Easter Muse

Hello God!

Thank You for Easter we are celebrating today!

I am blessed by a possibility to invite you to Gallerie dell’Accademia in Venice where I have found the Muse Polyhymnia! The Muse inspires us to write and sing a Hymn to Easter! Hymn to Life! La Polimnia.JPG Polyhymnia – greek “the one of many hymns”, also spelt Polymnia. Muse Polymnia is the creation by Italian sculpture  Antonio Canova.

“The most heavenly serenity and calm to be fond in the face of this statue, the elegant and youthful forms of which are united to an overall majesty that is fitting for a Muse”, writes Leopoldo Cicognara in Lettera Sulla Musa Polimnia

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“Polyhymnia is on a hinge where she turns with the breath of air that blows when a windows is opened, and the pressure of the little finger of a damsel produces a marvelous effect”.

The effect is in the lifting of the energy to live and to create, celebrating Easter in a happy new way. We are inspired by beautiful Muse.

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And my heart is singing the Hymn!

All creatures of our God and King,
lift up your voice and with us sing
alleluia, alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
thou silver moon with softer gleam,
O praise him, O praise him,
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

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A writer of hymns is known as a hymnodist. We are all a hymnodists now. Inspired by Polyhymnia let’s go at the table with a pen in a hands or with harp, lyre and lute. We are creating the Life in an infinite ways.

And you now “It should be simple and metrical in form, genuinely emotional, poetic and literary in style, spiritual in quality, and in its ideas so direct and so immediately apparent as to unify a congregation while singing it”.

Happy Easter! May the Muse Polymnia inspires You for Today and always!

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George and Katya

Hello God!

Thank You for Valentine’s Day.

A beautiful song by Russian bard Juilii Maitus and poet Evgenii Breitigam “On the Sleigh” is for your loving ears. The painting by Ludwig Blume Siebert is for your loving eyes. And my translation is for your loving smiles.

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George and Katya were amusing by themselves in the winter time.
On the sleigh they were riding from the icy big mountain.
And when the sleigh was dashingly flying, scraping through the snow,
George had whispered her quickly: “Katya, I love you.”

Katya was terribly confused and did not know how to be,
Maybe it is seemed so, because the wind could make a joke.
And she had told him timidly without looking in his eyes:
“I would like to ride this slide again…”

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Oh, by the way, I have found this cake in the grocery story “Eliseevski” in Saint Petersburg for our special occasion. Please take a piece and enjoy a continuation of the story.

We all need be happy and have fun in winter time…
Once again the couple began to descend from the icy big mountain.
And when the sleigh had dashingly flew down, the moment came,
George had quietly kissed Katya.

Katya had again confused, could not understand
Maybe – she thought so, the wind had howled again.
And she had timidly told him without looking in his eyes:
“I would like to ride this slide again.”

And when the sledge had dashingly flew down again as an arrow,
George had whispered her quietly: “Katya, be my wife.”
Katya was not confused and the wind was silent,
She had blushed and laughed and said: “Ok.”

Thank You for your beautiful ears, eyes and smiles. I live for them and I love you!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

Golden Goodbye to Summer

Hello God!

Thank You for the Summer.

Today I am hugging the Summer with Golden Goodbye from my heart. My Summer is Sandy Goddess in a sparkling sandy dress with oceanic breathing and pine trees perfume. Her name is la Duna du Pilat. She is a French woman with unforgettable charm.

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La Duna du Pilat is the tallest sand dune in Europe. It is located in La Teste-de-Buch in the Arcachon Bay area, France, 60 km from Bordeaux. I am blessed by touching her sandy sparkling dress and  feeling her waves.

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La Dune du Pilat has a volume of about 60,000,000 m³, measuring around 500 m wide from east to west and 2.7 km in length from north to south. Its height is currently 110 meters above sea level. She is an impressive and gigantic. Dancing Kite.jpg

La Duna is my Summer Sandy Mother

I am her happy smiling child,

I love her bright and clear colors,

I am drawing with her face and eyes.

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She is a miracle – a granule of sand

Embracing the eternity of life

Where all times are waiving, flying

As a butterflies of delta planes.

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La Duna is a French woman,

Her charming smile is promising a gift.

The Arcachon’s Golden Candy she presents

For all of us – I have brought it to you!

Unwrap the candy and enjoy the gift you are blessed by the Summer.

La Duna is my Summer Goddess and wavering my Golden Goodbye to her is a little sad.  But with her help I understand the impermanence of all things. I write to her a secret message in the sand, Atlantic Ocean carries my words to all of us, whispering to your ears “I Love You!”

Goodbye, Summer! Goodbye Sandy Goddess!

Cinderella’s Diary

Hello God!

Thank You for Cinderella.

We all know her story but nothing about her marriage with Prince Charming. Today’s morning I have found the continuation of her story in the wonderful poem “Cinderella’s Diary” by Ron Koertge. With these Vogue illustration I am happy to share it.

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“I miss my stepmother. What a thing to say,
but it’s true. The prince is so boring: four
hours to dress and then the cheering throngs.
Again. The page who holds the door is cute
enough to eat. Where is he once Mr. Charming
kisses my forehead goodnight?

Every morning I gaze out a casement window
at the hunters, dark men with blood on their
boots who joke and mount, their black trousers
straining, rough beards, calloused hands, selfish,
abrupt…

Step-mother.jpgOh, dear diary—I am lost in ever after:
those insufferable birds, someone in every
room with a lute, the queen calling me to look
at another painting of her son, this time
holding the transparent slipper I wish
I’d never seen”.

Cinderella is running to step-mother’s hands even faster than she was in hurry to Prince Charming. Cinderella’s story in this film is beautiful but you know we should be careful what we wish for.

Thank you for your smiling eyes and light breath, it is great pleasure to feel them for me. Have a beautiful day!

Murrforbidden Fruit

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!

 

 

Macho Madrid

Hello God!

Thank You for Madrid I was blessed to dance in. It was incredibly happy experience of the hugging and rhythm by handsome Macho Madrid.

I suppose that the word “macho” in the modern environment sometimes has the negative connotation, means for example “a man who is aggressively proud of his masculinity”.  As for me it is associated with “a man’s responsibility to provide for, protect, and defend his woman and family”.

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Madrid is Macho.

He is tender with strong arms,

His huggings are precious,

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With my first step from the plane

Landing on the stage,

I am Jeniffer Lopez in red dress,

Feeling Macho Madrid’s embrace.Sky of Madrid.JPG

Walking by Grand Via

I am protected and loved

In the hands of Joaquín Cortés

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Spanish macho with tender duende

“mysterious power which everyone senses

and no philosopher explains,”

Great poet Lorca said.Maria.JPG

We are twirling and spinning,

It makes me cry with joy and love

Aaaaaaaa – How beautiful we are

And thankful endlessly for life!Prado.JPG

Music is resonating everywhere around

Walking and feeling the duende of Prado.

This soul is climbing up inside me,

from the soles of the feet.

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My eyes are loved by handsome dancer’s eyes,

I am hypnotized and entering the trance,

We are lost in the Kingdom

Where  Macho Madrid is the King.
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The dance is so pure, its strength fills my soul

Possessing my spirit, my mind,

I am feeling the essence of being…

But the time watcher is strict.
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Compás is the word for metre and time signature

This is compulsory and the dance is ended.

Flamenco with Macho Madrid I will continue

The red espadrilles are my gift from Him.

Thank you for your eyes and smiles. I am happy because of you, and sharing my dance with Macho Madrid was a great pleasure.

Please enjoy the video where Jennifer Lopez dances with  Joaquín Cortés. You will feel and understand my dance with Macho Madrid.

 

Spooky Legonight

Hello God!

Thank You for Halloween. Tonight we are going to have a great Legonight!

I invite you in Denmark. Billund is the city where Lego was born and Legoland is fantastic there.

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The Haunted House is welcoming you, “Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors…”

Boo!

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And handsome vampire is smiling, inviting to

“The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense
A vital breath of more ethereal air…”

Boo!

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“So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.”

The poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Halloween rituals turn horror into play, death into levity, gore into laughter,” says UC Berkeley psychologist Dacher Keltner.

Off with your head, Dance till you are dead, Heads will roll – ha, ha, ha!

So thank you for our Spooky Legonight!  Your laughing is really inspiring!