Le repas est servi!

Un repas est insipide s’il n’est assaisonné d’un brin de folie. Erasmus Les Français ont une telle façon gourmande d’évoquer la bonne chair qu’elle leur permet de faire entre les repas des festins de paroles. Pierre Daninos

Fields of gold

Rolling over the hillSpinning aroundAgain and againBountiful harvestSore handsHappy facesBlissful landcsapeChildren running And laughing out loudChasing the dogsAnd counting the cows. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Coup sur coup…

J’ai jeté un coup d’oeilJe n’osais pas le dérangerAprès le coup de téléphoneJe l’ai posé la questionSa réponse a eu l’effet d’un coup de poingAutant vous dire Que j’aurais préféré me guérir d’un coup de soleilJuste ma peau serait abîméeIl était si loin le coup de foudreL’ amour dure trois joursTout d’un coupIl change d’avisEt

Time is rushing me

I remember so well my childhoodGood old times!Now my children are the ones that shrive meI remember when life was made of endless Summer daysAlthough I’ve always preferred Autumn eveningsI remember playing with my brother and sistersMonopoly would last all night longIt’s still the caseCertain things will never changeI remember when my skin was firm

Amor sem espinhos

Não há bela sem senãoNão há alma sem coraçãoNão há rosa sem espinhosNão há metas sem caminhosNão há mar sem ondasNão há praia sem conchasNão há recompensa sem esforçoNão há festa sem alvoroçoNão há Outono sem chuvaNão há presença como a tuaNão há Verão sem calorNão há paz sem amorNão há queijo sem marmeladaNão há

Água

Água de nevão dá muito pãoMas também faz desabar as paredesA água é boa para lavar os pésE para criar rãs na barrigaÁgua corrente não faz mal à genteE esterco não consenteÁgua parada: água estragadaÁgua detida faz mal à vidaÁgua o deu, água o levouÁguas passadas não moem moinhosNem lavam as más línguasÁgua mole, em

Utopia

I wish I had wings to fly to a better placeI wish we could erase all the sadnessI wish I could open all the locked doorsI wish hope and peace were our best friendsI wish we knew how to end floods and firesI wish I could give a voice to those who cannot speakI wish

Flowers by the sea

The sun is lying on the groundExhaustedThe sky decided to take a rideAloneThe sea turned into orangeCapricousThe birds are running Fast and furiousThe lions show their brand new wingsProudOnly the flowers are still the sameAre you sure?Take a closer look!They have a new wardrobe. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : Paul Laurent Bressin

Mon coin du paradis

Je me lève de bonne humeurMais pas souvent à l’heureJe regarde la mer devant moiElle me nargue, dans son désarroiJe ne fais pas la têteLa vie est une fêteParfois, je regretteD’être naïve et bêteUn jour, j’irai là-basJe suivrai mes pasPetite fille capricieuseMais grande joueuseQui rit aux éclatsSans gêne ni embarrasOh, ma maison chérieTu es d’ailleurs

Let’s go!

It’s the end of the worldSo what?!Grab my hand… let’s move on.Take your bikeGo for a walkEnjoy the rideAlone or with your best friendIf life gives you spoonsEat an ice-creamIf the sky showers your head with heavy rainForget the umbrellaBe grateful!Your villain thoughts will be washed awayRemember the best is yet to come Meanwhile, let’s