From Brittany with love

Reprise

Des balades en mer
Vite! Le soleil est éphémère
Des randonnées dans la fôret
Des villages enchantées
Des églises séculaires
Des hommes révolutionnaires.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

_{^{Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz}}

Publicité

Saint-Cast-le-Guildo

Reprise

Dimanche en famille
Dolce fareniente
Une promenade à quatre
Les pieds dans l’eau
Et la tête dans les nuages… là-haut.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

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A hint of Ireland

Reprise

Am I stil in Brittany?
As I go down the street
It looks like Ireland to me
Good old memories
Dancing in my mind
Green valleys
Sheperd hills
Stone houses
With colourful eyes
Mystic fog and humid air
Redhead children playing outside
And sunny days sometimes
The pub around the corner
Is missing from the pictures
Was I dreaming?
Oh, so it is France indeed
I hoped it was Ireland instead
I shall drink a bitter cider
Wishing it was a Guinness pint.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

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Street art

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

Paul Cézanne

The position of the artist is humble. He is essentially a channel.

Piet Mondrian

Dinan

Reprise

Promenade en famille
La Rance nous accompagne
Tout au long du chemin
Les oiseaux chuchotent
Et les fleurs se balancent doucement
Les pierres des maisons
Au bord de la rivière
Racontent des histoires séculaires
Elles sont notre havre de paix
Notre protection
Mais nous sommes trop pressés
C’est dommage…
Pas de temps pour les écouter
Nous n’avons toujours pas compris
Que la vie ne tient qu’à un fil.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

_{^{Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz}}

On se met au vert

Reprise

Ferme les yeux
Inspire… expire
Le monde se couvre
De bleu et de vert
La Terre est heureuse à nouveau
Seules les fleurs ont le droit
De porter d’autres couleurs
Et nous?
Nous sommes rien ni personne
Face à ce spectacle unique
Et on remercie la nature
Toujours.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

_{^{Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz}}

Street art

Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.

Andy Wharol

The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

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Street art

Art is a line around your thoughts

Gustav Klimt

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I invent nothing, I rediscover.

Auguste Rodin

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Learn the rules like a pro so you can break them like an artist

Pablo Picasso

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The chief enemy of creativity is ‘good’ sense

Pablo Picasso

Uma casa como a minha

Casa é calma e aconchego?
Nem sempre
Há casas que são desasossego
E distraem a mente
Lar doce lar?
Algumas
Noutras é um inferno lá morar
Duvidas?
Queres entrar?
Bonita e sofisticada por fora
Quando entras, sonhas em ir-te embora
Os que lá moram choram em silêncio
Da violência fazem um convénio
Prefiro a minha casinha
Simples e pequenina
Em cada canto, respira-se magia
E todos os dias são uma alegria.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

_{^{Photos : Paul Laurent Bressin}}

Fields of gold

Reprise

Rolling over the hill
Spinning around
Again and again
Bountiful harvest
Sore hands
Happy faces
Blissful landcsape
Children running
And laughing out loud
Chasing the dogs
And counting the cows.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

_{^{Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz}}