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Mojca Vakselj

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Not your typical dreamer.
Passionate writer ♾️, artist by 💖, PR manager by chance.
🏖️ SunsetChaser.
🧜‍♀️Blonde by choice-🧜‍♀️🦄 by soul.
Love🟰Love.

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Č𝐑𝐍𝐔Š𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐉𝐄 — 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 🎶🤍

I loved hosting @gradevizija with @jakobkapus @janveharsson. But honestly? Singing with them was the part I’d been looking forward to most. 🤍

Lately, I keep noticing something — in myself and in the people around me who truly follow their hearts. So often, we find our way back to the things we loved as children. Sometimes we even build our working lives around them. As though, after all that searching, we begin to recognise something that has been ours all along.

For me, that has always been creativity. My safe place. My joy. My little patch of sunlight.

Music, writing, performing, playing someone else for a while… They’ve given me somewhere to go when the world felt a little too much, more times than I could count.

And music still takes me somewhere nothing else can. Somewhere I lose track of time and stop keeping track of myself. To be part of it, to make it with friends and give people a reason to smile — that’s a kind of happiness I wish I could bottle.

This performance brought me back into that little bubble. Where there was no judging, comparing, competing. No chasing perfection or wondering whether I was enough.

Just the sheer joy of being there. Singing. Sharing it with the boys. Feeling the room sing back. ✨

I think there’s something worth listening to in the things that made us happy before we ever thought we had to be good at them.

And perhaps following that joy brings us closer to each other, too. Reminds us that we belong to the same whole. That we’re here to connect, stand beside one another, and have as much fun as we can in this beautiful, far-too-short life.

Jakob, Jan — thank you for sharing this little patch of sunlight with me. How lovely that we get to play. 🤍

#Gradevizija #BackToMyself #TheJoyOfMusic #MakingMemories #neverstopplaying by @mojca_vakselj

✨𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀.

“Pretty” is a lovely start.
But tell me what you almost said.
The thought you edited.
The question you turned into a joke.

You know I’m curious.

#BeneathTheSurface #unspoken by @mojca_vakselj

𝟔 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 🤍

Honestly, I have no new words today.
Only the ones I’ve been repeating quietly for six months: 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 🥹💔

Every second.
Even when I laugh.
When I work. When I talk about other things.
When, from the outside, everything seems to be in its place.

It isn’t.
Because you’re not here.

I don’t know how to put into words the emptiness you left behind. All I know is that I still long to rest my face against yours, close my eyes, and, for a moment, have everything again.

Your closeness.
Your breathing.
Your unconditional love.
Us.

Half a year has passed, my Nachi.
And I still wish for the most ordinary things.
To stroke your fur.
To call your name and watch you come to me.
To have you here.

I miss you so much.
And I love you just as much.
Still. Every day. 🤍

#petgrief #nacholove #foreverandalways by @mojca_vakselj

𝗕𝗨𝗗𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗦𝗧, 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚?✨🇭🇺

I always had a “someday” ready for Budapest.
For places much further away, I somehow managed to find an actual date. ✈️

Why? Good question. Perhaps I thought it could wait because it was so close. As if there had to be a few time zones between me and anything truly special.

Then I finally came here. And as I wandered through the city, I kept asking myself: Mojca, what exactly were you waiting for?

Budapest amazed me. I caught myself stopping mid-conversation because something else had made me look up. Thinking about coming back before I’d even left. 🤍

And I felt a little ridiculous realising how long I’d put it off simply because it wasn’t going anywhere.

How many things do we treat like that? Places, ideas, people, possibilities we give less of our curiosity to because they’ve been within reach all along. Not quite exotic enough for our grand expectations. Too easy to get to for us to rearrange our plans.

Yet here, I didn’t feel anything was missing. There was just the right amount of everything — including that feeling of being so delighted by something that you want to tug on someone’s sleeve and say, “Are you seeing this?” 🥹

I’m grateful I finally came.

And from now on, I’d like to replace a few more of my “somedays” with dates. 🗓️

Thank you, Eva for sharing this Budapest adventure with me. 🤗🌷Here’s to everything we’ll remember — and all the reasons to come back. 🥂😎😁👌🏻

This is definitely not the last reel from this little escape. You’ve been warned. 😉

#Budapest #BudapestMoments #CityBreak #FromSomedayToToday by @mojca_vakselj

𝟖 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚. 𝐌𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐣𝐥𝐣𝐮𝐛𝐬̌𝐞𝐠𝐚 "𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜̌𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐜̌𝐤𝐚" 𝐳 "𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐢" 𝐬𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐦. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐜̌𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐣𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐧. ❤️

Dragi moj "najljubši nečak, kar sem jih kdajkoli imela ;-) Vsak tvoj rojstni dan je darilo tudi nam, saj z njim praznujemo najlepše darilo tega življenja – tebe. Neskončno te imam rada in tako zelo sem ponosna nate.

Vedno sledi sebi in svojim sanjam. Mi smo takoj za tabo – da te ujamemo, podpremo in navijamo zate. Zate tudi nebo ni meja. ❤️🎂 Vse najboljše ljubezen!!

#VseNajboljšeTeo #MojNajljubšiMiniČloveček #ponosnateta #NeskončnaLjubezen #NeboNiMeja by @mojca_vakselj

✨ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐉𝐀 — 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐄 ✨

Some nights, stepping onto a stage comes easily. On others, you wish you could borrow a little of the energy you’re meant to bring.

Last night was one of those nights. I wasn’t exactly feeling like an Olympian, and stepping out in front of a full house ready for an evening of fun felt harder than usual.

But a dear friend—someone who doesn’t just feel at home on stage, but is one with it—reminded me: have fun, put on a smile, and let the magic happen.

And she was right. 🤍

@gradevizija has a way of finding you where you are and bringing you back into the joy of it all.

🎤 The contestants, each bringing their own winning moment.
🫶 The audience, ready to leave the world outside for a couple of hours and simply have fun.
🏃‍♀️ And Jakob and Jan, who know how to support you, make you laugh, and run a lap beside you when you barely feel like walking.

Somewhere along the way, the energy I’d been trying to find was suddenly there—in the room, between us, carrying me too. ✨

And being able to share this evening with my family makes me happier still. This year, my nephew Teo even stole the show—the moment he stepped onto the stage, all eyes were on him. Proud auntie? You have no idea. 🥹❤️

So grateful to be part of this project. So proud of everyone who brings it to life. Thank you all for another unforgettable evening. ❤️

And yes… the full Črnuški svatje performance is still to come. 😉

#Gradevizija #LetTheMagicHappen #EurovisionSpirit #onstage by @mojca_vakselj

𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. 🌷

Somewhere between the lines,
there’s a place where I don’t look away,
where my hand finds yours,
and I say all the things
I turn into metaphors instead.

If you ever find yourself in my words,
stay a little.
🤍

#BetweenTheLines #MyLoveLanguage #UnspokenWords #Poetry #goldenhour by @mojca_vakselj

𝐊𝐨 𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐫𝐞č𝐚 𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐣𝐨. ✨
Življenje ima včasih prav zabaven občutek za dramaturgijo. Napiše prizor, za šestnajst let zamenja kulise, potem pa te spet postavi pred istega človeka. In ti za trenutek preplete preteklost s sedanjostjo. ✨

Petra Vodeta sem prvič srečala kot novinarka, ko sem ga intervjuvala ob njegovem nastopu v oddaji Slovenija ima talent. Takrat mlad fant s kitaro in talentom, ki ga je bilo težko preslišati.

Včeraj sva se spet srečala. V njegovem studiu, kjer smo z Jakobom in Janom snemali presenečenje za letošnjo Gradevizijo. Tokrat sem tudi sama stala pred mikrofonom — le vprašanja so zamenjale note. 😇🎶

Kako lepo je po toliko letih videti, da je nekdo ostal zvest temu, kar je v njem že takrat tako močno žarelo. In slišati, kako je ta talent skozi leta izobraževanja doma in v tujini, izkušenj in ustvarjanja dobil nove razsežnosti. Peter, res sem vesela, da si ostal v glasbi in da sem lahko od blizu doživela glasbenika, v katerega si zrasel. ❤️

Bil je eden tistih večerov, ko med glasbo, smehom in ustvarjanjem pozabiš pogledati na uro. Domov pa odneseš precej več kot posnetek.

Mene se je to srečanje dotaknilo. Spomnilo me je, koliko življenja se zgodi med dvema srečanjema. In kako lepo je, ko se poti spet prekrižajo — ravno ob pravem času, za neko novo skupno zgodbo.

Hvaležna za takšne trenutke. In za včerajšnji mali košček magije. ✨

Kaj smo ustvarjali? Nekaj malega razkrije video, ostalo pa vas čaka na Gradeviziji, v soboto, 17. oktobra. Pridite — z Jakobom in Janom vam pripravljamo presenečenje. 😉🎤

💌 Rezervacije vstopnic: gradevizija@klub-ogae.si

#Gradevizija #PeterVode #GlasbaPovezuje #nowandthen #hvaležna by @mojca_vakselj

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂,
holding a truth your heart has yet to see,
to meet your eyes and feel them anchoring me,
and know, without a doubt … this is where I am meant to be.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂,
when your eyes reveal each place that life has torn,
every hidden scar, every battle quietly worn.
In dreams I kiss each wound until the hurting is through,
then wrap you in a love that asks nothing of you.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲,
when invisible threads keep pulling me there,
from your heart to mine,
through distance and time.
Still I follow the stars and the stories they write,
hoping for »us« is the ending they promise each night.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹,
knowing its force can overwhelm what’s real.
So many questions, more answers held inside,
unspoken in the space we leave so wide.
I try to let this ocean reach you as a gentle tide,
yet it rises past the lines I draw to hold it all inside—
too strong to fit within an ordinary frame,
too deep to wear a quieter name.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂
when your lips feel familiar before they meet mine,
when even imagining them feels dangerously divine.
I ache for their sweetness, for one stolen taste,
like a bee finding nectar and drinking in haste.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼,
when something in me has always known
I’ve waited for you longer than this life can show,
since we loosened our hands where dimensions divide,
and I watched you disappear on the other side.
Still, somehow, I’ll understand why
if this time, too, you leave without goodbye.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿,
while your touch remains light-years from here.
And still,
after all that is painful, uncertain and true,
the easiest thing I have ever done …
is love you.

By Moi

#poem #poetry #soulmate #sehnsucht #heartandsoul by @mojca_vakselj

💫𝟳 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬 ✨

What in me stirred your fears so suddenly,
and closed the gardens budding tenderly?
Which careless word of wonder made you stray,
and sent your dreaming soul so far away?

Where have you hidden that soulful gaze?
Have you slipped back into convention’s quiet maze?
When did your longing let those doubts draw near,
and your awakened heart learn shame instead of cheer?

Do melodies of evenings shared still play?
Are their inviting midnight lyrics finding you by day?
Do you regret the rainbow I let shine,
the tender truths laid bare in every line?

Did magic threads entwine us, two by two,
or was I breathing in that scene alone with you?
Did you reveal your colours, let their true depths be seen,
or hand the artist in me colours that had never been?

I miss the playful way our worlds would intertwine,
the scent of secrets drifting from your shores to mine.
“Seven minutes are enough to know you”… could that be true?
One cigarette, a long inhale, anticipation in the smoke—a dance in rain with you.

Tonight, beneath the stars, I strike a flame,
and ask the moon one question wrapped around your name…
Was I just a clown in the perfect life you stage for show,
a passing answer on a rotting branch where longings grow?

Again… what was it in me that woke your fear?
These questions cannot hush the voices I still hear.
The final smoke of a cigarette we never shared…
A sigh… will I forget you, then wish I’d never dared?

By Moi

P.s. 3 wonderful sketches in the reel were done by amazing @mitjabokunillustrations 🙏🏻🥰 Check out his work!

#poetry #poem #poesia #poeticsoul #soulconnection by @mojca_vakselj

𝟱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 💔❤️‍🩹✨♾️

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
breathes softly through your lungs,
and flows through every vein,
still carrying our love beyond the pain.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
still sees through your gentle eyes,
still feels the world beneath your little paws,
as if love never learned the meaning of because.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
thinks of you with every passing beat,
through every second of the days
that sometimes stretch too long without your feet.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
dies and comes alive again
in every tear that falls so tenderly,
carrying your name
and a little piece of me.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
still breathes within the tenderness of yesterday,
while learning how to dance with what may come my way,
one holding all we were,
one reaching for tomorrow anyway.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
still searches for your face in passing light,
in fleeting shadows waiting out of sight,
as if around some corner I might find
the little soul I never left behind.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
still chooses to believe
your heart has never truly gone,
it simply found a home in mine
and quietly beats on.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲
will always live in you,
as part of you lives endlessly in me.
No distance, time, nor final breath
could change what we will always be.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀. Forever. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲. 🐾❤️

By Moi

#grief #nacholove #partofme #togetherforever by @mojca_vakselj

𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒚, 𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 ✨

Don’t cry, my dear,
the stars still stitch their light into the dark.

Yesterday is a distant shore,
today still calls you back for more,
tomorrow whispers: Breathe. Let go. Explore.

Don’t cry, my dear,
the wind plays through the trees for you.

Wipe away the tears that cloud your eyes,
trust the endless universe above —
there is still so much ahead of you to love.

Don’t cry, my dear,
the emptiness you feel is calling for a touch.

The space that loss has carved within
is asking for new closeness to begin.
Trust it. Let another kind of warmth come in.

Don’t cry, my dear,
each falling tear makes one flower fade.

Sorrow slowly steals the smile you wear,
but my arms are strong enough to share
the weight you carry.
Come … I’ll hold you there.

And if you must cry, my dear,
then let me cry beside you too.

Let our tears become a river as they flow,
washing old wounds and losses as they go,
making room for all the love we’ve yet to know.

Don’t cry, my dear.
The world needs your smile.

By Moi

#poetry #poem #starsaligned #grief #newbeginnings by @mojca_vakselj