Do you remember the pink house, up on the hill?
Ask me to meet you there and I will.
Do your remember thinking life was a fairytale?
Drawing fishes that looked like whales.
Do you remember the blue sea and the golden sand?
We wished those times would never end.
Do you remember the scorching sun in the orange sky?
That day, we promised that our love would never die.
Do you remember our deepest dreams?
They were blown away by the wind.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Photos : Paul Laurent Bressin