Veronika Coassolo » Photos https://www.veronikacoassolo.com Music Artist Mon, 20 Apr 2026 12:23:59 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.8.22 June 7th .. Thank you! https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/june-7th-thank-you/ https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/june-7th-thank-you/#comments Tue, 10 Jun 2014 18:37:13 +0000 https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/?p=2991 photo-4

Another year, tick tock… The hand of time.  June 7th was my birthday.

How old am I? I’m timeless.

Don’t reduce me to a number… I am all the things I’ve done and they are countless.

Another marvelous year. Full. Blessed. A year spent in the most magical home. I’ve lived in a Sanctuary immersed in nature.. and inspiration.

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I have built with my own hands. I have Built a home . I have made music . Released songs.
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I am very proud of this last work and grateful for the help of incredibly talented artists, friends, family and lover. Grateful for the support of all the amazing artists I have collaborated with through the years… your support is priceless!
And thanks to the new ones that are part of Pacific High

Veronika Coassolo in studio-1
And now… I jump into the next chapter. Exciting changes again. New music ahead. Performances. And … Remixes from pacific High!
Please stay tuned! Check in to see what’s new and keep on listening and sharing what I have done. It’s challenging to do this independently, but filled with rewards and freedom. And of freedom I can never have enough of.
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So..thank you June 7th ;) See you next year !

]]> https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/june-7th-thank-you/feed/ 0 Soundscapes of a journey https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/soundscapes-of-a-journey/ https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/soundscapes-of-a-journey/#comments Tue, 06 May 2014 21:40:39 +0000 https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/?p=2966 I remember every moment of the journey, every sound , every colour, every emotion… The wind resonating through the mast of the sailboat in some remote anchorage… the relentless swell while trying to cook a meal… The long talks discovering each other and our improvised happy hours on deck… The star lit sky in some island where the only road is a mile long and if you look across that road from the beautiful lagoon, on the other side there’s an open ocean…. Cause there is nothing but water… And a village of fishermen to which a small ship full of groceries and clothes feels like Christmas every week… It fills up their only overpriced little store with things I’m not sure they need … And I remember my mother calling on Skype … In the middle of the sunniest day… The weakest most expensive internet…but there is internet even here, in the middle of this bay coming from that little shop…. And a few tourists that payed a fortune for this Paradise… While it took us months … Hundreds of people flew above us , they were sipping cold drinks looking at the vast blue ocean, unaware there is a lot of us down here … Pirates, gipsies, sirens…. We earned those sunsets and sunrises one mile at a time….

I remember exchanging a sip of rum for black pearls and pamplemousse…

I remember making friends with all those sea gipsies … I remember singing on a sailing vessel with a woman playing a Celtic harp with which she had sailed thousands of miles…her treasure through laughter and tears…. Till now , while people from each corner of the world gather around with their small dinghies and their childlike eyes in the middle of the night…to hear us sing and play and toast to life…

I remember it all too well…and it happened … And it left me high … Pacific High

]]> https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/soundscapes-of-a-journey/feed/ 0 Crucified in glitter https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/post-with-link-to-elsewhere/ https://www.veronikacoassolo.com/post-with-link-to-elsewhere/#comments Fri, 11 Apr 2014 11:11:10 +0000 http://themes.wpbox.net/written/?p=58 Trapped in a smile
as painful as an open wound
stuck in a pretty distortion of the truth
feathers on the floor
I found myself crucified in glitter
and I caught fire
sacrificed my wings in hell
intoxicated by guilt
just to realize
no one else cared
I was hoping you could speak my language
screamed my words against a foreign wall
but in a corridor with no doors
Is it too late to reach out for a hand?
hope for anyone to understand?
Slowly loosing my own voice
I framed a tear
walked down the street
and sold it
There’s plenty of bookies
they line the streets
I gave that money to a homeless man
I’m not generous
I had nothing to buy
Is it best to start all over one more time?
Who stole the dreams?
Mother says careful they don’t steel your self esteem
What if I don’t really care?
I don’t really mind?
Cause I’ve seen the sun setting on the rising tide
and I’ve sung my soul for all to hear
and if I had to die
I would be sad only for the ones
who would truly shed a tear
Me, I’m fine

veronika coassolo

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