Juste avant le grand tremblement de terre
tout le monde
a rêvé.

Sugiura Keisuke

Bonne Année!
Seule la télévision
me la souhaite.

Sumitaku Kenshin

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz


Street art

One eye sees, the other feels.

Paul Klee
Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.

Pablo Picasso

Natal em Portugal

(Do meu) coração

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz (Saint-Malo)

Going home for Christmas

Tomorrow, I’ll be flying away. Crossing the deep blue ocean. Sharing my secrets with the cotton clouds.
The last time we were all together for Christmas was 10 years ago. My youngest daughter was a baby. Time really flies!
These pictures are even older. They were taken before filters became fashionable. They remind me Lisbon. Home. Family ties. Unconditional love.
Four brothers and sisters, living in four different countries, will meet again where it all began. And they will bring their own families. We’ll speak four languages again.
We will laugh and cry. Of that I’m sure! Because we know the clock is ticking. And this might be our last chance. Sometimes the best is not yet to come. It’s just here and now.
I’ll be offline during a week, at least. Away from the internet and into flesh-and-blood relationships. I will miss you but I’ll be busy hugging and kissing my dear siblings.
I wish you all Happy Holidays! Wherever you are and whoever you are with… Make the best of it! Take care. Be safe. Be happy.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Hiver I

Bleu profond
engourdi par le froid
un dieu part en voyage.

Fuyuno Niji

Photos : Paul Laurent Bressin


Des histoires séculaires
Des ruelles irréguliaires
L’Intramuros sombre et mystérieux
Sous le ciel ténébreux
Des habitants fort accrochés
Au caractère bien trempé
La Manche invahie les plages
Quel bel assemblage!
Au loin, la cloche sonne
Sans oublier personne
Car ils sont aussi solidaires
Ces Malouins, parfois autoritaires
Je l’appelle maison
Depuis plusieurs saisons
Cette ville n’est pas la mienne
Mais je l’aime.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz


Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Tout était doux ce matin-là.
Tout semblait revenir des douches du dimanche.


Street art

Les écrivains publics écrivent à la craie sur les murs.
Les écrivains du Ciel eux, ont l’Imprimatur.

Jacques Prévert
Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Feeling the blue

A certain blue enters your soul.

Henri Matisse

Something happens, blue thinks, and then it goes on happening forever. It can never be changed, can never be otherwise.

Paul Auster
Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Blue has no dimensions, it is beyond dimensions.

Yves Klein

Preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Carl Sagan

Find your own way!

Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Adversity is the first path to truth.

Lord Byron

The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.

Victor Hugo

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.

Antonio Machado

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz