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.

 

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Mademoiselle Butterfat

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

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!

 

H.C. Andersen, the Lifesaver

Hello God!

Thank You for Hans Christian Andersen. We all know what today’s date means, 9/11 is the symbol of our fear and fragility. We all need hope and something beautiful inside to keep our own life, and life around. Hans Christian Andersen is our lifesaver.

I invite you in Denmark, in Odense where Andersen born, and the museum, where I took the photos. It is a great pleasure to share with you a fairy tale by my eyes with the soul-wrapping-warming-hugging vibrations of the great man.  We are in absolute safety here and now.Hans Christian Andersen

In autobiographical “The Fairy Tale of My Life” H.C. Andersen writes, “My life is lovely story, happy and full of incident. If, when I was a boy, and went forth into the world poor and friendless, a good fairy had met me and said, “Choose now thy own course through life, and the object for which thou wilt strive, and then according to the development of thy mind and reason requires, I will guide and defend thee to its attainment,” my fate could not, even then, have been directed more happily, more prudently, or better.”

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“My native land, Denmark, is a poetical land, full of popular traditions, old songs and eventful history.

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The Danish islands are possessed of beautiful beech woods, and corn and clover fields. Upon one of these green islands, Funen, stands Odense, the place of my birth.

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Odense is called after the pagan god Odin, who, as tradition states, lived here.”

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Hans Christian Andersen was about 1.85 metres tall – 25 cm above the national average. The longlimbed tall man, the characteristic head with its deep-set eyes and the large nose did not come within the ideal for beauty that prevailed at the time.

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He was thought to be ugly, odd – yes, even repulsive – and his outward appearance attracted attention and made a clumsy, comical impression on most people. Those, however, was only the initial impression. Those who got to know the writer more closely gained a different impression. They found his face full of life and wit, his figure stately and his bearing elegant.

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Hans Christian Andersen was very fond of looking at himself in the mirror. This was not out of an inordinate love of finery, although he was very concerned about how he dressed. There are about 160 photographs of the writer, but not many of them resembled the actual man, was the opinion of his friends.

The reason was that Hans Christian Andersen tried to assume “a brilliant expression” when he posed for the photographer. I understand his “brilliant expression”, the son of a cobbler and washerwoman wrote, “I arrived with my small parcel in Copenhagen, a poor stranger of a boy, and today I have drunk my chocolate with the Queen, sitting opposite her and the King at the table.”Hans ans kids.JPG

Throughout his life, Hans Christian Andersen had a colossal imagination, something which the writer thought of as both a great gift and a curse. The most trifling criticism or reproof could disturb his spirits and hurt him deeply. Insignificant incidents were capable of stimulating his imagination to such an extent that he was afraid of becoming insane, like his grandfather before him.

Hans on the stage.JPG“I am like water, everything brings me in motion. Everything is mirrored in me. This must be part of my nature as a creative writer and often I have derived pleasure and blessing from it, although often it has also been a torment,” the writer wrote to his friend.

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“Ideas lay in my thoughts like a seed corn, requiring only flowing steam, a ray of sunshine, a drop from the cup of bitterness, for them to spring forth and burst into bloom.”

“I have heaps material, more than for any kind of writing; it often seems to me as if every hoarding, every little flower is saying to me, “Look at me, just for a moment, and then my story will go right into you”, and then, if I feel like it, I have the story,” he said.

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Touching the genius of Hans Christian Andersen makes me happy. I remember my mother’s warm and calm voice reading “The Princess and the pea”, “They could see she was a real Princess and no question about it, now that she had felt one pea all the way through twenty mattresses and twenty more feather beds. Nobody but a Princess could be so delicate.” I read Hans Christian Andersen’s stories for my daughter and I do hope my grandchildren will love its. A family blanket from our childhood is keeping happy memories about familiar and close voices, hands, and smells of milk with honey and a book of fairytales. This blanket is our shield  and life vest I am trying to enwrap you in warming your soul.

I am happy to suggest a film about the writer. Beautiful film is instead the devastating and depression world news for keeping souls and minds safe and beautiful.

“The history of my life will say to the world what is says to me – There is a loving God, who directs all things for the best” Hans Christian Andersen said. “God directs all things for the best,” I am repeating for myself and for you. We are in safety until a fairy tale lives in us.

Thank You, Hans Christian Andersen! You are our lifesaver.

Ballerina in Red

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.

Monday in Roses

Hello God!

Thank You for Monday! As usual my new life begins from Monday and Labor Day is the first Monday of September.

Most of Mondays I habitually promise to myself to wake up earlier, to do my morning exercises every day, to be calmer with my daughter when we do her homework and other self-improvement stuff demanding self-discipline.

Today is my magical Monday and I am going to begin it in roses.

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When I think about roses I see Grace Kelly and her rose garden in Monaco. Roses were Grace Kelly’s favorite flower and in 1984, to honor her, Prince Ranier inaugurated a public rose garden dedicated to her memory. Located in Fontvielle, in the principality of Monaco, the Princess Grace Rose Garden is situated on a gentle slope next to Fontvielle Park on the French Riviera. The fragrant garden is home to more than 4,000 roses. I was blessed walking around there.

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Rose is a wonderful flower and we all know it does not grow by itself. Even in Monaco.

With Kipling’s words: “Gardens are not made by singing: “Oh, how beautiful,” and sitting in the shade”, I open “The Old Farmer’s Almanac” and read “How to plant, grow and care for roses”. In my Monday’s case I am the rose-me and I am going to grow myself. You know why – I dream to look like Grace Kelly.

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To plant a rose I need preparing the Soil. I have a body – Soil which is the temple of my soul and the source of my development. Ok, I promise cut sugar-carbohydrates and do Tibetan “Fountain of Youth” every morning. I like this complex and it takes about 20 minutes.

Roses.jpg “Plant roses where they will receive a minimum of 5 to 6 hours of full sun per day. Roses grown in weak sun may not die at once, but they weaken gradually. Give them plenty of organic matter when planting and don’t crowd them” – what’s a wonderful tip for self -growing.

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I do not exactly, I suppose – you see a gorgeous Hybrid Tea rose which is named after Grace. Anyway watering my own rose-person means inspiring other soul to create. At this very moment I’am helping you to create your own happy hybrid, I hope.

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“When you transplant your roses, be sure to dig a much bigger hole than you think you need”. Self-growing the rose-me is fulfilled but sometimes transformations are painful and fearful. “Wear sturdy gloves to protect your hands from prickly thorns” – I have an extra pair for you.

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“Prune roses every spring and destroy all old or diseased plant material. Wear elbow-length gloves that are thick enough to protect your hands from thorns but flexible enough to allow you to hold your tools.” I hold my tools tightly and I am with your support. Thank you very much for your smiling eyes I am feeling now.

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We overcome the thorns of temptations and meet ourselves as beautiful buds of roses. “Les Roses d’hispahan” by Gabriel Fauré is our award for hardworking self-growing process:

“Your lips are of coral and your light
filled laugh more lovely than swift water, your voice more soft;
more joyful than the wind that shivers the orange blossoms,
than the bird that sings beside its nest of moss.”

 

The melody is as harmonious as we all are created. The Rose-me is growing hard but flowering is worth it.

Happy Labor Day! Have all Mondays in Roses!

El Capricho

Hello God!

Thank You for Antonio Gaudi. He has imagined and created Barcelona by his life and love and today when Barcelona is crying, Antonio Gaudi helps us to keep our hand in hand together and gives the strength to hope for life will continue…

“A white Fiat van was deliberately driven into pedestrians on one of Barcelona’s most popular boulevards late on Thursday afternoon, killing 13 people in what Spanish police called a “terrorist attack” –  Catalan heart of Antonio Gaudi is crying by our tears.

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Before Barcelona had inspired Antonio Gaudi, his first work was El Capricho in a small town Comillas, Canrabria. I have recently visited this gem and I hope sharing El Capricho will be helpful to dry a little our tears. “Gaudi” in Catalan means “enjoy”.

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Antonio Gaudi was just 31 y.o. when he began to create the building. Cristòfor Cascante i Colom, Gaudí’s fellow student, directed the construction. Friends had the same dreams they saw the Sun in their creation.

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In an oriental style, the building has an elongated shape, on three levels and a cylindrical tower in the shape of a Muslim minaret, faced completely in ceramics.

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The building was commissioned by Máximo Díaz de Quijano and constructed between 1883 and 1885. Maximo was an amateur musician, and for this reason the name of El Capricho responds, translated to architecture, as it is used in music to designate pieces that do not follow the rules and with variations of rhythm according to a personal whim.

Was it the personal whim to drive above peacefully walking people? Who is conductor of horror capriccio in Barcelona?Gaudi Sun Flower.jpg

I am reading in “The Architectural Capriccio”, by Lucien Steil: “In fact what characterizes the capriccio is: truth, reality and realism. It enhances a formidable potential of life and livability in beautifully composed, complex and memorable environments, places, landscapes and buildings which only exist in the realm of desire”.

The realm of desire is the realm of life? Who had a desire to create today’s blood haos in Barcelona? The Sun is different for him?

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Antonio is sitting on the bench in a happy thoughts of creating Barcelona as we know the city today. His beautiful dreams of this city supports us in our trust in humanity – “Please do not hate Muslims and Arabs. Sun is for everyone” – he is asking for.

6 guitars sing sad melody of Capricho árabe (Arab Capriccio) by Spanish composer Francisco Tárrega with beautiful hands of musician. I am listening it now and my soul feels a hope – Barcelona is strong. Antonio Gaudi knows Barcelona inspires.

Thank you for letting me to support you in really sad today.