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

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Coming or Going


Coming or Going

The migrating bird
leaves no trace behind
and does not need a guide.


Happy New Year!

Thank you for visiting


Monday, December 19, 2011

Magic happens

Wishing you and yours wonderful holidays filled with love and joy,
and from me a little gift of music and warm hugs.
Thank you for your beautiful presence, it means so much to me.

Magic happens

I need to hear your laugh
Your laugh is a birdsong

I want that kind of joy
That magic

Magic happens
If you choose to believe

I have no choice
I know
I need to hear your laugh

I have no problem
To jump up and down
To be a clown
To make funny faces
To tickle you some places

I have no problem
To pull out the rhymes
Out of the hat
To throw the words in the air
And catch them
While juggling
White spaces

I need to hear your laugh


Saturday, December 17, 2011

Cesaria Evora and Milky Way

Cesaria Evora  we'll miss you

Cesária Évora (Portuguese pronunciation: [sɨˈzaɾiɐ ˈɛvuɾɐ]; 27 August 1941 - 17 December 2011) was a Cape Verdean popular singer. Nicknamed the "barefoot diva" for performing without shoes.

Cesaria Evora poursuit dans le monde une carrière exceptionnelle.
Fidèle ambassadrice de la "Morna", musique qui retranscrit la mélancolie capverdienne,
Elle est une devenue une valeur sûre de la WORLD Music avec des millions d'albums vendus et des tournées sur tout les continents..
"Cesaria Evora &…" réuni ses plus beaux duos à travers le monde, plus de 15 pays représentés :
France / Angola / Brésil / Cap-Vert / Cuba / Espagne / Grèce / Italie / Mali / Mexique / Pologne / Portugal / Sénégal / Serbie / USA
Preuve une fois de plus avec Cesaria que la musique n'a pas de frontières.

Tickets for the Show

The day is running out;
Soon, you’ll get ready for the show.

It is the night,
Stars are shining bright,
Dancing, singing aloud
Maybe shy tonight,
Each covered with the cloud.

In any case,
You’ll gaze…
You need those
Milky Ways.

You are getting the tickets for the show.
Which row?
Is it the first?
Do you go at the back?
Are you alone?
How are you dressed?

When you finally choose your spot,
Universe starts the play;
You blend into Milky Way…

Tomorrow , you think,
You may try to get a better spot;
The tickets for this show
Deserved, not bought.


Thank you for visiting.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Why can't we be friends?

The Heavyweights Brass Band

How do you feel about good music? I know, there are so many ways to describe good music. I won't get into that discussion, just wanted to share my experience with The Heavyweights Brass Band.

I was in the audience, in a very intimate setting last night, in the Long & McQuade Performance Hall at JAZZ.FM91.
I was blown away, literally:) They started with a tune "Why can't we be friends?" arranged by Paul Metcalfe and they had the audience wholeheartedly on their side.
The Heavyweights Brass Band is trumpeter Jon Challenor, saxman Paul Metcalfe, trombonist Chris Butcher, sousaphonist Rob Teehan and drummer Lowell Whitty (battering drums).
They are obviously in love with music, incredibly talented, they play great, they are having fun, they compose, do their own arrangements, they are great to talk to, they are charming... It's enough for me to become a fan!
If you need more, they have awards under their belt: "The individual members of the band, with collective experience as sidemen in almost every facet of Toronto's very diverse music scene, are well on their way to stellar careers and have already earned national recognition, including a Western Canadian Music Award, a Galaxie Rising Star Award, and a JUNO nomination".

I really liked the original composition by trumpeter Jon Challenor "The plunge".
How easily we were transported to New Orleans with a laid back, story telling tune "St. James infirmary", Rob was singing. I loved it. Awesome stuff.

This is Louis Armstrong's take on it:

They played their version on Justin Bieber's "Baby", it was fun! As Chris said nothing is off limits in their repertoire.
I think Rob Teehan's arrangement of "Just the two of us" was beautiful and it was a great way to finish the concert. It filled everybody with extra warmth for this band.

Check out their new album  "Dont bring me down", you won't be let down.  I have a signed copy of the CD, lucky me:)

From their web page in the Press section:

"The Heavyweights Brass Band are reinvigorating jazz music... Ambitious, exuberant performances crammed with heavy grooves and noteworthy solos are fresh and mature, even when interpreting classic pop and R&B songs in ways wholly original and no longer ubiquitous. " Chris Burek, Exclaim! (22 August 2011)
Please read more

Thank you for visiting and thank you Brad Barker and Jazz FM 91 for this amazing experience. I had to share:)


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

People Make The World Go Round

I saw Claire Martin perform live last night and it was an instant love. She is so elegant, charming and generous singer that makes everybody on the stage shine and everybody looking at the stage smile. I loved her singing, her wit and beauty. I can't wait to see her again.

Her interpretation of "Too Much In Love To Care" is fabulous. It's nice to be reminded of Carmen McRae.

"Born in Wimbledon, South London, Claire Martin was born to sing. Growing up in a house full of music, she loved Judy Garland and learned all her songs by the time she was 12. But it was hearing Ella Fitzgerald’s legendary Song Books that changed her life inspiring her to go to Stage School and then to study singing in London and New York. A further seminal moment came at 18 when she saw the great improvising singer Betty Carter at Ronnie Scott’s. It confirmed what she already felt – she had to be a jazz singer. Like many singers Martin paid her dues and learnt her craft by embarking on the QE2 and the Cunard Princess."

You can hear her interview with Heather Bambrick, on Jazz FM 91 here

Hope you'll enjoy Claire's voice and thank you for visiting:)

And as a thank you gift, please take with you my poem, senryu...
I kiss your hand now
to add love to all you'll touch
it could be important


Saturday, November 5, 2011



Like the Earth
She is necessary
Love her

I am lucky and incredibly proud to have this senryu published 2 times!:)) in the Pink Panther magazine (issue 13 September 2011, and 14 October 2011).

You can view the magazine online or buy a printed version HERE.

Thank you for visiting, I wish you to relax with Patricia Barber. Give yourself 5:44 minutes of Heaven:)


Wednesday, October 26, 2011


I'm hypnotized by this song:)
Hope you like it too
Thank you for stopping by.


I am almost sure you are thinking of me now.
It's 5:58, perfect time to connect.
Or is it 5:59?
Should I try to find a new rhyme?:)
Ah, who cares
Time flies
Numbers change
Life is sometimes very strange
We often find what we don't look for
Like we've found our fluidity
Isn't it a pure serendipity?

Friday, October 7, 2011


It is Thanksgiving in Canada,
Happy holidays to all who celebrate it and a reminder to all of us to rest more and work less:)))


William-Adolphe Bouguereau-Rest at harvest(1865)

A fallen leaf

I must have seen somewhere
Like this
I am trying to remember
As I pick up a fallen leaf
Was it burgundy, crimson or ruby
Or terracotta redness
That opens my heart
And fulfills it with gladness?

It's October
It's gold
It's green
It's brown
Reminds me
of rainbows and rivers
And kisses and clouds
And chestnuts and fire
And silent Sun

It's a whole world
On my palm

And I am sure
It's something more
Something from before
Before the creation
of the Ocean
Before the Big Explosion
Before we humans got so smart
There was a treasure full of beauty

Like this leaf
Symmetrical silhouette
Impossible to forget


Saturday, October 1, 2011


You hear some people talking and doing their thing and you just want feel so much inside and you feel inspired and you want to become better in whatever you do, don't you? I do:) Thank you for stopping by. Take time to listen to a new version of "Leila", please.
It's soooooooooooo good:)

Dinner time

Tonight we'll cook a verse
We'll start to converse

Tasting honeysuckle words
Enlightening different worlds

We'll watch a candle's flame
And a rose

Just the two of us
Poetry and Prose

September 2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

September on my mind

"Georgia on my mind" was always one of my favourite songs...
September 23 is Ray Charles's and John Coltrane's birthday. This post is for them and for all my dear friends who have a September birthday.
Close your eyes ( if you want to) and enjoy ( you have to:)))
Thank you for visiting.

If you wished for the words
I always have words for you
They come to me like birds
Out of nowhere, out of the blue

I just stop doing everything
At least that's what I think
And they show up
Splash, spread the wings, start to sing

It so easy to offer them welcome
They just need some water and seeds
 I'd give them the whole sky and then some
 Giving is one of our needs


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Take five

Sachal Studios Take five

Into a new day

A new morning
smells like
an invigorating
with a taste of
an infused

It is
an indication
of an intricate

I am so into you



Thank you visiting, hope you have the time to watch the video, it is quite something:)

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Itsy bitsy philosophy

Itsy bitsy philosophy

I used to think
I think therefore I am
(Merci Monsieur René)
I know
I hope therefore I live
And isn’t it
I live therefore I am?
I hope


I hope you are enjoying yourself and having fun:)
Thank you for visiting.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

It shouldn't be hard

Ink drawing by Zoe Jordan
The belly dancer is trying very hard to be in control, but it's a tangle of wild rhythms...

Poem by Vesna

It shouldn't be hard

How to get
The perfect beat
The ultimate sound

The one
that calls you
The one
that calms you
The one
that makes you
The one
that makes you

It shouldn't be hard
But it is
There are so many ways
To touch with your palm
The ancient drum

Friday, July 8, 2011

There are stars out tonight

There are stars out tonight
and though I am blind
they rain down as desert sand in water

You dance beyond sight
veiled by the breeze
I know your motions
from the wind across my lips
it slips and folds
rolls across my body
almost a caress, but not
almost a kiss, but not
almost love, but what can approach that?

You dance beyond sight
but I know your motions
they touch, brush
they tease about me
and are as the wind

I have closed my eyes
blind to you
but aware nevertheless,
the air is warm, soft
spirals up the scent of your body
and though I breath it in
and though it soothes my soul
I cannot look
I cannot touch
I cannot love
for it is only the wind

There are stars out tonight
and I am blind

Luke Brannon on RedBubble

Luke's poetry website thisPoem!=Metaphor

I hope you've enjoyed Luke's poem, I certainly do every time I read it. He has lots of beautiful poems and art, please check it out (just click on the links above).

Thank you for visiting:)

Monday, June 27, 2011

Vijay Iyer - Solo

I have enjoyed watching this video a lot. Vijay shared with us a part of his journey after making his album "Solo". Please take a moment to see it, it speaks about creativity; you may find it applies to something you are creating at the moment as well:) Thank you for stopping by.


Like, Love, Need, Want
we make our verbs
from Life
Like, Love, Need, Want
we shape our Life
with verbs


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Summer days

St. Augustine Florida-2010

Summer days

out of the spring
into the summer thing
we swing

stars are melting
trees are sweating
minutes are evaporating
it’s hot
let’s worry not
we don’t mind at all
we’ll burn until the Fall



Wednesday, June 15, 2011

What's It All About

the music so poetic, no words can describe it
put your head on the pillow
just enjoy:)

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Take your time

Take your time

There's really no rush
After this hour
Another will come
Take your time

Draw a heart on the mirror
Frame it around your face
It's perfectly fine
Take your time

Take your shoes off
Let the grass tickle your feet
Feel the Earth growing old
Take your time

Rain is caressing you
With its fluid hands
Enjoy, it's divine
Take your time


Monday, May 23, 2011



What shape are you today?
Are you like a triangle?
A little edgy, sharp,
can’t fit anywhere.
Are you like a circle?
Smooth, complete, fulfilled,
Rolling on your own.
Are you like a wave?
Going with a flow,
Open to the other waves to meet.
Or like a cloud?
Magical, ephemeral,
Shaping the wind…


Monday, May 16, 2011

Je veux - ZAZ

Top of the Eiffel Tower
May 4th 2011

Edited by rob

We are back:) The trip to Europe was amazing. We had the opportunity to travel by air, by car, by bus:), to spend some time with our family and friends; to enjoy enchanting sight seeing;
It is a priceless experience. Well, at least as we don't look at the credit card report:)
How are you? I missed you.
Please take a moment to listen to ZAZ, that band was introduced to me by my very dear friend Aida. I think they are great.
Love and hugs,

Wednesday, April 20, 2011



My palm on your palm
All our memories
Are now flowing in the same lifeline
Those times when we felt alone
Are now gone

[Vesna 2011]

Monday, April 11, 2011

Love Birds

Oh how do I kiss thee?
I have no lips
My beak is tough

Oh how do I hug thee?
I have no hands
My claws are rough

I know, I know!
I’ll sing
My song is Love


Saturday, April 2, 2011

April Snow Meditation

April Snow Meditation
Is it true?
Can we prove it?
Every snowflake, is it really unique?
We can set up the lab,
we can write the software,
we can experiment, measure and decide
and maybe even earn a prize for all that work.
Or we can just…Believe.


Monday, March 28, 2011

JJ Cale

'JJ Cale (also J.J. Cale), born John Weldon Cale on December 5, 1938, in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, is a Grammy Award-winning American singer-songwriter and musician. Cale is one of the originators of the Tulsa Sound, a loose genre drawing on blues, rockabilly, country, and jazz influences. Cale's personal style has often been described as "laid back". '

'Rock & roll is an unforgiving profession. We eat our young, disregard the old and always want more of everything. Aging gracefully while remaining relevant in the rock game is the hardest trick of all, and JJ Cale might be doing it better than anyone.'

JJ Cale's website







Sunday, March 20, 2011


Happy 326th Birthday J.S. Bach (21.3.1685)


Feel the air
Giving you a lift
It's a gift

Allow your lips
to dance
a tiny smile
Let it stay for a while

So many things
So hard
So sad
Yet one thing
Happy, Spring


Saturday, March 12, 2011

Ode to Hope

Akira Murata - wonderful artist from KORIYAMA city..FUKUSHIMA JAPAN

In November 2010 we have exchanged few words. This is what he wrote:


very very beautiful area

Lake and river. forest. mountain. and, the sea.

little bit located in the north ..maybe it snows soon'

Dear Akira, I hope with all my heart you are safe...

Ode to Hope

Oceanic dawn
at the center
of my life,
waves like grapes,
the sky's solitude,
you fill me
and flood
the complete sea,
the undiminished sky,
and space,
white batallions,
the orange earth,
the sun's
fiery waist
in agony,
so many gifts and talents,
birds soaring into their dreams,
and the sea, the sea,
chorus of rich, resonant salt,
and meanwhile,
we men,
touch the water,
and hoping,
we touch the sea,
And the waves tell the firm coast,
"Everything will be fulfilled."

Pablo Neruda

It's a small world, when it trembles somewhere we all shake. I wish I could bring calm to it.
Thanks for visiting this space, I hope you are well. My thoughts are with Japanese people.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Somewhere beautiful

Esperanza Spalding-Wild is the Wind
Amazing version of a beautiful song...

Makes me speachless, hope you'll like it too

Somewhere beautiful

I think of
beautiful place
the distance
between us
is zero
and the possibilities are
Let’s travel there
even if it takes


Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Listeners by Walter de la Mare

The Listeners

‘IS there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champ’d the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Lean’d over and look’d into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplex’d and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirr’d and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starr’d and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
’Tell them I came, and no one answer’d,
’That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Walter de la Mare
(25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956)
was an English poet, short story writer and novelist, probably best remembered for his works for children and "The Listeners".

Thank you Bruce for introducing me to this poem and for walking into this blog.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Messin' Around - Molly Johnson

How much I love Molly? Let me count: 1, 2, 3...:)) What am I counting? There is no measure for her loveliness and charm. Every time I hear her singing or even better see her performing I am bedazzled, enchanted, jazzed to to the bone.
Molly makes me smile, she makes me cry, she takes me places...Her voice is distinctive, husky, sexy, sassy, unforgettable, all of that and more. Her style is laid back, yet she is always fully present, here, with you, now. Truly, you gotta love Molly. I sure do.

I saw her performing with piano player Robi Botos and bass player Mike Downes, they are both absolutely brilliant.

Please, enjoy the music...I promise, it will make you happy:)


Messin' Around
(lyrics C. Ross/M. Johnson)

Take a walk down any street
Take a look at the people you meet
Hurried in their world rushing b
Well hey, they don’t really see, that there is a

Time to take things slow
There’s a time to just get down
There’s a time… for just messing around

Where ya goin
Take a look at the people you meet
Hurried in their world rushing by
Well hey, they don’t really see, that there is a

Time to take things slow
There’s a time to just get down
There’s a time… for just messing around

Time to take things slow
There’s a time to just get down
There’s a time… for just messing around

Everybody’s moving fast
Nothing here is ever gonna last
Things you try to hold and touch
Quickly moove in to the past

Time to take things slow
There’s a time to just get down
There’s a time… for just messing around

Time to take things slow
There’s a time to just get down
There’s a time… for just messing around

Mark Mclean: Drums And Cymbals, Cowbell
Mike Downes: Bass
Andrew Craig: Fender Rhodes
Craig Ross: Guitar
Horn Arrangement: Steven Mackinnon
Background Vocals: Micah Barnes, Billy Newton Davis And Andrew Craig

Saturday, February 26, 2011



A look at
The branches
Now nude and dark
Their curves are
Awaiting a new spark

It will be Spring
Green will be "In"
Wind will please
The skin
Like a tease
of a Springlicious breeze


Sunday, February 20, 2011

George Shearing - Lullaby Of Birdland

George Shearing - Lullaby Of Birdland

Born blind, Shearing was a self-taught musician, the youngest of nine children of a London coal man. In a career spent almost entirely in the U.S., he won fame, fortune and eventually a knighthood from Queen Elizabeth for a lifetime of elegant jazz.


Music lives on...


Sunday, February 13, 2011

100th Post

It's a constant flow

Love lives through me
Travels somewhere
From now to the next hour
From here to over there
I don't mind being a vessel
I don't mind to add a little something to it
I don't mind to join it with your love
On the contrary
I love it


This is my 100th blog post here.
Not that it matters really...Numbers are just numbers.

What matters is that you are reading it and smiling now:)))

Happy Valentine's Day!

My little gift...

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Gate

Kurt Elling shares his thoughts about the songs on The Gate:

1. “Matte Kudasai”
I have been a King Crimson fan since I was in college. This reminds me of some of my happiest times and I always wanted a reason to record this song and tip my cap to them. John Patitucci came up with the lead line and I think it only required two takes. It was one of the first pieces we recorded, and it set the tone for the album.

2. “Steppin’ Out”
Bob Belden had been working with Nicholas Payton and he played me Nick’s big band version of this Joe Jackson song. It had a really swinging atmosphere that I wished to emulate.

3. “Come Running to Me”
My daughter, who is 5, is so inspiring to me. This is my gift to her.

4. “Norwegian Wood”
Pianist Laurence Hobgood came up with a terrific arrangement. I knew I wanted a guitar, and John McLean’s brooding, thoughtful solo was perfect.

5. “Blue in Green”
We approached this with Miles Davis in mind. It’s not a lot of notes, but it’s the right notes. The changes – written by Davis and Bill Evans – are so beautiful and flexible, and being able to double up on the vocals is something we can never do live. There are several versions of lyrics for this composition, and I chose to go with the best one out there – courtesy of Al Jarreau.

6. “Samurai Cowboy”
This was first recorded 15 years ago on Marc Johnson’s “Bass Desires.” For me, this is true vocalese.

7. “After the Love Has Gone”
Laurence and I were in Los Angeles to do some recording. The session started at midnight and this Earth, Wind & Fire gem just felt like the right one to try.

8. “Golden Lady”
I don’t know how you can be a contemporary musician and not love Stevie Wonder and his brilliance. I strive to do songs that are not so obvious, and the musicians were dubious when I suggested it, but I had worked it out on the road.

9. “Nighttown, Lady Bright”
Nightlife is so significant in the jazz experience. You perform at night, you finish the gig and then drive off or take the train. You see so many empty cities, with just a few people out – slick streets and the things Duke Ellington writes about in the spoken word portion of the song. Part of being a jazz musician means investigating jazz history and not only remembering the beautiful parts, but conveying them in a way that helps people fall in love with the jazz idiom as well.

All I can say is I can't wait to open 'The Gate' :)
Thank you for stopping by,

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Time is relative

At the beginning
it's 5 minutes of my time
and 5 minutes of your time

it becomes
hours of waiting
for 5 minutes of our time

when we are together
we forget about the time

Time is relative


Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe, a great 19th-century American author, was born on Jan 19, 1809, in Boston, Mass. Both his parents died when Poe was two years old, and he was taken into the home of John Allan, a wealthy tobacco exporter of Richmond, Va. Although Poe was never legally adopted, he used his foster father's name as his middle name.