Portas e mais portas

Portas que abrem
E outras que fecham
Portas que acolhem
Aqueles que por elas espreitam
Portas delicadas
De veludo e de algodão
Portas brutas e desajeitadas
Que nos dão um empurrão
Portas que rangem
E incomodam
Portas quase invisíveis
Que não pertencem a ninguém
Portas que sonham em ser janelas
Do cimo de um prédio
Portas que lutam
Para não morrer de tédio.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Poetry By Filipa & Amber {1} ~ Expanding The Horizons Of The Mind Through Travelling

Two ❤, two ✍ and one poem. Thank you Amber! 🍀

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Travelling through a picture, a book, music or a poem
Your friends experiences igniting the fire in your dreams, sending an omen
Travelling and expanding the horizons of the infinite multitudes of mind worldly manifestations
Travelling with your eyes wide open or perfectly closed
Travelling around the world
Or without leaving your place
The imagination has it’s own space
Bridged, connected
No dead-ends or frontiers
Travelling with no luggage at all
Or prepared for an adventure, survival gear, tools
Having the starry sky as a roof
And the soft grass as a bed
Finding ways around financial balances instead
Travelling alone or in good company
By car, by train, by plane, on foot
Or even in a colourful balloon
Travelling from Kenya to Alaska
Crossing mountains, deep seas and valleys
Jungles, forests and desert galleys
Travelling through your sleep
Breath out, breath in
Take the experiences and warp your life…

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