Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence
~Vesna~

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Angelique Kidjo




Toronto , November 8th

 I love this woman.

Her energy is amazing, full of contagious joy. Filled with love.





Keep it up Angelique, never stop!


One more

One more word unfolds,
Ad infinitum
Reaching out
For the next,
Forming
A very delicate structure.
Imagine,
A Stairway.
Start climbing.
Imagine,
A Tree-house.
Start living.
Imagine,
A hot air balloon.
Start traveling.
Imagine,
One more word.
Never stop.

Vesna

Saturday, November 8, 2014

At first light


Candle

 it is clearly a positive sign
with every breath your light
is reaching a new height
you are giving by burning
by disappearing

and
we are all taking
taking it all

unsure

are we the candle
or are we the light?


by Vesna

Thank you for visiting...keep warm.

Hugs

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Inti-Illimani



Inti-Illimani is an instrumental and vocal Latin American folk music ensemble from Chile. The group was formed in 1967 by a group of university students and it acquired widespread popularity in Chile ... Wikipedia


 
I had a chance to see them perform last week and I can't say enough praise for the talent, warmth and harmony that this band has. Absolute magic! I have known their music for many, many years but seeing them live was really something else.
Please take a moment to treat yourself to this beautiful music. You will feel like flying:)

And, you know me, I always love to add some poetry:)...from another famous Chilean...
 
For Everybody by Pablo Neruda

translated by Jodey Bateman


I can't tell you quickly
What I ought to tell you,
Say man, pardon me, you'll know
That even though you don't listen to my words
I never took time off to weep or sleep
And that I've been with you when I couldn't see you
For a long time and I'll be there till the end.

I understand that many people are thinking,
"Say, what's Pablo doing?" I'm here.
If you look for me on this street
You'll find me with my violin
Ready to sing
And to die.

It's nobody's problem
Not for them, nor for you,
And if you listen well, in the rain,
You will be able to hear
That I come back and go away and stay.
And you'll know when I must leave.

If my words aren't heard
Don't doubt that I'm the one I was.
There is no silence that doesn't end.
When the moment arrives, wait for me,
And let everyone know that I'm coming
To the street, with my violin.
 
 

Thank you for visiting.

Hugs,
Vesna

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman

“O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; 
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; 
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) 
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d; 
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; 
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined; 
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? 

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity; 
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.” 
― Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grass


To celebrate Robin Williams, who touched my heart...

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Venus de Milo

Venus de Milo

Every pore you kiss and seal.
I want to keep memory of your breath
as the last life’s souvenir.


My hair brushed with your fingers,
arranged for forever now: casually, lovingly.
Your exquisite masterpiece.


When I am the happiest I whisper:
I could die now.
Now is now darling,
you’re killing me softly with your words.


 Vesna
02.02.2014



Thank you for visiting. 
Happy Valentine's day!
Love and hugs,
Vesna

Monday, September 23, 2013

Africa - John Coltrane




Morning Spirit



Awakening
As a spirit.
Shake off the bark of the ancient trees from the legs,
Animal fur from the shoulders;
Gently pick the flower petals from the lips,
And take the cloud and birds from the hair.
Open your closet and see what you’re going to wear today.

Vesna
 edited by A.C.

happy birthday J.C.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

J.J. Cale - Don't go to strangers



You're unforgettable J.J., one of a kind 
Missing you...


Where do I begin
If not from the end?
The breadcrumbs of memories will take me
Where I need to be

The Black will fade
Into Indigo
Purple
and Blue

Absorbed in soliloquy
Embracing the mystery

Where do I begin
If not from the end?

Vesna

Monday, July 22, 2013

Higher Sky - Hisaka







Hisaka

Higher Sky CD
Produced by George Koller



I was enchanted by the voice of the beautiful girl from Japan, Hisaka when I have heard her singing in Toronto this spring. Please look for her music and treat yourself with something extraordinary lovely...Recommending her album "Higher Sky", with all my heart.
Hope you are well, thanks for visiting,
Vesna

Saturday, April 6, 2013

A dream of you (Zoe and Vesna)




A dream of you by Vesna

You truly stop to smell the roses
You notice the dew on the leaves
You can read from the bark on the trees
Nature’s little secrets open to play for you
Like the vintage musical boxes

Your step is light
Even if your coat looks heavy
You are different
Distant, attractive yet unattainable
Like a sailing ship at the horizon

Here, on the other side of the things
Where the dreams gather to rest
I met a Dream of You
Beautiful like the clef and the notes
Awaiting the One to make music with

notes from zoe:
So, I was caught by the light step despite the heavy coat, and the ship in the distance... and while I was thinking about composition, I found the stories of St. Zita and St. Vincent, whose are both honored at the Basilica of San Frediano in Lucca. St. Zita was a maid, and she was taking bread from the house of her wealthy employers to feed the poor. Someone told on her, and her employers confronted her, telling her to open her coat and show them what she was carrying. Disappointed and ashamed, she slowly opened her coat, and piles of daffodils fell out, but no bread. She is, like St. Fevronia, one who was able to overwhelm the violence of others by nothing more than their own radiance; as a result she went from a simple harassed maid to respected leader of the house despite several difficulties.

After St. Vincent was martyred, a flock of ravens protected his body from the vultures until others could come retrieve it and give it a proper burial, which they did at what is now called Cape St. Vincent, where the ravens continued their guard over his shrine to such a visible extent that Muslim geographer Al-Idrisi (1099-1165) gave the shrine its name Kanisah al-Ghurab (Church of the Raven). In this particular drawing, I didn’t focus on the birds being ravens because I wanted them to be smaller, but it is interesting to note that ravens have a special place in many traditions as mediators between life and death; in Sweden they can be considered the ghosts of murder victims, and in some areas of far-east Russia, Kutkh, a trickster, is a raven who creates himself from an old fur coat.

The pairing gave me a heavy coat which could disappear from both ends.
 
 
 
Zoe surprised me once again, how delightful her mind and talent is. I am so lucky to have her in my life and I simply adore this work of art and the story behind it. Just to think I made something to inspire her gives me an an absolute joy.
 
Thank you for visiting.
Hugs,
Vesna
 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Lingering Dream





Lingering Dream

The rays of light didn’t make you go
You pinned yourself to my day
Uninvited yet friendly
Lingering Dream

I recognize your importance
I give you a name and a place in my Life
I am ready to listen and watch
Explain yourself, my dear
Lingering Dream

You paint me a picture
I know what you mean
What seemed scary is fine now
I’ll never forget you
Lingering Dream


Thank you for reading and visiting. Listen to your dreams:)
Hugs,
Vesna

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Moved




Moved

I didn’t know that part of me was idle
until
you did something
and moved it
magically

What follows is
all the other parts of me moved
One less elegantly
than the other
All of them moved joyfully
and feeling light as a feather

I fly now
It is your how
I will not ask why
I like it up high


Vesna

Wishing you love and happiness

Thank you for visiting,
Hugs


Saturday, November 17, 2012

All Jazz All the Time

 
Jazz Fm 91.1 is a radio station in Toronto that plays all jazz all the time. These days they are accepting donations and if you feel like giving it is a perfect match:)
I love all their wonderful radio hosts, the richness of the programs is phenomenal.
I especially like to listen Jazzology on Thursday nights:
"The future of jazz is in their hands. They are also the stars of Jazzology, heard Thursday nights at 9PM on JAZZ.FM91. They come from the University of Toronto, York University, Humber College, and Mohawk College. These talented jazz students choose the music and the artists they wish to talk about, as well as some recordings of their own."
In my opinion they make Toronto look more cool, I didn't know this but it seems there are not so many cities in the world that have jazz only radio station.  Thanks to this station we have more concerts, more fun, more warmth...more inspiration to do something amazing:)
 
Thank you for visiting, have a wonderful day!
 
Hugs,
Vesna
 


Sunday, October 14, 2012

The title of the day


"Edward Estlin Cummings was born at home in Cambridge, Massachusetts, October 14, 1894. He began writing poems as early as 1904 and studied Latin and Greek at the Cambridge Latin High School. He received his B.A. in 1915 and his M.A. in 1916, both from Harvard. His studies there introduced him to avant garde writers, such as Gertrude Stein and Ezra Pound. read more

For me e.e.cummings was a magical discovery of freedom in poetry and it was a love at the first reading.
I heartfully recommend you to explore his playful world

“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.” ee cummings

Thank you for visiting and allowing me to be part of your day


The title of the day


the title of the day
is not decided yet
out of the tracks
without ambition
not on a mission
I’m simply floating

a passing of the time
is perplexed as it may be
there is some noise passing by
not a single sound that I wish to keep

except
perhaps
a symphony
of your smile
I am drawn to
I feel propelled
enchanted by the crescent moon
that your lips radiate
I continue with a tune
nested
in the shadow of your smile

hugs,
Vesna

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Embraceable you


it is a new season, the Autumn starts on this side of our good old planet the colours are just marvellous, the apples are ripe (very important to me:))
I hope you'll be able to take few minutes to enjoy Melody's video, it's really beautiful.
Have a wonderful day!


Embraceable you

let go
you won’t fall
you’re not alone
there’s me
my arms around you
my heart next to your heart
there’s you
embraceable you
there’s so much more
to look forward to
even when we part
warmth stays in the heart
let go
you won’t fall

Vesna


Thank you for visiting

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Oscar Peterson



Happy Birthday Oscar

Peterson wrote pieces for piano, for trio, for quartet and for big band. He also wrote several songs, and made recordings as a singer. Probably his best-known compositions are "Canadiana Suite" and "Hymn to Freedom," the latter composed in the 1960s and inspired by the U.S. civil rights movement.


More

I couldn't ask  for more than a Sphere shape
I couldn't ask for more than Freedom


The Sky is an open book and The Clouds are talking through symbols

I couldn't ask for more than a sequence of Happy Accidents
That spilled into a Milky Way


I couldn't ask for more than a penny
I am a very lucky person


Vesna
Thank you for visiting
Hugs