Vlada Mars

It takes courage to be gentle.

I am aging differently from my friends. It is a lonely road. I am more open, more tender. While everyone around me is focused on their own comfort and themselves, I am looking outside, paying attention to the world. I see and feel everything. My life is evolving. I am growing.

Slow Sundays

I just want to be, for a moment, lost in time with you.

Never underestimate the strength of art, poetry and music, even in the darkest times.

This past year I truly learned how to be alone. To go to the movies, to laugh at things by myself. To travel alone, visit art galleries. I learned to have meal at the restaurant and toast my reflection in the window. I learned to love my own company, to love myself.

Sadness is a poem I live in silence.

Write me into symphony of the wind. Paint me into the hues of the stormy sky. Love me like a raging sea.

Change is inevitable if we want to survive.

Every day I celebrate kindness, celebrate compassion, celebrate tenderness.

The world needs people like us, people who get lost in the music, people who write poetry in the early morning hours, people who never give up on dreams, people who know that love is the answer.

One day all the languages will be forgotten, but music will stay. Song of the bird. Whisper of the wind.

Remember me when you think I am better.
Remember that there is no better in grief.
Remember that when I laugh and feel the joy of life I also cry. 
Find words. 
Words of truth. 
It will never get easier.
This grief.
But I got you.

I lay under the falling leaves. There is no wind, no whisper, only an ache of my heart missing you.

Poem of Ordinary Things
(new music)

More bravery, more magic, more kindness, more dreams, more passion, more love.

With the side of falling stars.

I have sea under my skin. I have wind in my thoughts. I have a fire in my heart. Leave me wild, leave me free.

Everything inside me becomes more visible, more beautiful, when I love.

But are you fluent in the language of sunsets

I want to be a poem of ordinary things.

Love you Bella 💗

Living free from 
inhibitions
judgement
oppression
Living free from
rules
expectations
time tables
Living free for
openness
kindness
goodness
Living free for
passion
dreams
love

I prefer to be real.

In every fallen leaf I hear a song of you.

I stay awake listening to the song of the moon, dreaming of a better world and loving, always loving.

Courage to blossom, in every season.

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.

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.

I write of you in the language of dreams.