Vlada Mars
@vladamars.bsky.social
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Pianist and composer, dreamer and words weaver. Music available at itunes, amazon, spotify. Vancouver B.C. Canada/Belgrade Serbia
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I hear music in the fog, in rainy days, in a melancholy of a fading sun, in falling leaves, and hearts that long for something more.
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We should write letters more. I miss that. I would say:

My love, with you gone, I lost the whole language too. Language of love and silliness, we built for 33 years. Language of dreams, and imaginary things, of stories and poetry, language only you and I knew how to speak.
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I write of you in the language of dreams.
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To believe in goodness and kindness again.
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It takes courage to love this world over and over again.
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Life will do everything to make you hard. But true courage is to stay open. When you keep your heart tender, when you don't allow life to harden you, only then you can evolve, grow, only then you can call yourself brave.
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I am just a woman lost in her dreams, rising from grief, sharing my light.
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Past few days I quietly fell apart. Then I got sick. If you are someone like me, who feels everything, at some point, the world becomes too much, the noise very loud, and you are lost. No one can pulls you away from the darkness. Only your own hard work can get you to the light.
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What is dead is gone. Memories, conversations will linger. Stories and words are all we have left, and that is an invisible thread connecting us with our loved ones who are gone.
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I don’t want to be strong
nor resilient
I want to fall apart

I want to be fearless
and brave
and do silly things

Like crying in the morning
and 
falling in love in the afternoon

I want to become
I want to keep becoming
every time

I fall apart
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A peaceful existence in the midst of storm.
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To be gentle in this world is an act of rebellion.
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Life is always beautiful. Even when it’s harsh.
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I am learning to be brave again and live life with joy.
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I close my eyes and travel to cities where we will love.
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I sit with my grief, drinking tea. In Wales.
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Grief and tenderness walk hand in hand with me. I could not be without one or the other. One reminding me of people I lost, one reminding me that they are with me forever.
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I gift myself poetry books, sunsets after the rain, cup of tea, laughter late at night, bath after long days, art postcards, gentle thoughts, flowers that smell of late summer, dreams filled with love.
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To travel, to dream, to look for magic and never to lose sense of wonder.
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To lay beneath the trees and forget everything.
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Today we said goodbye to my beautiful Penny Lane. To experience another loss in seven months is heartbreaking. But I am so grateful for her love and her help in grieving for my husband. May they find each other again in a different realm. May she always be happy.
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In dream I dreamt of you.
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Grief comes uninvited at 9:20 pm with the Lou Reed velvety voice. 214 days I sit alone in the house waiting for life to become easier.
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I still dream of waking up in the kinder, gentler world.
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I imagine a place
where you and I
are alone
where river is clear
and the wind is in my hair
Where we tangle our fingers
and breathe as one
The world will still be there
the revolution will be around us
but you and I
will become
us