill,
When I am near.
By why? I am your mirror.
Paralyzed? Oh, it is just the beginning.
Come to me and let me hug you!
Soon we’ll be one instead of two,
I shall take you with me into my woody coffin…
You turn the switch, seeking light.
Ha-ha-ha-ha! The bulb is dead.
We are alone tonight, my darling,
We are together. No light came…
You think of going back to bed.
Antidepressants – please, do not forget!!!
I take you under the ground,
I make you run and hide –
My ghosts are pale and white –
You sweat and tremble, Why?
Blood-sucking Vamps and zombies
Walk around… You scream!
“I am not dead. I am in my bed – not woody coffin!”
Your mind is drifting and whirling around…
It is just a dream you can change every moment.
You are alive. Accept your dark twin, fear, you’ll find peace.
Happy psychotherapist is growing roses –
Antidepressants do not work, a smell of roses he prescribes!
Thank You for this possibility to meet my own dark twin. I am laughing with her, and we are a good company in smelling roses together. You can join.
Thank You for this morning. I am so happy to celebrate my first today’s hours with bird’s singing and happy writing.
This morning was going to be happy for inhabitants of Brest Fortress 73 years ago… Ordinary people, cooks, musicians, soldiers, doctors, civilians become suddenly, on this fateful morning, heroes, they want it or not, they like it or not.
On 22 June 1941, soon after 3am, the first German shells smashed into the Soviet frontier fortress of Brest – Hitler’s Operation Barbarossa had begun. Today is the first day of the Second World War on the territory of my country.
Persistent rumors that the Germans were cranking up preparations for a breakthrough on the border were considered as sabotage and eventually suppressed. The initial artillery fire took the absolutely unprepared fortress by surprise.
“- This fortress, fortress here, we keep the defense, – This fortress, fortress here, we keep the defense…”
The Germans had allowed twelve hours to secure the area, but it took them nine days! The Brest Fortress became the place where the invaders lost 5% of their East Front deadcount within the first week of war.
One of the dramatic pages of defence of the Brest fortress was an acute water shortage. The approaches to the water were fired – a lot of fighters and commanders died trying to obtain precious drops.
The walls of the red citadel keeps the last good bye from unnamed hero: “We’ll die but we’ll not leave the fortress”. “I’m dying but I won’t surrender. Farewell, Motherland. 20.VII.41.
The heroic defence of Brest is the legend of the Second World War on the Eastern Front. The film “Brestskaya Krepost” (“Fortress of War”) tells much more. Strongly recommended.
Thank You for this possibility to share with you something really important. We live and we have to remember the price for our today’s happy and peaceful morning.
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