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vladamars.bsky.social
Pianist and composer, dreamer and words weaver. Music available at itunes, amazon, spotify. Vancouver B.C. Canada/Belgrade Serbia
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I love the wind when it blows through the bare trees, across the plains, through the mountains and fields of violets and into my hair. If I could, I would be the wind.

Caught in the moment between the real and a dream love that tastes of memories we are yet to live.

To slow these new feelings, this new becoming. To stay longer, to linger longer in your gaze. And then to let it go.

If I lay here among the stars will you have courage to look up and find me.

Magical evening celebrating life of my husband with family and friends in Belgrade. Touched and grateful by so much love and kindness♥️

We keep saying goodbye. We keep coming back to each other.

Dreams of one life

To be seen, to be felt, for a woman I am.

My love, at night, the world is so quiet that I can hear cherry blossoms awakening. Stars are heavy and full of grief. And yet, you cannot stop life. You cannot stop love.

I don’t sleep. I don’t dream. But oh how I love.

I will blossom again. I will be wilder than a spring.

Write me into a poem as my soul is waiting for awakening.

I talk to the wind

A new dawn for me

I am here, with my sadness and grief braided in my heart.

Intimacy happens at the end of sentence, it clings in the air and lands on soft and longing hearts. Moment is enough to change the course of your life. Don’t miss it.

My love, we deserve one last adventure.

You will never know how many times my heart broke and how many times I kept loving.

You are gone now, love. Yet, I am still waiting and longing for you to come back.

Women are dance, a poem, a revolution.

Grief will make you angry. Grief will make you lonely. Grief will make you lose friendships. The ones who don’t react, the ones who stay, will be there forever.

Sit with me and hold my hand.

Love of my soul. Love of my heart.

Seven weeks passed since my husband died, and last night I cooked for the very first time. I made his favourite dish, and a cake, and shared it with our best friends. We laughed so much, and talked about him with an ease, as he is present, sitting and laughing with us.

I am the keeper of memories.

The intimacy of words, of kind gesture, when they touch silence and loneliness in our hearts.

Joy is a tiny flame in my heart now. But it is still there.

I've learned that it will never get easier missing you.

Only soft hearts can change the world.

You told me that time doesn’t exist that my energy my desire my curiosity my passion that I am t i m e l e s s and yet with every sunrise and sunset with my every breath and a heartbeat you are further and further away from me

Hearts that silently break in the dark of the night.

This is the time to be brave and say no to despair.

We are all petals of time that are constantly withering.

It has been ten years since my third album ‘Woman’s Love’ was released. The music was darker, my journey, as a woman, was harder. You can listen to it wherever the music is playing.

You have to love. You have to feel. And when grief overwhelms you, you have to look at the life in the eyes and carry on.