The Code 4U9525

Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to play the Game. We live in the digital world and the Game called Life runs by numbers and codes. The wi-fi sport in my apartment are spreading the waves of Internet and the avatar of Glorialana is online. We are all online and we are all in the Game. Numbers are the filed of our game and every thought, emotion, even every blink of eyes have the code, unique and specific code.

Last week was tough. The crash of Germanwings plane in the French Alps with 150 people on board was activated by the code of the number of the flight  – 4U9525. This code is about the conscious or unconscious will to kill. The plane’s co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz, was the matrix of the concentrated pure code 4U9525.

And we are all responsible for building this matrix.

Almost Time

Activating of the code starts from the very beginning. Pregnancy is often portrayed as a time of great joy, but that’s not the reality for all women. At least one in ten pregnant women suffers from bouts of depression.

“Should I keep a baby if he does not love and support me? Am I good enough for a baby? I afraid what my parents say!” – billion of negative voices of pregnant women together with their doubtful partners make the code to circulate. The program of the will to kill 4U9525 is loading. We are building the matrix …


Let’s go farther. Parent is keeping hand of his child in one hand and a bottle of vodka in another. He is drunk, he is alcoholic. Do you ever feel ashamed, embarrassed or confused about your parent’s drinking? Could you remember what the main emotion you felt is? I remember – hate.

Child’s heart does not know any compromises. His hate is the most powerful trigger of the code of the will to kill 4U9525.

Butterfly Effect

“Hurry on!!! How long am I going to wait for you! You are as ugly as tortilla I want to kick by my foot!!!” screaming mother pushes her little son when he has stopped to feel a butterfly’s wings on his cheek. Instead he feels a tears on his cheek, he is an ugly tortilla, mother said.

“Mother is always right – I do not deserve her love, I am bad”, hopeless and helpless were born in a child’s brain. The code of the will to kill 4U9525 is activated.


Every thought has the price. Every voice has the code.

We are responsible for building the matrix of the will to kill – 4U9525. Andreas Lubitz is our own creation and reflection. Sorry, but we have to face it and to understand that we are powerful to build a different matrixes with the codes of love, appreciation, tenderness, understanding whatever we choose.

Light as Air

We live in the Game where numbers are the field of everything. Please remember about the code 4U9525. 150 lives are the price of our memory.

Just breath and count 1-2-3 when some negative thought or emotion penetrates in your brain, and create a code of love! Together we shall build a matrixes you see here on the pictures by Sienna Morris drawing in numberism technique. We live by numbers and codes and draw with its our beautiful works of art in our Game called Life.

Thank You for your beautiful smiling eyes, we have just created a new code of joy.

Dark Twin

Hello God!

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.

Halloween Horror

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!!!

Dark Twin

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…

Calm night

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.

Have a beautiful night!


Miss Melancholetta

Hello God!

Thank You for Miss Melancholetta! The saddest girl in the world was my company for last two weeks.

First week in her hugs was wonderful. We were walking without an umbrellas under spring rain and listening Chopin’s preludes. The most relevant to our mood was Prelude No.15 known as the “Raindrop” prelude. I even had found my old sheets of the Prelude and played it to my guest Miss Melancholetta. As for me the piece is difficult, lasting between five and seven minutes, this is the longest of the preludes and a pianist has to be in balanced condition as in balancing asanas in yoga practice. Balancing mood especially in my gust’s company is not my strong side.

We were declaiming a poems, of course, and because we are girls, about love for whole week. Our favourite is Love by Pablo Neruda:


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.


Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreparable harm.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

“Oh, love! It’s so sweet, but it’s so painful, Melodramatic mood is my specialisation!” Melancholetta said when we were drying each other’s tears. A tears as raindrops… Chopin knows.

Second week with my guest was look like I was trapped. Miss Melancholetta were desperately inviting me to her old grandmother Madam Depression. I could not allow her to deliver me to Madam Depression (due to it is really, really expensive) and we made an agreement: I write a post about her and I am free.

So I am free now. Thank you, Miss Melancholetta for your sweet company. I am really grateful for your visit.

When you feel sad, please, know Miss Melancholetta has visited you. Enjoy her company for a while but do not let her to introduce you with Madam. You know who she is.

Have a happy weekend!

4 Muses

Hello God!

Thank You for Antonio Vivaldi. Everybody knows something about his great music. I have never met a person who does not know Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons, for example. Did you know that the four concertos were written with four sonnets?

Today we are lucky to have the unique possibility to see how Vivaldi’s genius is creating. Who helps and inspires him? On this magic scene Zoltan Molnos‘s paintings reflect the eyes of Vivaldi’s Muses.


Winter Concerto in f-minor

Winter Muse had come in purple… Purple is exactly for f minor. Allegro non molto as December, the first son of Winter, is sudden and unpredictable. My heart is beating is his tempo. My past pain dictates:

“Frozen and shivering in the icy snow.
In the strong blasts of a terrible wind…”

Tender and fragile violins before are frightening now. But my heart is beating in hope, past is in the past, my souls sees in a future.

Largo is January.

“To spend the quiet and happy days by the fire,
Whilst outside the rain soaks everyone.”

The second Winter’s son is kind and gentle. Happy memories he brings by beautiful melody from violins. I see and feel a warmness of my home, my childhood’s home.

Allegro is romantic February. My heart’s beating in Allegro again but I do not feel my pain. It is disappearing under melting ices. I feel and love the free river of life and joy!

“To go in haste, slide and fall down:
To go again on the ice and run,
Until the ice cracks and open.”

Thank you, Winter Muse, for Inspiration!


Spring – Concerto in E Major

I am greeting Spring Muse. She is young and her dress is a light green silk of the first grass and small leaves on a trees, a pearl snowdrop flowers are in her eyes. E Major is for her.

Allegro, March, is joyful:

“The festive Spring has arrived,
The birds celebrate her return with happy songs,
And the brooks of the gentle Zephyrs
With sweet murmurs flow.”

April is singing his beautiful melody in Largo. Clearness of spring air makes me write:

“And in the flower-rich meadow,
To the gentle murmur of leaves and plants
The goatherd sleeps, his faithful dog at his side.”

May is playing the hymn to life in Allegro. Beautiful girl Violin falls in love with elegant and smart boy Cello. The happy two hearts celebrate their love. I am feeling the unison of their breathing. Hymn of life is created:

“To the merry sounds of a rustic bagpipe
Nymphs and shepherds dance in their beloved spot
When Spring appears in its brilliance.”

Thank you, Spring Muse, for Inspiration.


Summer – Concerto in g-minor

My Summer Muse, hello. I am so happy to see you again. You are in a golden rays of sun trapped in your hairs. You are so beautiful but your eyes are so sad. I know the reason. The reason is a love story in g-minor.

The Violin who loved Cello so passionately is telling her sad story to June in Allegro non molto:

“A gentle breeze blows, but Boreas
Joins battle suddenly with his neighbour,
And the shepherd weeps because overhead
Hangs the dreaded storm, and his destiny.”

The boy Cello is leaving our Violin because of his parents will. His destiny is awful. Dreaded storm of his fears are spinning his way. He has to be brave. But what if the fear is stronger?

Let’s listen to July, Adagio e piano – Presto e forte. Doubled tempo is not good for Cello. The Destiny demands decision, but:

“His tired limbs are robbed of their rest
By his fear of the lightning and the heavy thunder
And by the furious swarm of flies and hornets.”

Cello, we are here with you! Please save your Love, my hearts is crying.

August is the winner in Presto. Cello is a great Warrior. He made a brave decision. The fears are gone:

“Alas, his fears are well founded
There is thunder and lightning in the sky
And the hail cuts down the lofty ears of corn.”

Violin and Cello are together. Love is saved.

Thank you, Summer Muse, for Inspiration.


Autumn – Concerto in F Major

Autumn Muse is rich and grateful for her richness endlessly. I am listening to her warm voice now in fabulous F Major.

Cheerful September is in Allegro:

“The peasant celebrates with song and dance
The pleasure of the rich harvest,
And full of the liquor of Bacchus
They finish their merrymaking with a sleep.”

Oh, dear friends, it seems today is the special day for Cello and Violin. Their wedding day we celebrate today!

Calm October is in Adagio molto:

“All are made to leave off singing and dancing
By the air which now mild gives pleasure
And by the season which invited many
To enjoy a sweet sleep.”

Nature is going to sleep. I see my mother singing my favourite lullaby, oh, please, my dream, I beg you stop for a moment to catch a melody. Sweet melody of nostalgia: I kiss my mother cheek, I feel the sweet scent of my childhood. It is a blessing.

“Trying to be young” November invites to a picnic in Allegro. Actually November is in grandfather’s age. But he does not want to sleep:

“At dawn the hunters
With horns and guns and dogs leave their homes;
The beast flees; they follow its traces.”

November promises a picnic, but we know a rainy cold days are around. We have a happy chance to trust and follow grandfather. I am writing a grand dance for orchestra as a embodiment of hope and the triumph of Life’s wisdom!

Thank you, Autumn Muse, for Inspiration.

Magic is fading, we are enchanted by the scene. Thank you for being with me.

Love in Paris

Hello God!

Thank You for Paris. This city is special in my destiny. I with my Dream Man had decided to marry there. You know I love to return to this happy time because the good memory of the crystal clearness about our future together works. It, this memory, works really good in a cloudy times.

We were walking hand in hand and Paris was our love song our heart were singing in unison. As on these wonderful paintings by French artist Jacques Guignard.

She plays

She plays the violin in happy dreams about Love.

He Dreams

He asks the Moon to help in finding her.


They are together now and the rain is dancing in a joy to see them under an umbrella.


Their Love is blooming in Paris. But who is in blue? Nobody, just shade of fear to loose the feelings.


The river Senna has taken out all fears and Love freely flows in their hearts.


Their wedding dance is waltz of Love, of course, by Strauss.


Miracle have happened. The embodiment of Love is on the way. “Salut!” their daughter will say in French, because of Love in Paris.

Thank You for your light smile and a small tear from your eyes because of sweet memory we have just relived again.

Jewellery Box

Hello God!

Thank You for my jewellery box I keep my treasures in. Every girl genetically loves her jewellery box. You know why? Because every jewellery box you have ever seen keeps a secret always involving a heart of owner. Her romantic heart and the finer things of life the jewellery box contains…

Let’s open the heavy door of the Chateau de Josselin, Brittany, France.


As a cunning fox, as my curious daughter wants to see inside my jewellery box, we try to open the lid of the beautiful jewellery box we have found on the table. What is the secret inside? “Ni vous sans moi, ni moi sans vous” (“Neither you without me, neither I without you”) my cheeks are red a little because of touching a love story. Oh la,la, the French love love.


The history of France says L’Amour (Love) is the Ruler and Le Plaisir (Pleasure) is the Constitution. This architectural Masterpiece proves the statement. Everybody around this castle was in love. Do you feel it?


There are a soft fire of the rubies, there are the brilliant purple of the amethysts, and the sea green of the emeralds – all shining together in incredible union. We are mesmerised by treasures of the jewellery box and we can just imagine a love moments its keep inside.


The best way to see a love moments you try to imagine seeing inside of the jewellery box is to take your soulmate by hand and go to eat an ice cream in a cafe you have met then under an umbrella kiss each other as at the first time. It was raining, do you remember?

The hand written notes we have found should be kept in every jewellery box on our planet. “Neither you without me, neither I without you”,please, write her a note. Her heart and jewellery box will keep it forever with the secret of your happiness. The Ruler is Love, by the way. The French know it for sure. So do we now.

Thank you for sharing with me this romantic and full of love moment.

The 5 Cs

Hello God!

Thank You for today. Today is a very nice day. I am reading a very good article by philosopher Brian Johnston I am happy to share some thoughts from it. The idea is a beautiful union of this 5 Cs helps us to archive satisfying and sustainable results in any endeavour. The girls are from “In the sunny south” by Vittorio Matteo Corcos.

1. A clear Conception of what we want, a vivid vision, a goal strongly imagined.

2. A strong Confidence that we can attain our goal.

3. A focused Concentration on what it takes to reach that goal.

4. A stubborn Consistency in pursuing our vision.

5. A Capacity to Enjoy the process along the way.


“Together these make up a universal tool kit for remarkable accomplishment. They constitute the most extraordinary leveraging device for our energies in any situation or challenge. They are remarkably reliable tools for helping us make the most of our lives and energies every day,” concludes the philosopher.

This union is powerful. Perhaps we should hire it. I will, so, I am hiring them now. The girls first working day is from this moment. They are working for us, so we can do “it”!

Raspberry Vaudeville

Hello God!

Thank You for this pleasure to live. Today is Friday and we all deserve a good portion of pleasure. I invite you to my club where Raspberry Vaudeville is on the stage.


Raspberry is a pretty girl

Who loves young boy Pistachio.

But old Baron de Chocolade

Has different view on her destiny.


Baron de Chocolade wants

Ha-ha, to marry!

Rapsberry is his fiancé –

He is sure Pistachio will cry.


Baron will cry because

Pistachio was first who came to

Father of his beloved and said (in recitative)

Pistachio: I want to ask for the hand of your daughter in marriage.
Raspberry’s father: You’re an idiot!
Pistachio: I know it. But I didn’t suppose you’d object to another one in the family.


The braveness of young heart

Proves his endless love to Raspberry…

The end. The happy end.

Thank you for sharing with me today’s pleasure to live, create and smile. Your company is wonderful, the cake is fantastic and Raspberry Vaudeville on the stage inspires to be brave and young. Have a happy weekend!

Paper Heart

Hello God!

Thank You for Your Inspiration to create our happy today. My today is wonderful. I was playing with my daughter in our favorite game “Create a dress and Wear a paper dolls” when my daughter had asked the question: “Mummy, has a paper doll got a heart?” You know it was Insight.

We are wearing the clothing to become more attractive, we are smiling to show our communicative skills because the big boss loves us in this role. How often do we remember about what inside us is? Today my 5 y.o. daughter has reminded me about the important thing. I am here to share it with you.

Simone Pfister, I have met her today, print-makes a wonderful paper dresses but not for a paper dolls. Her dresses are masterpieces of art created for touching our hearts.



Take a piece of paper

and draw a little heart

What to write within?

Well, your name’s a start.

Tape it to your chest,

wear it, proud and smart.


Gardens of Dark and Bright

Let the world know

that you have a paper heart.

Easy made, easy torn,

and easy to replace.


Art is the Flower

To have a paper heart

is to have a paper face.

Expressions changed easily

Smiles thrown aside.


A Beautiful Heart

Wear this paper exposition,

hide your tears with pride.

No nerves here from heart to face,

emotions cast away.

Present yourself, miniscule but effortlessly,

for you wear a paper heart (it’s the latest trend, anyway).


Tuk, tuk, tuk, Hello my darling! It is me, your heart. I am beating inside you…

Thank you for listening your heart now. This moment is precious, we are.

Happy Birthday, Margarita!

Hello God!

Thank You for my daughter. Today she is 5 y.o.! 


You are beautiful,
my tiny child,
wrapped tightly in my arms,
close to my heart.
I listen to you breathing.
I count your fingers
and your toes.
you cried out to me
and I love you
with every ounce of my soul.


I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.

I opened those doors anyway,
and introduced
you to the world.


Thank you, Margarita, for You!

You have transformed my life into a fairytale,

My world has changed, and will never be the same.
Because my child, you are an angel from heaven to me,
You, my darling, are my most unforgettable dream.
Happy Birthday, Dear Daughter!

Thank you for this possibility to share with you my happiness and love.