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2018 Full of Diamonds

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Hello God!

Thank You for the New 2018!!!

A new child is named “Twenty Eighteen” and 4 fairies are blessing Him.

The fairies are from Diamonds Kingdom of Van Cleef and Arpeis.

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The Fairy of the Sun is blessing by the Light

The Diamonds of Sunlight are gifted to the child.

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The Fairy of the Moon is blessing by the Water

The Diamonds of Ocean are gifted to the child.Fee de Temps.jpg

The Fairy of the Time is blessing by the Moment

The Diamonds of Happiness are gifted to the child.

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The Fairy of Hope are blessing by the Trust

The Diamonds of Dream are gifted to the child!

Twenty Eighteen is blessed by millions diamonds and he will be happy, healthy and beautiful. We are all blessed and we are all diamonds. “We are life like diamonds in the sky” I am singing   – join to me, please. The song is beautiful.

Happy New 2018 Full of Diamonds!

Murrforbidden Fruit

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Hello God!

Thank You for the feeling of Miracle we are all full in the anticipation of Christmas. Miracle is on the way, and we have the most beautiful weekend in the year dreaming about something very desirable.

With the photos by Svetlana Pavlovskaya in my anticipation of Christmas Miracle I am writing “Murrforbidden Fruit”.

In the middle of MurrParadise is the Murrforbidden Fruit…

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Two rings of sausages with salt and spices are in my eyes,

It is so tempting and seductive with a skin around –

I want to touch it, just to touch…

But I know the Fruit is forbidden,

My goddess, my owner, keeps it until Christmas,

She is in the Nativity Fast.

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Temptation is stronger than my fear,

I want it just to touch, so stretching on tiptoe

I have touched it!!! Oh, meow-meow, murrrrrr!

My paw is so tender, so fluffy, and

Simply to touch is not the pleasure now,

I desire more…

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The dance of dopamines with adrenaline bass

Increasing my blood level – I bump into the desire,

My heart races and my mouth goes dry.

The moment of stabbing my teeth in the skin is the rush –

The happiest moment I have in my life!

My owner, please forgive me my weakness. I am just a cat!

 

Christmas is coming! I love your smiles, I love your eyes! Thank you for sharing with me  this happy waiting for Christmas!

 

 

Mademoiselle Butterfat

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Hello God!

Thank You for the butter I am generously spreading on my bread.  I have a breakfast.

The piece of bread is of course gluten free. And butter… oh, I know about cholesterol which is potentially bad for my health. But I love butter. It smells fantastically and it looks as divine honey. What’s the pleasure and the gift I have at this morning!

Inspiring by butter and cream in my coffee I enjoy creating my opera “Mademoiselle Butterfat”.

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My dear friend, her name is Ollie Joy, is a beautiful and gentle cow.

She loves traveling and this is her last selfie

She took in Amsterdam.

I met her in Ventspils, Latvia, we introduced on the Parade of Cows.

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Ollie enjoys a new places and

Has a dream to visit all countries

She watches about at Discovery channel.

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Ollie was named by her famous grandmother –Elm Farm Ollie,

Grandmother adventures are around the airplane flight

She took on Feb. 18, 1930, to the International Aircraft Exposition at St. Louis.

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Because she was such an unusually productive dairy cow —

And required three daily milkings —

She was put to work in-flight.

As the story goes, she ate her usual feed and produced 24 quarts of milk!

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She inspired to create lyric opera, “Madame “Butterfat”.

It tells the tale of one Farmer Brown, whose farm was about to go under.

A couple of salesmen offered him money for Elm Farm Ollie

So that they could fly her in a plane and milk her.Glamour Cow.jpg

Farmer Brown loved the cow but had no choice; he sold her.

The men planned to sell the milk with big price and have a lot of money,

but Ollie said that if the men didn’t give the milk to the needy,

“I’ll make the biggest cow pie that you have ever seen

So follow well my orders or I will be obscene.”

Sensibly, they complied.

Ha-ha-ha! What’s the girl!

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Two girls are talking on the bench.

I love the story of her grandmother –

“Sing we praises of that moo cow,

Airborne once and ever more,

Kindness, courage, butter, cream cheese,

These fine things we can’t ignore.”

We are singing “Bovine Cantata in B flat,”

Please enjoy the opera and love your breakfast creating your own masterpiece, singing and laughing about everything you see! As I love my “Mademoiselle Butterfat”.

Have a beautiful day!

 

 

Scheherazade Archipelago

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Hello God!

Thank You for Rimsky-Korsakov.

What’s the surname! “Rimsky” in Russian means “Roman” and “Korsakov” is about “Korsak” means “steppe fox”, with this happy connection “Rimsky-Korsakov” two great persons, brothers Voin and Nicolai are inspiring me today.

Rimsky-Korsakov Archipelago was named after commander of schooner Vostok  – Voin Rimsky-Korsakov, I did not know about this fact and I am astonished by it. Voin was 22 years older than Nicolai. Nicolai is the great Russian composer, and I know where his music comes from. His brother was his navigator!

Can you imagine that the officer in the Imperial Russian Navy, then the civilian Inspector of Naval Bands is writing “Practical Manual of Harmony” and composing 16 operas and 17 works for symphony orchestra and difficultly countable chamber, piano music, romances! So it is all about Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov. 

I invite you to Scheherazade Archipelago, we are going to unknown enigmatic islands in the ocean of music.

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“Scheherazade” is a symphonic sea we are floating in with the fairy tales from “One Thousand and One Nights”. Her portrait by Pavel Ivanov (Paul Mak), Shéhérazade is impressed. The violin voice – voice of Scheherazade is mesmerising, please close your eyes, our journey begins!

The poem is structured in four movements, our islands of the archipelago, which originally were untitled but later were given names by Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s student Anatoly Lyadov.

We are immersed in the waters of the first island.

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The Sea and Sindbad’s Ship starts with the deep, formidable voice of the Sultan in the winds and strings, calling for his newest wife to entertain him. He convinced that all women are false and faithless, vowed to put to death each of his wives after the first nuptial night.

Scheherazade tries to save her life by entertaining her lord with fascinating tales, represented by a light, lyrical solo violin melody, begins to develop her tale.

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The next island is The Story of the Kalandar Prince opens with Scheherazade’s  violin line. The Kalandar was rich Prince who gets shipwrecked by a Magnet Mountain and had a lot of troubles with women and forty keys to the forty doors, Scheherazade will tell you someday.

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The Young Prince and the Young Princess is about love story. The third island hugs us by the melody of youthfulness and joy. We are whirling in waltz, circling around beautiful man and woman in love.

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Arriving to the forth island we are celebrating  – “Festival at Baghdad; the Sea; the Ship Goes to Pieces on a Rock Surmounted by a Bronze Warrior”.  The Sultan, consumed with curiosity, postponed from day to day the execution of his wife, and finally repudiated his bloody vow entirely. The Sultan falls in love with Scheherazade!

The finale is agitated, it seems every vibes around are full of joy, with every movement of  bows of strings and every breath of winds instruments we are full of love of life.

Thank you, for this gift to share with you this happiness to open unknown and beautiful. Our journey to Scheherazade Archipelago was fantastic experience!

 

Ballerina in Red

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Hello God!

Thank You for ballerina in red I am inspired by.

With the poem by Edwina Reizer I am happy to share my inspiration.

Ballerina

The frightened ballerina,
standing on her toes
stood behind the curtain
in a dainty pose.
Having practiced faithfully
hour after hour,
inside her heart was pounding.
Outside her muscled power
overcame her fear.

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The overture now playing,
each note was in her ear.
And as the curtain opened
it took away her fear.
The stage, the lights
became her love.
Each pirouette and leap
took her way above
into a different sphere.

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The audience, mesmerized,
intent on every motion,
appreciation on their faces
showed deep emotion.
And as the music ended
she took her final bow.
No longer was
she frightened,
in fact emboldened now.
She knew why she was here.

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To dance, to dance
at every given chance.
To hear the applause
and hear them call her name.
And so the ballerina
standing on her toes
so graceful and dainty
is awed as she does hear.
‘Bravo, bravo,
bravo, my dear!”

Beautiful film “Lost in Motion II” is for today. It explores the spectrum of emotions experienced by a ballerina as they bare their soul for all to see. The video is fantastically beautiful. Please enjoy!

The curtains are closed. We are inspired by ballerina in red.

Knowledge Day

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Hello God!

Thank You for the Knowledge Day!

We are celebrating the 1st of September, our first day in school!

Knowledge.jpgWe are happy today. My daughter with hand in my hand goes to the school. I know, my darling, home works are compulsory and sometimes its are difficult and boring. Teachers are different and perhaps you will meet misunderstanding. But I am with you and I help you to open numerous doors to knowledges. I learn with you.

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With the Danish doors you see, for today I have discovered “The Chaos” written by Dutch writer, traveller, and teacher Gerard Nolst Trenité.

This is a classic English poem containing about 800 of the worst irregularities in English spelling and pronunciation!!!

Dearest creature in Creation,
Studying English pronunciation,
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy;
Tear in eye, your dress you’ll tear;
So shall I!

Oh, hear my prayer.

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Pray, console your loving poet,
Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word.
Sword and sward, retain and Britain
(Mind the latter, how it’s written!)
Made has not the sound of bade,
Say-said, pay-paid, laid, but plaid.

Please enjoy and learn! We all are always have something to learn. Thank you for your smile and my hope that I open something new and fascinating for your mind!

Happy Knowledges!

Adiós, Summer!

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Hello God!

Thank You for the violin melody I am listening now. It is “Adiós a la Alhambra” by Jesús de Monasterio. I was lucky to meet the composer in the centre of nice mountain village Potes, Cantabria, Spain.

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This funny illustration by Daniel Pérez embodies the violinist and exactly mirrors my own idea about Jésus. Yes, the Crown – Violin is on his head and in his mind. The bows radiate the music we feel in his blue eyes.

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Jesús de Monasterio was born in Potes in 1836. “One afternoon, little Jésus 4 y.o. listen a melody his father playing the violin, a melody as simple as melancholy. When father saw his son sitting in a corner of the room he was in abundant tears. “Why are you crying, child?” he asked. “I cry”, answered the boy, “because that music makes me cry”. With such an answer, Jacinto Monasterio decided to teach his son to play the violin.

He learned to play the violin at age five and became a child prodigy. At the age of seven, Jesus de Monasterio as Mozart astonished the audience by his first performance. “He caused an inexplicable admiration with the prodigies that he made playing the violin: this little angel, smaller than the instrument he had in hand,” – the review of that concert said.

Monasterio.JPGMonasterio devoted most of his life to teaching and promoting music in Spain. Outside of teaching, Monasterio founded in 1863 the Society of Quartets, which became the gateway to Spain of the best chamber music of European Romanticism.

He directed the Orchestra of the Concert Society and brought greater technical complexity to the orchestra, especially in the string section. As a composer, he left half a hundred works. He composed orchestral music and chamber music, religious works and didactic works.

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In Proust Questionnaire for the magazine Black and White published in 1893 he affirmed that his favorite occupation was to study; that his favorite color was white; that among all the animals he preferred the dog; that his favorite writers were Cervantes, Fray Luis de Leon and Concepcion Arenal, and that he had no favorite politician. To the question “To what faults do you feel most indulgent?”,  Jesus of Monastery replied: “Those committed its who are blindly in love”.

The Violin.jpg “Adiós a la Alhambra” is the piece for violin and piano, I am saying “Good bye, Summer!” with. This beautiful melody declaims Violin poem by Hafiz:

“When the violin can forgive the past

it starts singing

When the violin can stop worrying

About the future

You will become such a drunk laughing nuisance.

That God will then lean down

And start combing you into His hair.

When the viloin can forgive

Every wound caused by others

The heart starts singing”

It seems the violinist, A. Detisov, embodies the genius of Jésus de Monasterio. I am so grateful to share this pleasure to listen such a beautiful violin melody today, in the last summer day!

Adiós, Summer!

 

 

Saint Barbie

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Hello God!

Thank You for Inspiration You provide to love our world. My inspiration is devoted to your smile today and I create a poem about the nice painting from Mark Ryden.

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Mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy

Pleasse buy me Barbie

Barbie is in my brainy

Barbie is in my heart!

Pappy, pappy, pappy, pappy

I love Barbie

You love my mummy less

Than I do Barbie.

Mummy – pappy, mummy – pappy

I promise to be honey

I’ll read a tale to

My loving Barbie.

O Saint Barbie, please,

Tell my mummy,

Tell my pappy

To buy me Barbie!

Thank you for your smile. Have an inspirational weekend!