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.

Vaudeville

Raspberry is a pretty girl

Who loves young boy Pistachio.

But old Baron de Chocolade

Has different view on her destiny.

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Baron de Chocolade wants

Ha-ha, to marry!

Rapsberry is his fiancé –

He is sure Pistachio will cry.

Pleasure

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.

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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.

Flourish

Flourish

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

Gardens of Dark and Bright

Let the world know

that you have a paper heart.

Easy made, easy torn,

and easy to replace.

ArtFlower

Art is the Flower

To have a paper heart

is to have a paper face.

Expressions changed easily

Smiles thrown aside.

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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.! 

Daughter

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.
Helpless,
you cried out to me
and I love you
with every ounce of my soul.

Margarita

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,
cautiously,
and introduced
you to the world.

MargaritaWorld

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.

Angel Samantha

Hello God!

Thank You for today. I am happy to share with you a story about my first American friend. Remembering my Soviet school years is impossible about this story.

As you know my school years (1981 – 1991) were the years of the Cold war between USA and USSR.

If we wish to create a lasting peace, if we want to fight a war against war, we must begin with the children. Mahatma Gandhi’s words mirrors the ambivalent situation Soviet children were in. From the one side we knew about USA as the worst enemy, from the other side we all had had an American friend we adored by whole heart. We loved Samantha Smith.

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When Yuri Andropov succeeded Leonid Brezhnev as leader of the Soviet Union in November 1982, the mainstream Western newspapers and magazines ran numerous front-page photographs and negative articles about him. When Samantha Smith viewed the edition of Time magazine, she asked her mother, “If people are so afraid of him, why doesn’t someone write a letter asking whether he wants to have a war or not?”. Her mother replied, “Why don’t you?”

Dear Mr. Andropov,
My name is Samantha Smith. I am ten years old. Congratulations on your new job. I have been worrying about Russia and the United States getting into a nuclear war. Are you going to vote to have a war or not? If you aren’t please tell me how you are going to help to not have a war. This question you do not have to answer, but I would like to know why you want to conquer the world or at least our country. God made the world for us to live together in peace and not to fight.
Sincerely,
Samantha Smith

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On July 7, 1983, she flew to Moscow with her parents, and spent two weeks as Andropov’s guest. From today’s my point of view I think her visit were unimaginably influential for every Soviet child because she was from a different planet. You see on the cartoon that it seems the Soviet Union was even from different biological spice.

Samantha Smith Arrives In Russia

She is Angel. She had changed our Destiny forever. Because of her the doubts were born. “Why are USA our worst enemy? Samantha in from USA and she is a friend” we were thinking learning English intensively. “Why intensively?” you can ask. The Soviet Ministry of Education created a special linguistic school where foreign language was compulsory from the first grade (6-7 y.o.) after Samantha’s visit.

We were grateful for her gift to open our eyes. America was not our enemy.

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She died on August 25, 1985. Could you imagine the mourning day devoted to Samantha at the 1st September, 1985, in every Soviet school, in the official Knowledge Day?! We were crying and writing a letter of condolence to Samantha’s mother by whole class. I remember that moment, even now I am writing with tears in my eyes.

In 1985 the Soviet Post  issued a commemorative stamp with her likeness. In 1986, when Soviet astronomer Lyudmila Chernykh discovered asteroid 3147, she named it 3147 Samantha. It was the precedent.

The wind of Her angel’s wings has begun creating a new melody of our ways… We all are connected, the butterfly effect works.

Thank you for your being in my life. We are influencing on each other and from this very point we are going to be happier and kinder than we were a moment ago. I am grateful for you change my Way.

Daughter Grows

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.

Madonna

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.

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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.

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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.

Lourdest

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.

Lourdes

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.

MadonnaandLourdes

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!

Eppur si muove!

Hello God!

Thank You for a love stories because of its Eppur si muove! saying by Galileo Galilie’s words “Yet It Moves!”

“Love Story”: in this two simple words the whole history of humanity is concluded. We all are a creations of love stories and we are creating our own lifelong love story.

Today I am lucky to touch a wonderful love story of Marina Abramović and Uwe Laysiepen. They are both a performance artists. Their love story began from their collaboration. “They decided to form a collective being called “the other”, and spoke of themselves as parts of a “two-headed body”. They dressed and behaved like twins, and created a relationship of complete trust,” which real Love is I think.

But sometimes life is more complicated than we would like to see. In 1988, after several years of tense relations, Abramović and Ulay decided to make a spiritual journey which would end their relationship. Each of them walked the Great Wall of China, starting from the two opposite ends and meeting in the middle. As Abramović described it: “That walk became a complete personal drama. Ulay started from the Gobi Desert and I from the Yellow Sea. After each of us walked 2500 km, we met in the middle for a big hug and said good-bye“.

© 2010 Scott Rudd www.scottruddphotography.com scott.rudd@gmail.com

At her 2010 MoMa retrospective, Marina performed “The Artist Is Present”.

In the great atrium of the Museum, throughout the public hours while her exhibit is open, Marina sits silently at a table, while museumgoers are invited to sit directly across from her.

Ulay arrived without her knowing…

Ulay and Marina

Now you are going to witness Miracle of Love. You are going to observe Love in whole essence and beauty. You are going to experience full range of emotions Love brings. I am with you.

I understand why Eppur si muove! Our planet moves by energy of Love. We are the reason, we were and we will.

Life is nothing but a dream,

and if we are artists,

then we can create our life with Love,

and our dream becomes a masterpiece of art.

Thank you for this moment of sharing our own masterpiece of art, just Thank You.

Romance Mood

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!