Vesna

Coming or Going

2011-12-29T16:25:00.000-05:00

Tetsubin-Vesna

Coming or Going

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

Dogen

(1200-1253)

Happy New Year!

Thank you for visiting

Love,

Vesna

Magic happens

2011-12-19T09:58:00.000-05:00

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.

Love,

Vesna

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

Vesna

Cesaria Evora and Milky Way

2011-12-17T11:33:00.000-05:00

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
Or
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
Are
Deserved, not bought.

Vesna

Thank you for visiting.
Hugs,
Vesna

Why can't we be friends?

2011-12-15T09:30:00.001-05:00

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:)

Hugs,
Vesna

People Make The World Go Round

2011-11-29T09:23:00.001-05:00

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

Vesna

Fire

2011-11-05T10:51:00.000-04:00

She

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:)

Hugs,
Vesna

Librarian

2011-10-26T17:26:00.000-04:00

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

Serendipity

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?

Vesna

oct/2011

Thanksgiving

2011-10-07T18:10:00.000-04:00

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:)))

Hugs,
Vesna

William-Adolphe Bouguereau-Rest at harvest(1865)

A fallen leaf

I must have seen somewhere
Beauty
Like this
Before
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
Fragile
Simple
Symmetrical silhouette
Impossible to forget

Vesna
Oct-2011

Inspired

2011-10-01T12:31:00.000-04:00

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

Vesna
September 2011

September on my mind

2011-09-25T10:24:00.002-04:00

"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.
Hugs,
Vesna

Birds
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

Vesna
22-09-2011

Take five

2011-08-25T20:15:00.000-04:00

Sachal Studios Take five

Into a new day

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

It is
an indication
of an intricate
day

I am so into you

Inhaling
indiscreetly
your
intimate
infinity
intoxicates
me

Vesna

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

Itsy bitsy philosophy

2011-08-06T16:48:00.000-04:00

Itsy bitsy philosophy

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

Vesna
4/8/2011

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

It shouldn't be hard

2011-07-30T21:04:00.000-04:00

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
wild
The one
that makes you
reborn

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

There are stars out tonight

2011-07-08T14:42:00.000-04:00

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:)
Hugs,
Vesna

Vijay Iyer - Solo

2011-06-27T07:29:00.000-04:00

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.
Hugs,
Vesna

Sculpting

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

Vesna
27-06-2011

Summer days

2011-06-21T14:06:00.000-04:00

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

Vesna
20/06/2011

Enjoy...

What's It All About

2011-06-15T22:19:00.000-04:00

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

Take your time

2011-06-04T12:10:00.001-04:00

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

Vesna
4/6/2011

Shapes

2011-05-23T11:22:00.000-04:00

Shapes

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,
Moving,
Shaping the wind…

Vesna
[21-05-2011]

Je veux - ZAZ

2011-05-16T18:53:00.000-04:00

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,

Vesna

Europa

2011-04-20T19:43:00.000-04:00

Lifeline

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]

Love Birds

2011-04-11T19:17:00.000-04:00

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

Vesna
11/4/2011

April Snow Meditation

2011-04-02T12:11:00.000-04:00

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.

Vesna
1/April/2011

JJ Cale

2011-03-28T20:21:00.002-04:00

'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

Layers

Peeling

Layers

Under
Pretty

Beautiful

Under

Scared

Curious

Peeling

Layers

Vesna

[2010]

Spring

2011-03-20T10:11:00.000-04:00

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

Spring

Breath
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

Vesna
20/3/2011

Ode to Hope

2011-03-12T10:52:00.006-05:00

Japanese Red Cross

Canadian Red Cross

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

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

'my city….KORIYAMAcity..FUKUSHIMA JAPAN

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,
tempo
and space,
seafoam's
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,
suspended
aroma,
chorus of rich, resonant salt,
and meanwhile,
we men,
touch the water,
struggling
and hoping,
we touch the sea,
hoping.
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.
Hugs,
Vesna

Somewhere beautiful

2011-03-07T22:26:00.000-05:00

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
this
beautiful place
where
the distance
between us
is zero
and the possibilities are
endless.
Let’s travel there
even if it takes
forever.

Vesna
[2010]

The Listeners by Walter de la Mare

2011-03-03T14:56:00.000-05:00

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.

Messin' Around - Molly Johnson

2011-02-27T11:47:00.002-05:00

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:)

Love,
Vesna

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

Breezin'

2011-02-26T09:22:00.002-05:00

Breezin'

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

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

Vesna
25/02/2011

George Shearing - Lullaby Of Birdland

2011-02-20T09:22:00.000-05:00

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.

more...

Music lives on...

Love,
Vesna

100th Post

2011-02-13T14:09:00.001-05:00

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

Vesna
13/2/2011

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...

The Gate

2011-02-03T19:06:00.000-05:00

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

Quote:
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,
Hugs,
Vesna

Time is relative

2011-01-27T19:45:00.001-05:00

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

Later
it becomes
hours of waiting
for 5 minutes of our time

Finally
when we are together
we forget about the time

Time is relative

Vesna
26/01/2011

Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe

2011-01-19T11:05:00.004-05:00

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.
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Love

2010-12-15T18:45:00.001-05:00

Love

Such a perfect circle
The ring
Yet
The perfection of your unperfected uniqueness
Is what I love

Vesna
2010

Dear friends,
Thank you so much for your visits and support, it means so much to me.
For upcoming holidays I wish you and your loved ones all the best,
good health, lots of smiles and above all love, lots of love.
We'll be in touch.
Hugs,
Vesna

Cogito Ergo Sum

2010-12-12T14:16:00.001-05:00

Cogito Ergo Sum

A thought is

Like a fish

Slippery

It promises

To grant me 3 wishes

if I catch it

And I am trying...

I am swimming

in my own anatomy

Attempting to make a map

of my inner streets

full of labyrinths

Each sign for

Left and right turn

Has a reason

But

Most of all

I really enjoy

Feeling lost

Vesna

Dec/2010

True colors

2010-11-06T19:55:00.003-04:00

Only now
They show
When they’re about to fall
A true soul

No need
Any more
To create the shade
Greens fade

Gorgeous
Gold
Jewels under the sky
The last cry

Nature’s
Masterpiece
In my hand a fallen leaf
A moment brief

Humbled
I go
Something is left unsaid
A drop of red

True Colors by rob castro

Observations

In the Valley of Echoes

2010-11-01T21:01:00.000-04:00

Happy Birthday Kurt Elling
(November 2nd)

In the Valley of Echoes
All the words are loud
They sound hollow
Mirrored, multiplied, petrified
Except
When you whisper
It sounds so right
Unique, precious, full of delight

Vesna
01/11/2010

Nested

2010-10-16T18:52:00.000-04:00

the words like twigs and moss

made a comfortable nest

where we enjoy to rest

16/10/10

Vesna

Running on empty

2010-09-18T10:29:00.000-04:00

The last atom of energy
Is gone
Now
I am running on empty

Feels like floating

Is that the secret formula:
When you give it all
You have the most?
You just feel
Deep inside
Something divine
You host

We humans
So powerful
All
A body, a mind, a soul
We don’t know
What is the goal
Yet
We keep running
Running on empty

Madness

2010-09-08T19:04:00.000-04:00

Madness

Once upon a time

there was a happy lens,

it called itself

Convex…

It worked so nice,

magically and sweet,

making light rays to meet.

One day,

A mirror caused such grief.

That faceless thief

got stuck with

our lens brave

and made it work

like a

Concave…

It’s a madness

For our poor, poor lens.

It has lost it’s art

while all the light

just spreads apart…

My muse

2010-08-25T22:21:00.000-04:00

There is a Seagull
Proud and Glorious
When I see him
Conquering the Sky
My Spirits Fly

But this lovely creature
Popped his head out of the garbage bin
Joyfully holding a piece of sandwich
I could almost see the grin

“Thank you”
I said to my new muse
It is a good thing to keep my mind sound
And sometimes look at the ground

Vesna
15/08/2010

In This Dream

2010-08-01T10:42:00.000-04:00

In this dream
we both dream the same dream at the same time.

In this dream
we are the trees and our roots touch.

In this dream
when we are the trees and our roots touch
the leaves on our branches start making the music.

In this dream
when we are the trees and our roots touch
and when the leaves on our branches start making the music
the silence is broken.

In this dream
when we are the trees and our roots touch
and when the leaves on our branches start making the music
and when the silence is broken
a new world is born.

Vesna
31/07/2010

Lullaby

2010-07-27T18:44:00.000-04:00

Lullaby

You are loved

You are hugged

In the warm bed

You are tucked

You are drifting

On a silver cloud.

Shhhhh

Not so loud

You are sailing

In a little blue ship

It is late

You are already asleep

Vesna

26/07/2010

Summer

2010-07-21T20:31:00.001-04:00

I hope you are enjoying your summer, here is my small contribution: beautiful voice of Roberta Gambarini. To fall in love with...And my poem about champagne. Every day there is something to celebrate:)Why not?
Thank you for your visit and support:)
Big hugs,
Vesna

Champagne

Let’s celebrate…

The air, our breath

is bubbling

the water, our journey

is pouring

the earth, our home

is welcoming

the fire, our love

is burning

The aether, our life

is now

Vesna

18/07/2010

3:20 pm

2010-07-08T20:09:00.000-04:00

And…
The World can collapse
Everything can explode
But every day
At 3:20 pm
I think of you

And…
The World goes
Round and round
Every hour
It’s 3:20 pm somewhere
I think of you

And…
I am not really even sure
Where is my watch
I just do
All the time
I think of you

Vesna
07/07/2010

My Jupiter

2010-07-04T17:50:00.000-04:00

My Jupiter

Yes, my little one;

While Jupiter

takes the hits

from flying rocks

in the Space,

we are safe

on our Blue planet.

Yes, my Love;

you understood me well,

she was my Jupiter.

Vesna

04/07/2010

One more

2010-07-03T13:02:00.000-04:00

One more

Before we go
just
one more word
one more smile
one more kiss
and not
just one dot
but three
...

Happiness

Let’s be
Never fulfilled
But hungry for life
Together
Forever

Synchronicity

we can’t see each other
we just see the same soft spot
deep in our core

Vesna
03/07/2010

And all that jazz

2010-06-28T21:48:00.001-04:00

And all that jazz

She sang,
she made
everybody
feel alive.
She took us
to the places new.
And painful, gentle,
words so true,
like our tears,
just flew and flew.
Yes, piano
was there too.
But man,
that woman,
she is something else.
And all that jazz.

Vesna 28/06/2010

Tomorrow, June 29, marks my first anniversary as a blogger here:)
Thank you so much for visiting and for your wonderful support.
Love and hugs,
Vesna

Orange, Purple

2010-06-27T19:19:00.001-04:00

Awaken by orange

Ultimate joy
Sweet scent of a new morning

To have and to eat

Surprised by purple

“red me”, said the blue

not expecting to be lost
in the purple surprise

Blue, Red, Yellow

2010-06-22T19:49:00.001-04:00

Out of the blue

Out of the blue
I have a vision of you being happy
And then it becomes true

Into the red

Too late to be smart
Everything is over the head
C’mon take it heart

Connected by yellow

My yellow dress
A gold star in your eyes
A look of love

Wildflower

2010-06-18T12:21:00.000-04:00

Barbara Macklowe

New York, USA

Wild Flower Field, Bridgehampton, NY

Little shy wildflower
Your beauty fills the whole field
Lift your head up

Moanin'

2010-06-10T11:16:00.000-04:00

Ode To My Joy

Pablo Neruda

Joy,
green leaf
resting on the window sill,
tiny brightness
newly born,
musical elephant,
dazzling
coin,
occasional
fragile gust of wind
but more often
everlasting bread,
hope realized,
and duty properly done:
I scorned you, joy--
I was given bad advice.
The moon lured me along its paths.
Ancient poets
lent me their glasses
and I drew
a dark halo
around everything I saw,
a black crown on every flower,
a melancholy kiss
on each pair of beloved lips.
But there's still time.
Let me make it up to you.
I thought
the bush caught up in the storm
had only to singe
my heart,
that rain had only to drench
my clothes
in the crimson land of mourning,
that if I closed
my eyes to the rose
and caressed the open wound
suffering my share of everyone's pain--
that only then was I aiding my fellow man.
In this I erred.
I had lost my way,
so today I call on you, joy.

You are necessary as the earth.
You warm our hearts like fire.
You are perfect, like bread.
You are musical, like the water of a river.
You make gifts of honey circulating like a bee.

Joy, I was a moody youth:
I found your mop of hair
shocking.

But when its abundance showered down on my chest I discovered it wasn't true.

Today, joy,
I ran into you on the street,
far from any book.
Come with me:

I want to go with you
house to house,
I want to go from town to town,
flag to flag.
You aren't just for me.
We will go to islands,
and seas.
We will go to mines,
and forests.
Not only will I be greeted by solitary woodsmen,
poor washerwomen, or gruff and stately
stonecutters,
all of them bearing your bouquets:
there will also be crowds
and gatherings,
lumberjacks and longshoremen,
and brave boys
fighting their fight.

Around the world with you
and with my song!
With the star's winking flight
and the sea spray's delight!

I will deliver them all
because to all
I owe my joy.

Let no one questions why I should want
to give the world's wonders
to all mankind:
I learned the hard way
it's my earthly duty
to spread joy--
and I do this through my song.

I hope you are enjoying nature's delights,
thank you for visiting :)
Vesna

Verde que te quiero verde

2010-06-03T21:43:00.003-04:00

Green, how I want you green.

Green wind. Green branches.

The ship out on the sea

and the horse on the mountain.

With the shade around her waist

she dreams on her balcony,

green flesh, her hair green,

with eyes of cold silver.

Green, how I want you green…

Verde que te quiero verde.

Verde viento. Verdes ramas.

El barco sobre la mar

y el caballo en la montaña.

Con la sombra en la cintura

ella sueña en su baranda,

verde carne, pelo verde,

con ojos de fría plata.

Verde que te quiero verde…

Federico Garcia Lorca

García Lorca was born on 5 June 1898, in Fuente Vaqueros, a small town a few miles from Granada, in Andalusia, southern Spain. His father owned a farm in the fertile vega surrounding Granada and a comfortable villa in the heart of the city. His mother was a gifted pianist. In 1909, his family moved to the city of Granada. In 1915, after graduating from secondary school, García Lorca attended Sacred Heart University. During this time his studies included law, literature, composition and piano. During 1916 and 1917, García Lorca traveled throughout Castile, Léon, and Galicia, in northern Spain, with a professor of his university, who also encouraged him to write his first book, Impresiones y Paisajes (Impressions and Landscapes – published 1918).

Wikipedia

Divine

2010-05-29T11:37:00.002-04:00

Everything changes

But we are freed from little

Our love is divine

At rest

2010-05-28T18:15:00.002-04:00

Love Songs

by Sara Teasdale

[1917]

To E.

I have remembered beauty in the night,

Against black silences I waked to see

A shower of sunlight over Italy

And green Ravello dreaming on her height;

I have remembered music in the dark,

The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,

And running water singing on the rocks

When once in English woods I heard a lark.

But all remembered beauty is no more

Than a vague prelude to the thought of you --

You are the rarest soul I ever knew,

Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;

My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,

And when I think of you, I am at rest.

(Thank you Diane for this poem that you gave me some time ago, I saved it, I love it)

Love and Music

2010-05-26T17:07:00.000-04:00

Galina Vishnevskaya, a famous opera singer, was married to the cellist Mstislav Rostropovich from 1955 until his death in 2007; they performed together regularly (he on piano or on the podium). Both she and Rostropovich were friends of Dmitri Shostakovich.

"Music fills the infinite between two souls”
Rabindranath Tagore

The Style Council - You're The Best Thing

2010-05-20T12:05:00.001-04:00

I am 16 again every time I hear this song:)
Have a beautiful day, and remember:
You're the Best!
Hugs,
Vesna

You have invited me to visit you

2010-05-17T12:30:00.001-04:00

You have invited me to visit you.
I am travelling without stopping for days, for months, for years...
The train is passing through many stations but none is the right one.
Why didn't you tell me before that you are just a Cloud?
I don't like when the sky is clear blue as it is today.

Vesna
18/05/2010

The Young May Moon -Thomas Moore

2010-05-15T12:26:00.001-04:00

"The young May moon is beaming, love.

The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.

How sweet to rove,

Through Morna's grove,

When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!

Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,

'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,

And the best of all ways

To lengthen our days

Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!"

- Thomas Moore, The Young May Moon

It don't mean a thing (If it ain't got that swing) - Ella Fitzgerald

2010-05-13T09:15:00.001-04:00

I just find it irresistable:)

The Birth of Green

2010-05-09T22:25:00.001-04:00

The Birth of Green by Zoe Jordan

Some people believe that Green always existed, born at the same time as the other colors.
Some people don't ever think about it. They would just say: "The color is here now, so why does it matter when it was born?"
Some people are curious.
For you, here, now, the story unfolds.

In the Kingdom of Artisania, there was a Black forest. In the middle of the Black Forest, there was a Blue castle. It was built a long, long time ago and it still exists today.
Princess Zoe loved everything in the Blue castle: the Blue stairs and the Blue plates, the Blue rooms and the Blue fountains, the Blue flowers and the Blue birds.
She was painting and she painted Blue even the things that were not Blue, like her brother's hair. She loved to drink tea from her Blue cup, sit on her Blue rocking chair and imagine the world outside of the Blue castle.
For Princess Zoe the Blue was not just a color, it was fluidity, a movement, a life. For her the Blue was not a destination or a history or a decoration, it was a way to go.

Now close your eyes for a moment remember the Blue and step into...

The Yellow Sanctuary was not so far away. It was on the hill at the north side of the Black Forest. There was a Yellow brick road around it and the walls inside were painted Yellow. The hill was covered with Yellow dandelions. Goddess Vesna took care of the Sanctuary. She would give shelter to the travelers: make them Yellow sweet dandelion honey tea, give them clean Yellow blankets and plant a sunflower with bright Yellow petals in the garden to honor every visitor.
For Goddess Vesna the Yellow was not just a color, it was the Sun that she worshiped, a brightness, a warmth; a happiness. For her the Yellow was not a destination or a history or a decoration, it was a way to go.

One day Princess Zoe decided to go out and explore the Black Forest. She set out on the trip with a Blue backpack and she brought her Blue cup, because she felt something magical would happen if she did. That same day the Yellow Sanctuary was visited by travelers from China. They came in search of the sweet dandelion tea, to please their Emperor who was keen to try it. They brought with them "Pai Mu Tan", White Peony Tea. To honor new visitors Goddess Vesna set up festive Yellow tables outside and brought out new Yellow cups. She served tea with Yellow Honey and everybody was having a good time. The chatter from the crowd was echoing through the Black Forest. The Blue cup had led Princess Zoe to the Yellow Sanctuary, pointing the way like a compass. She joined the others in the tea ceremony. Goddess Vesna was very curious about the new visitor. She liked very much the Blue color that Princess Zoe brought with her. It was fluidity, a movement, a life of the Blue that blended so well with a brightness, a warmth; a happiness of the Yellow.

It was a magical day in Artisania.
There was a flow of the Blue, there was a ray of the Yellow and a new color was born, the Green.

For Princess Zoe and Goddess Vesna the Green was not just a color; it was the magic of friendship, the beauty of new discoveries, a never-ending joy of creativity.
For them the Green was not a destination or a history or a decoration, it was a way to go.

Vesna
09/05/2010

Notes from Zoe:
This tea seemed to me to take place in a dream-world. So for this painting, the two kingdoms are in the same place at the same time, which sort of de-solidifies things--through the doorway, you are seeing the yellow kingdom, pieces of it floating in honey, before time or space have put them in their "place."

The flowers in the windows are peonies. According to "a contemplation upon flowers," Asclepius, the son of Apollo, was physician to the gods. "Because of his great knowledge of herbs and healing, he was called Paeon, meaning helper. Thus, the early doctors were called paeoni because of their affinity with that early healer and because of the use of the peony plant in their practice..."
The association of peonies with the moon suggested it as a remedy for lunacy (an old name for the peony was Rosa Lunaria), as well as nervousness, epilepsy, and liver obstructions..." Peony root beads were strung together to ward of illness and evil spirits through the 19th century. So again, this garden Vesna and I are building is filled with remedies for insanity--the insanity of this world, that is, by the creation of a more magical one, one where many, many new things are possible. Here, the peonies creep in through the "window" in this indoor/outdoor space somewhere between the blue kingdom and the yellow sanctuary to drip their essence into the tea.
But I had an additional reason for adding the peonies. Vesna and Silvia and I have recently made some attempts at Remote Viewing, the practice of sending and receiving images telepathically. In her first attempt at "sending," Silvia focused on an image of white and red peonies from her garden, which I saw as bursts of bright white light. So here are her peonies--and here are the three of us enjoying tea together on some other plane...

Zoe
09/05/2010

Naima

2010-05-08T12:17:00.001-04:00

Naima is a ballad that's so slow and reverential that it seems to stand still, suspended in mid air. Written as a love letter to his first wife, Naima, the song was Coltrane's favorite composition. "The tune is built on suspended chords over an E-flat pedal tone on the outside," Coltrane told Nat Hentoff for the album's original liner notes. "On the inside—the channel—the chords are suspended over a B-flat pedal tone."

Hentoff continues in the notes:

"There is a 'cry'—not at all necessarily a despairing one—in the work of the best of the jazz players. It represents a man's being in thorough contact with his feelings, and being able to let them out, and that 'cry' Coltrane certainly has."

Coltrane met Naima Grubb in 1953...

More about Naima and Coltrane

N ew day
A n old tune
I fly
M iles
A way

Vesna
08/05/2010

Fantasy and Forgotten Language

2010-05-03T18:47:00.001-04:00

Sarah Chang - Fantasy on Carmen (Excerpt)

Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

Tango Animation - En Tus Brazos

2010-05-01T12:35:00.000-04:00

Our mind doesn't know about the obstacles.
I hope you enjoy this beautiful animation.
Vesna

In my Garden

2010-04-25T14:12:00.004-04:00

Alhambra, Spain

Around my soul,

like around a Medieval Garden,

rises a Fortress.

In the middle is the Fountain:

the Heart.

When you look at me,

the gates open.

Come in freely.

As I am getting older

I spend more time by the Fountain

then in the Towers.

If you see something beautiful in this Garden,

pull it out,

replant it.

It is yours as much as it is mine.

Vesna
25/04/2010

Shaking the Tree, Peter Gabriel and Youssou Ndour

2010-04-22T22:45:00.013-04:00

Welcome

Karibu

Would you like to dance with me?

Utapenda kudansi?

One language is never enough.

Lugha moja haitoshi.

Have a nice day!

Nakutakia siku njema!

The Sandcastle

2010-04-13T23:43:00.004-04:00

Rob Gonsalves-Castle on The Cliff

The Sandcastle, it never lasts long.

To build it: is it right or is it wrong?

Nobody ever lives in it.

Why does anybody even bother making it?

The first rain or tide will wash the walls away.

Will children even remember their play?

The splenid Sandcastle will become again

nothing more then a sand, dull and plain.

But what can we ask for more?

We live for new ideas to explore.

Time is not only measured by sand,

We measure it any way we can comprehend.

Vesna

13/04/2010

Rise

2010-04-12T22:39:00.000-04:00

Herbert "Herb" Alpert (born March 31, 1935) is an American musician most associated with the group variously known as Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, Herb Alpert's Tijuana Brass or just TJB.

A New Scent

At first I saw only the bright light, I have sensed something new. My mind couldn't dwell into the beautiful details until the heart didn't send the approval. Or, was it the other way around?
Is it allright to enjoy? May I go on this adventure now, here? How will this change me? Should I warn somebody that I may be gone forever? Shall I be recognized when I come back?
"I can't come back", I said to myself. Time travels only forward, and life just goes on.
So, I have relaxed, and let myself indulge.
It was a new scent.
The scent filled my nostrils and therfore forever changed my breath.
The scent covered my face and changed the way I look.
The scent gently landed on my eyelids and made me close my eyes.
The scent flooded my mind, made it alive.
I felt the scent while it travelled down my spine.
It was powerful like an ocean wave; it was unavoidable like an arrow arched from the birth of the Universe.
My body became the house to the fire, like a volcano. My hair turned red like a lava.
My lips and my heart became one: Speaking of nothing but Love from that moment on.

Vesna

Herbie Hancock

2010-04-12T06:51:00.000-04:00

April 12th, 1940 – Pianist Herbie Hancock born in Chicago, IL. He is regarded not only as one of the greatest living jazz musicians, but also as one of the most influential jazz musicians of the 20th century. His music embraces elements of funk and soul while adopting freer stylistic elements from jazz. Herbie's best-known solo works include "Cantaloupe Island", "Watermelon Man", "Maiden Voyage", "Chameleon", "I Thought It Was You" and "Rockit".

Algo tuyo en mi

2010-04-09T22:05:00.003-04:00

Photo By Gabriel Jordan

There is a little bit of
me in you
and a little bit of
you in me

When I see your eyes
I smile
and then
I see my smile in your eyes

When everything is
Upside Down
We see it the same way

Vesna 9/4.2010
For Zoe

Remembering Billie Holiday

2010-04-07T14:19:00.001-04:00

April 7th, 1915 – Vocalist Billie Holiday born in Philadelphia, PA. Nicknamed “Lady Day” by her friend and musical partner Lester Young, Holiday was a seminal influence on jazz and pop singing. Her vocal style, strongly inspired by jazz instrumentalists, pioneered a new way of manipulating phrasing and tempo. Above all, she was admired all over the world for her deeply personal and intimate approach to singing. She co-wrote several jazz standards, notably "God Bless the Child", "Don't Explain", "Fine and Mellow", and "Lady Sings the Blues".

Giovanni Sollima

2010-03-31T22:02:00.002-04:00

Giovanni Sollima - Sogno ad Occhi Aperti (Daydream) PART 1

“I cannot promise very much.
I give you the images I know.
Lie still with me and watch.
We laugh and we touch.
I promise you love. Time will not take that away.”
Anne Sexton

Ode To the Smell of Wood

2010-03-30T20:06:00.002-04:00

Vancouver, BC

Ode To the Smell of Wood by Pablo Neruda

translated by Jodey Bateman

Late, with the stars
open in the cold
I open the door.
The sea
galloped
in the night.

Like a hand
from the dark house
came the intense
aroma
of firewood in the pile.

The aroma was visible
as
if the tree
were alive.
As if it still breathed.

Visible
like a garment.

Visible
like a broken branch.

I walked
into
the house
surrounded
by that balsam-flavored
darkenss.
Outside
the points
in the sky sparkled
like magnetic stones
and the smell of the wood

touched
my heart
like some fingers,
like jasmine,
like certain memories.

It wasn't the sharp smell
of the pines,
no,
it wasn't
the break in the skin
of the eucalyptus,
neither was it
the green perfumes
of the grapevine stalk,
but
something more secret,
because that fragrance
only one
only one
time existed,
and there, of all I have seen in the world
in my own house at night, next to the winter sea,
was waiting for me
the smell
of the deepest rose,
the heart cut from the earth,
something that invaded me like a wave
breaking loose
from time
and it lost itself in me
when I opened the door
of the night.

I was visitng Vancouver, BC where I was repeating over and over again:" What a beautiul tree":)))
In complete awe for the nature I share this Neruda's poem and one of the many photographs of the trees that I brought back.
Hope that you'll like it.
Love,
Vesna

I'll be seeing you

2010-03-24T14:44:00.000-04:00

I'll be away for a while,
but don't forget me:)
I'll be back.
Love,
Vesna

Primavera

2010-03-11T13:32:00.000-05:00

Every Day You Play

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda

Momo Kapor

2010-03-07T09:21:00.013-05:00

Momo Kapor, the artist who wrote many books, made many drawings and paintings and lived his life as a form of the art left us on March 3rd.
Although he was mainly popular for his writing Momo was very passionate painter. I read in one of his last interviews that he regrets not dedicating ALL of his time to painting.
I have added the video where you can see him, hear his voice, it is something he wrote about Dubravka Zubovic (the opera singer) and she is there with him too. Also I recommend you to read a piece of his writing "East-West", added below.
He will be missed, he possesed the incredible charm, forever and ever he will be the Inspiration.
I guess, to all of us, when somebody like Momo says goodbye it is like saying:
"Find what you love to do and do it a lot."
Yours,
Vesna
07/03/2010

EAST – WEST by Momo Kapor

In the East, clerks work from seven to three. In the West, from nine to five. The clerkly East wakes up at half past five. The clerkly West at seven. The drowsy East creeps through a foggy winter morning, cursing jobs, the state, life, fate... the East is half-shaved. This is because men shaved the previous evening so as to be able to sleep longer in the morning. The smoothly-shaved West rides in the metro in silence. The East tells political jokes in an overcrowded bus. The West reads newspapers in complete silence. Nobody talks.
The East falls in love with an unknown green-eyed working girl. Naturally, the East arrives to his working place at half past seven and angrily says to his boss: "What? We are not in the West, for God's sake!" The West begins working at nine. The East gradually comes to himself. He has had three coffees and has read in the newspaper what is happening in the West. At half past eight, the East discusses last evening's television news... The West is already immersed in work. He cannot discuss what was on 67 channels as nobody watches the same program.
At half past ten the East, with a two-hour handicap, goes to his deserved breakfast. He breakfasts head in tripe, goulashes, pljeskavica, burek, bean soup, lamb with sweet cabbage, stewed sauerkraut with meat and similar dishes, as if he's been digging all morning. Later, he chews a toothpick and has three beers with medals from a world exhibition. The West has a lunch break between twelve and one o'clock, He eats a sandwich with cold chicken (white meat) and drinks "7-Up". Then he returns to work. In the hall of the company building he drinks his first instant-coffee from a paper cup.
The East already has the advantage of three beers and two vinjaks (grape brandy). On the way he hears about a sale and drops by to see what's all about and returns to the office two hours later. The West agrees to hold a trade union meeting on Saturday because it is a non-working day. The agenda is to decide whether go on strike.
The East is given a frozen flank of beef by the trade union, which is placed into the freezer. The bloodstained suit is being dry cleaned. At three the East goes home, but first he drops by for one more beer. The West is still working.
The East has a lunch and then the family walks on tiptoe because the father is tired from work. The West continues to work. The East is still napping on the divan, having first covered his face with a newspaper because of flies. They wake him up at 19.30 to watch the news. The East has a thousand objections about the economic situation. After watching the news, the East sets heartily to a light dinner: cooked pork knee joint with horse radish and red wine provided by the father-in-law from the village.
At six o'clock the West returns home. He has no energy to read newspapers in the underground. The West has extracted everything from the West. The East is fresher in the evening than in the morning! He plays cards with his friends and opens a third bottle of red wine. An exhausted West takes off his shoes and has a whiskey to recover. He drops into an armchair and watches flickering television images without understanding the issue at all. He wonders if life has any sense. Where does this all lead to? He eats his dinner in apathy: a tasteless Atlantic fish and cooked vegetables. A glass of white wine.
At this moment the East has the advantage with five bottles of red wine. The West goes to bed early. Tomorrow is a working day. The West will live only on the weekend. From five p.m. Friday to Sunday morning. For the East, every day is a holiday. I wouldn't live in the West, he says to his wife, if they give me a million a day!
The West takes sleeping pills. The East carelessly borrows money from West. The West grants credits to live from the profits of the East. Both East and West sleep like babies and dream in colours.

Haiku by Gabriel Rosenstock

2010-03-01T21:16:00.000-05:00

Gabriel Rosenstock is a poet and haikuist, author/translator of over 150 books, mostly in Irish (Gaelic). A member of Aosdána (the Irish academy of arts and letters), he taught haiku at the Schule für Dichtung (Poetry Academy) in Vienna and has given readings in Europe, North, South and Central America, Australia, India and Japan. A former Chairman of Poetry Ireland/Éigse Éireann, he is an Honorary Life Member of the Irish Translators’ and Interpreters’ Association and a Foundation Associate of The Haiku Foundation.

Salmon Poetry published his debut volume in English in 2009, Uttering Her Name and in the same year Cambridge Scholars Publishing (UK) brought out his twin-volume reflections on haiku, Haiku Enlightenment and Haiku, the Gentle Art of Disappearing.

SUSUMU TAKIGUCHI,

CHAIRMAN, THE WORLD HAIKU CLUB

sickle moon -

reaping

emptiness

"Rosenstock has done it again! Here we have another haiku volume of originality and newness. Why is it that if lesser hands try the same sort of haiku theirs would become shallow and literally empty while in the hands of this poet profundity and lightness show up in an exquisite balance?

Rosenstock is one of the few non-Japanese poets who have a feel for haiku almost instinctively but, more importantly, who have not lost it by the study or practice of writing haiku. "

I read some of Gabriel's poems and really loved it .
Gabriel was very generous to let me publish some of his work.
Enjoy and thank you for visiting,
Vesna

full moon

filling the eye

fully

fireworks implode

into nothingness

the moon brighter than ever

somewhere deep

within the universe

the crow’s voice is formed

was it a kingfisher?

a splash turns blue

into silver

even the butterfly

takes a rest

on the hammock

into a hole in the sand

something too quick

to be named

Magic

2010-02-28T14:27:00.000-05:00

Franz Strauss Nocturno Op. 7
French Horn Solo, Steve Park, Horn

"The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.”

Rabindranath Tagore

Some excitement

2010-02-24T19:25:00.002-05:00

Some exciting and joyful news to share:

Zoe and I have been featured in this (March) month's OM Times Magazine, pp. 34-38.

The screen shots here, but to read what Zoe and I wrote, to zoom in, and to see the rest of the beautiful and inspiring magazine, you'll want to follow the link.

Thank you for visiting and support:)

Vesna

Thinking

2010-02-21T14:48:00.012-05:00

David Bromley "Imagine"

God
isn’t he just a kid
who found a box of paint
as he was running through Space?

He painted himself some friends to play
and then some toys and playgrounds.

He makes mistakes.
He makes masterpieces.

He spills the paint;
the red especially
makes the big mess.

And sometimes
he erases things and shakes the World
and makes us all afraid.

Vesna
2010/02/21

Happy Valentine's Day

2010-02-12T12:00:00.000-05:00

Somehow it all starts with an apple:))

Thank you for stopping by dear friends,

I hope you have Love filled Valentine's Day..and every day:)

Love,

Vesna

Passing Through the Curtain

2010-02-07T23:31:00.003-05:00

Entering the Magic Garden, Zoe Jordan
Zoe in Wonderland

I am happy to present to you here my new collaborative artwork with the most creative, magical Zoe...Enjoy:)

A New Scent

At first, I saw only the bright light, I sensed something new. My mind couldn't immerse itself in the beautiful details until the heart sent its approval. Or, was it the other way around?

Is it all right to enjoy this? May I go on with this adventure now, here? How will this change me? Should I warn somebody that I may be gone forever? Will I be recognized when I come back?

"I can't come back", I said to myself. Time travels only forward, and life just goes on.

So, I relaxed, and let myself indulge.

It was a new scent.

The scent filled my nostrils and therefore forever changed my breath.

The scent covered my face and softened the way I look.

The scent gently landed on my eyelids and made me close my eyes and see more.

The scent flooded my mind, it sank old chains and balls and let new ideas be born.

I felt the scent as it traveled down my spine.

It was powerful like an ocean wave; it was unavoidable like an arrow arched from the birth of the Universe.

My body became the house to the fire, like a volcano. My hair turned red like lava.

My lips and my heart became One: Speaking of nothing but Love from that moment on.

Vesna

Notes from Zoe:

The plants that her image begins to appear through are all versions of the Hellebore. I had been thinking of the hellebore because of its legendary ability to cure insanity--thus, it formed a symbolic curtain between this world, filled with insanity, and the world of the magic garden, where one could suddenly and naturally be cured of it, and filled with magical abilities as a result...The idea was for there to be a certain location in a garden where, at a certain hour of the night, one could pass into an otherwise invisible garden, where certain plants grew that one had to have special knowledge to use. The hellebore is one of those plants.
In A Contemplation Upon Flower: Garden Plants in Myth and Literature, by Bobby J. Ward, it says:
“...the black hellebore, presumably Helleborus niger, was supposedly favored by witches who used it in their charms because they believed that one ‘finger’ of its lobed leaves was evil. According to legend, only a witch knows which one!....
Traditionally, even the collecting of black hellebores was considered dangerous because of their connection to witchcraft and sorcery. It had to be done in a specific, prescribed way; Pliny instructed drawing a circle around the plant with a sword and while lifting the root saying certain spells or prayers, entreating permission from the gods. The mystic rites for collecting, according to some versions, suggest looking to the east to be sure that no eagle witnesses the process; if it does, the gatherer will waste away and die within a year.”
Legend has it that the Black Hellebore (so named for the color of its root) successfully cured many famous cases of insanity, including that of Heracles, and that of the daughters of Argos, who had been driven completely wild by Dionysus.
Its use throughout history went in and out of fashion, because of the dangers caused by using it carelessly--whereby it became a poison (Hellebore is the ancient Greek word for food that kills).
In The Anatomy of Melancholy, it says “They that were sound commonly took it to quicken their wits, (as Ennius of old, Qui non nisi potus ad arma--prosiluit dicenda, and as our poets drink sack to improve their inventions)...” but later it began to be rejected as a poison; for example “Constantine the emperour in his Geoponicks, attributes no other virtue to it, than to kill mice and rats, flies and mouldwarps...” Later, it was picked up again as a medicine, and those that use it say it only has to be prepared correctly to work as a medicine: Brassivola “brags that he was the first that restored it again to its use, and tells a story how he cured one Melatasta, a madman, that was thought to be possessed, in the Duke of Ferrara’s court, with one purge of black hellebore in substance: the receipt is there to be seen; his excrements were like ink, he perfectly healed at once...” Some used a linen dipped in a warm concoction of hellebore and placed on the forehead to cure melancholy, some put it in an inhalant or a perfume.
And Paracelsus told us, “It is most certain...that the virtue of this herb is great, and admirable in effect, and little differing from balm itself; and he that knows well how to make use of it, hath more art than all their books contain, or all the doctors in Germany can show.”
The large bloom at the bottom left is from the type of Hellebore called the Christmas Rose, because it blooms as early as December. Its delicate scent and large, lovely petals bloom heartily even in the snow. We were imagining these winter blooms appearing in a corner of a larger garden at a secret hour of the night, their dew-strengthened scent opening the curtain between worlds, and the girl shimmering out of one and into the other

Published in OM Times Magazine

March edition/2010

Glass, small glass, or how to say "I love you" in my way by Miguel Alagarda

2010-02-05T20:42:00.001-05:00

Thank you Zoe and Migue for helping me with the translation

and making sure we keep the essence of the poem.

I will always see Migue in it and his beautiful style, casual and warm.

Glass, small glass, or how to say "I love you" in my way

How nice it would be to be able to say a glass, when I mean a glass,
and not say a cup, or even nothing at all.
How nice would it be not to regret what I have not said?
But it happens that sometimes I mean a glass and I say a small glass,
and then I do not have enough and () I regret it.
Or I think of the words I've forgotten and of those I've omitted out of fear,
and when I made a mistake without an intention, accidentally.

And what a cursed mania I have of regretting not having said glass or cup or small glass
when it is too late, because at the moment of truth, it just didn’t come out.
--(And how soon curse me to go back to do exactly the same,)
And what a curse when a bit later it happens to me exactly the same,
and again, and again, shit.
Can you talk?! - I wonder.
Yes, yes I know, but I need time to choose the words.
I'm clumsy, yes.

And not to say glass on time may be serious, but imagine that you don't say on time
"Excuse me", "I'm sorry" or "I love you".
The thing can be silly complicated by a simple unspoken word.

That's why I want to tell you now,
"Excuse me", "I'm sorry", "I love you",
"Excuse me", "I'm sorry", "I love you",
all together for you to remember them and use them,
as if I would be saying them just in the moment you think I need them.
And let me know if you run out of "I love you"'s, or "I'm sorry"'s
I will replace them so you never miss them.
I would die of stupidity if I know that you ever miss my "I love you".
I would die deservedly, like an idiot.

Vaso, vasito, o como decir te quiero a mi manera

2010-01-28T20:05:00.000-05:00

Vaso, vasito, o como decir te quiero a mi manera.

Qué bonito sería poder decir vaso, cuando quiero decir vaso,
y no decir copa, o no decir nada a veces.
Qué bonito sería no tener que lamentar que no lo he dicho.
Pero me ocurre, que a veces quiero decir vaso y digo vasito,
y no tengo suficiente y después me arrepiento.
O pienso en las palabras que he olvidado y en las que he omitido por miedo,
y en las que me he equivocado sin querer queriendo.

Y qué maldita manía tengo de lamentar no haber dicho vaso o copa o vasito
cuando ya es tarde, porque a la hora de la verdad, simplemente no me salía.
Y qué maldición al poco tiempo me vuelve a pasar exactamente lo mismo,
y otra vez, y otra vez, mierda!.
¿Es que no sabes hablar?! – me pregunto.
Sí, sí que sé, pero necesito tiempo para elegir las palabras.
Soy torpe, sí.

Y no decir vaso a tiempo puede ser grave, pero imagina que no dices a tiempo un “perdona”, “lo siento” o “te quiero”.
La cosa se puede complicar tontamente. Por una simple palabra no dicha.

Por eso quiero decírtelo ahora,
perdona, lo siento, te quiero,
perdona, lo siento, te quiero,
todas seguidas para que las recuerdes y las uses,
como si salieran de mi boca en el momento en que más las necesite.
Y dímelo si se te acaban los “te quiero”, o los “perdona”,
yo los repondré para que nunca te falten.
Me moriría de torpeza si sé que un día te faltan mis “te quiero”.
Me moriría merecidamente, por idiota.

Migue

Django Reinhardt

2010-01-22T10:21:00.002-05:00

Josette Daydé and Django Reinhardt
Coucou

Coucou, les rosiers fleurissent
Coucou, les rameaux verdissent
Coucou, voici le printemps

Coucou, le beau soleil brill
Coucou, et les yeux des filles
Coucou, en font tout autant

Que faites-vous, que faites-vous encore à sommeiller
Eveillez-vous, Eveillez-vous, le monde est transformé

Coucou ouvrez moi bien vite
Coucou, mon coeur vous invite
Coucou, il faut nous aimer.

Cadillac, Cadillac, Coucou bonjour mon amour
Cadilla dilla dilla
Cadillac, Cadillac, Coucou veut dire bonjour

Que faites-vous, que faites-vous encore à sommeiller
Eveillez-vous, Eveillez-vous, le monde est transformé

Coucou, ouvrez moi bien vite
Coucou, mon coeur vous invite
Coucou, il faut nous aimer

January 23rd, 1910 – Guitarist Django Reinhardt born in Liverchies, Belgium. One of the first prominent European jazz musicians, Reinhardt remains one of the most renowned jazz guitarists. With violinist Stéphane Grappelli, he cofounded the Quintette du Hot Club de France. Reinhardt's most popular compositions have become jazz standards, including "Minor Swing", "Belleville", "Djangology", "Swing '42" and "Nuages" (French for "Clouds"). Reinhardt retired in 1951, and passed away in May of 1953.

Dance with me- Nouvelle Vague

2010-01-16T12:08:00.003-05:00

Mačka-Ibrica Jusić

2010-01-10T10:55:00.002-05:00

Ibrica Jusić - Mačka
U gradu, nije važno ime,
u praznoj sobi, kaže priča,
i usred ljeta, usred zime,
ja vidim tužnoga mladića.

On živi sam i ko zanesen
u svom svijetu od papira,
a vani sunce, kiša, jesen,
a vani vergl nešto svira.

No jednog dana šum kraj vrata,
to netko neznan ući želi
u njegov život, poput tâta,
da njegovu samoću dijeli.

A vani zima, vani sniježi,
i pored praga mačka leži,
on pruža ruke, kô da sanja,
a vani zora – svjetlost danja.

No, u tom času, u tom trenu
pred sobom vidje nagu ženu,
i on joj reče: budi moja,
a ona kaže: ja sam tvoja.

I sve što ima mladić skupi
i stavi trgovcu na vagu,
da prstenje od zlata kupi
i haljinu za svoju dragu.

Da, zlato želi, al' ne haje
za skromnu halju što joj daje,
i tužni mladić svako veče
u novu krađu opet kreće.

Jer, on je želi, on je ljubi,
i volio bi da je mazi,
a zna da svoju ljubav gubi
bez darova i ruku praznih.

I riješi sada, još ove noći,
u zadnju krađu on će poći,
i u zoru se mladić vrati
da strašnim novcem ljubav plati.

I donese joj dragi kamen
u svijetu najveći od sviju,
u kom se, kao jedan plamen,
sve vatre ovog svijeta kriju.

I vidje – žena ruke pruža
i ljubi kamen kao muža,
i kao što njega nikad nije
uz tijelo hladan kamen grije.

I dok se njemu lice grči
u sobu uđe miš i trči,
i kao mačka skoči žena,
na plen se baci istog trena.

I stiže ga, a njeni zubi
već traže meso koje peče,
i ženi koju mladić ljubi
sa kuta usne krv poteče.

U strahu mladić oči sklopi –
te strašne slike neka odu,
on vidje lađu što se topi,
i svoju ljubav na tom brodu.

A kada opet nađe snage
on digne vjeđe – žene nema,
i tada mjesto svoje drage
on vidje mačku kako drijema.

Kroz prozor uđe svjetlost danja,
on pruža ruke, kô da sanja,
sad opet samo mačku ima,
a vani studen, snijeg i zima.

since feeling is first by e.e. cummings

2010-01-02T19:28:00.004-05:00

since feeling is first

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,

and kisses are a far better fate

than wisdom

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

--the best gesture of my brain is less than

your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

ee cummings

Emy Reynolds-Surprise Surprise

2009-12-27T19:10:00.003-05:00

~I hope 2010 holds some beautiful surprises for you~

~Happy New Year~

Little Tree by E.E.Cummings

2009-12-24T22:53:00.002-05:00

little tree

little silent Christmas tree

you are so little

you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest

and were you very sorry to come away?

see i will comfort you

because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark

and hug you safe and tight

just as your mother would,

only don't be afraid

look the spangles

that sleep all the year in a dark box

dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,

the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms

and i'll give them all to you to hold

every finger shall have its ring

and there won't a single place dark or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed

you'll stand in the window for everyone to see

and how they'll stare!

oh but you'll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands

and looking up at our beautiful tree

we'll dance and sing

"Noel Noel"

All you need is Love from Bandaged Together

2009-12-22T09:47:00.003-05:00

Dear friends,
I hope your Holidays are filled with love and happiness, it's always a pleasure to stay in touch and share beautiful moments with you.
Lots of Love,
Vesna

Eric Clapton-Wonderful Tonight

2009-12-20T17:44:00.002-05:00

Yes,
You look wonderful tonight:)

A Dream Within a Dream, Edgar Allan Poe

2009-12-18T20:56:00.001-05:00

A Dream Within a Dream, Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep - while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

The World is Dancing

2009-12-18T18:00:00.002-05:00

Andre Rieu - Shostakovich' Second Waltz

Gotan Project - La Revancha Del Tango Live

2009-12-14T22:19:00.005-05:00

13

2009-12-13T22:01:00.003-05:00

Imali smo trinaest godina i te veceri smo se tresli vise od zadovoljstva sto najzad pripadamo 'velikima' nego od decembarske hladnoce. Dok smo cekali da kupimo karte za rok koncert i sudarali se sa necijim ledjima, rukama, grudima, preleteli smo iz vec pomalo dosadnog detinjstva u nesto novo, ludo i uzbudljivo.

We were thirteen. That night we were trembling more from the excitment that we finally belong to "the big guys" then from the December's cold. While we were in the crowded line to buy tickets for the rock concert we were bumping into strangers' backs, arms, chests... We felt like we have crossed the line from our already a bit boring childhood into something new, crazy and axciting.

Vesna 13/12/2006
Published by Izdavacka kuca Alma

Azra

2009-12-12T09:54:00.005-05:00

Spring on the December 13th

Quote from the wikipedia:

"Azra was a rock band from Zagreb (Croatia) that was popular across Yugoslavia in the 1980s. Azra was formed in 1977 by its frontman Branimir "Johnny" Štulić. Other two members were Mišo Hrnjak (bass) and Boris Leiner (drums). They named the Band after a verse "Ja se zovem El Muhamed/Iz plemena starih Azra/Što za ljubav život gube/I umiru kada ljube!" (trans. "My name is El Muhamed/From the tribe of the old Azras/who die for love/And die when they kiss!") from a sevdalinka "Kraj tanahna šadrvana" ("Azra" here being a reference to a shortened versione of "Azera" or "Azeris", rather than a popular Bosnian name "Azra", as commonly thought). They are considered to be one of the most influential bands from the former Yugoslav New Wave rock era and the Yugoslav Rock scene in general.

They released their first single in 1979 with songs "Balkan" and "A šta da radim". The first album named Azra was published in 1980 and achieved commercial success and popularized Azra in former Yugoslavia. Azra recorded its last studio album Između krajnosti (Between the extremes) in 1987. In 1988 the band recorded 4LP live album under the name Zadovoljština (Satisfaction), after which Štulić disbanded the band. He is often at lengths with his past as he lives a secluded life and is often the target of reporters seeking an interview, which he is reluctant to give. Štulić recorded three more solo albums since moving to Houten, Netherlands, where he currently lives. A 2003 rock documentary, Sretno dijete (Lucky Child, the title of a Prljavo kazalište song) depicts Azra as the locus of the rock scene in the former Yugoslavia during the 1980s, along with the influential Bijelo dugme. Even until today, Azra has remained very popular among youth in the countries of former Yugoslavia, unlike many other new wave bands which are now considered, more or less, historical examples."

Something got me started by Simply Red

2009-12-10T12:32:00.012-05:00

This was the last video I had featured on Imeem. Something got me started, I found the music, the poetry group, wonderful blogs, awesome people... then it was hard to stop. If you have used the website you may know it was really great one for sharing music and before it started to fall apart (sometime in June 2009) videos and photographs too.
What made it really great is truly phenomenal, creative, generous, cool people from all over the world with unlimited positive energy flowing. With a touch of magic through music and other artistic expressions, strangers were easily becoming friends.
I just wanted by writing this to accentuate the positive: website may be gone, but positive energy stays forever.
Keep smiling, the best is yet to come (one can only hope:))

Vesna