I’m ready

I used to be afraid of everythingAvoiding my own deepest feelingEverytime others moved too fastI felt apartI counted the words inside my headAnd my face turned into bright redWhenever someone stared at meI just wanted to vanish and feel freeLife was easy thoughBecause the usual things flowNaturallySimplyNow I’m ready to unwrap my wings and flyI’ll

Hallow Queen

My daughter took care of the pumpkinSince orange is the new blackMy son made the scary facesUgly but sweetBoooh!Halloween is backTrick or treat. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz (Mathilde’s work)

Let’s go!

What if we only have two minutes left?What if the stars fall from the sky?What if our friends are no longer here?What if the sea drowns all the fishes?What if there is no future anymore?What if Earth swallows us up?What if our family leaves us behind?What if the sun doesn’t rise?We must not waste timeLet’s

Green power

All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Green is the prime colour of the world and that from which its loveliness arises. Pedro Calderon de la Barca Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Linger

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again. André Gide One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time. André Gide Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Ode to my Mother

You are the roots of the most beautiful treeThe branches and the fallen leaves tooYour inconditional love Heals our deepest woundsAnd your long armsWrap us in an endless hugBeyond distance and timeYou go through harsh wintersAlways with a smileAnd hot summersAre way less brighterThan your inner lightThat keeps shiningNo matter what. Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Troubled thoughts

Stan and Mathilde keep asking me why they can’t be with the Portuguese family. This Covid thing is taking too long, they say. Lisboa, Tomar, London, Verona… so close and yet… so far! What’s the point of having two weeks of vacations if we can’t join the ones we love the most, they shoot. Sharp

A sprinkle of Autumn

Brown and orange leavesCracking beneath my feetMy heart beats so fastUnwilling to let it all goTree branches sway in the windStripped of clothes and prejudicesLife can start overAgain an again. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

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1 Broken heart2 Almas enamoradas3 Mousquetaires4 Cantos do mundo5 Bambini felici6 Secrets to reveal7 Olas del mar8 Gâteaux sur la table9 Pássaros a levantar voo10 Dita sulle mani11 Friends of a lifetime12 Mariquitas en el jardín13 Marches à gravir14 Velas no bolo15 Farfalle multicolori16 Dreams inside my head17 Preguntas sin respuesta18 Chansons d’amour19 Promessas por

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present. Bil Keane Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. Mahatma Gandhi Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz