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

Monday, September 23, 2013

Africa - John Coltrane

Morning Spirit

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.

 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
and Blue

Absorbed in soliloquy
Embracing the mystery

Where do I begin
If not from the end?


Monday, July 22, 2013

Higher Sky - 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,

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.

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:)