Reprise
Everything you can imagine is real.
Pablo Picasso
Creativity is intelligence having fun.
Albert Einstein
The chief enemy of creativity is « good » sense.
Pablo Picasso
Street art – Wonderlife
dreams
Golden dreams
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My life was made of rags
Random broken pieces
Like a ruined mill
That arouses no interest
Sadness filled my empty days
Whilst my nights were endless
And then, you came around
To release my golden dreams
And whisper velvet words
Grief brought us together
Yet, it is love that keeps us alive.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Stupid little things
Reprise
Draw me a rainbow in the blue sky
Tell me a story with a happy ending
Swim with me in the cold sea
Warm my heart
Buy me a strawberry ice cream
Fly away with me
Dance with me under the stars
Whisper me sweet words
Hide your fears and regrets
And show me only your dreams.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
A gust of wind
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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
Violet dreams
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Violet dreams
Floating in a child’s head
Vanished away
By the afternoon wind
Hope has left us
Empty remain our hearts
Love is no longer au rendez-vous
We fall apart
Set me free
Make a memory out of it
Things will get better
One day
I still believe
In my childhood violet dreams.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz
En tête à tête
I gave you wings
But it was you who made me fly
I gave you space
But it was you who set me free
I gave you my support
But it was you who brushed me up when I most needed it
I give you several reasons to be happy
But it is who puts a smile on my face
I give you strength
But it is you pushes me further
I give you love
But it is you who changes my world
I keep listening to my dreams
But it is you who makes impossible things happen.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Life is a party
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Life is a party
With fireworks, loud music and colorful balloons
We are both the hosts and the guests.
We dance, we sing, we have fun until the end
Life is party
That takes place in a beautiful stage
We are both the actors and the audience
And everybody knows their own role
Life is a party
Where we are punished for being happy
Others think we are crazy whenever we laugh
Dreams, joy and hope are not welcome
Life is a party
With animals and sad clowns
Nothing is real, but we love the applause
And children are part of it
Life is a party
Where we are all victims and prisoners
Of our fears, our regrets, our mistakes
But we keep trying
Life is a party
Please, wake me up when the fuss is over.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
A poem by Amber and Filipa
Reprise
Travelling through a picture, a book, a song 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 from within
Travelling forces you to step out of your comfort zone
Experiencing the real world, leaving behind this world’s addiction to phones
False evidence appearing real, fear
Let it come near
Travelling challenges your comprehension of this world
And once you return you’re no longer the same
Friends to call home and remembering names
Travelling broadens your brain, nourishes your spirit, cherishes your physical
And challenges your conception of this world
Leaving nostalgic photos, the world left in the crevices of your god given body.
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Filipa & Amber diosraw
Paloma
Sweet paloma
Has lost her wings
And her own heart is into pieces
The sky is no longer blue
Even the wind has gone away
Broken dreams
The whole world is against her
But she keeps struggling
Every day
Silence is a strength
Joy can be found through darkness
No time for regrets
No space for sadness
Fly paloma
One day you will be high.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Sweet dreams
Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well….
René Magritte
If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.
René Magritte
Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz
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