F.A.M.I.L.Y.

International Family Day

F amily always comes first
A ll together we reach the stars
M oments to be cherished and shared
I incandescent faith and hope
L et go of your fears and be happy
Y ielding ties and connecting every day.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The house next door

Photo : Paul Laurent Bressin

I remember the sumptuous parties
Everyone would do anything
Just to have an invitation
The guests were all dressed up
The orchestra starts playing « My way »
The gentlman winks gently
At the lady next to him
Children were not welcome
Nannies would put them to sleep
A piece of cake!
Promising blueberry pancakes
The following day
I slide quickly under the table
Making no sound
So afraid of being discovered
Suddenly… I saw her
Brighter than the sun
Prettier than any star
Sweeter than honey
Softer than cotton
She didn’t walk
She flew
Her arms were like wings
Waving me
She wore a long pink dress
Not my favourite colour
But who cares?
She could be dressed up
In a simple white sheet
For me, she was perfect
Years went by so fast
I got married, had children
Who gave me grandchildren
But I still remember
The beautiful girl
From the house next door.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The yellow house

Reprise

Photo : Paul Laurent Bressin

Everytime she was feeling blue
She thought of good old times in the yellow house
When winters were cold and bitter
She kept dreaming of the yellow house
If she was scared of something
She thought she was in the yellow house
Whenever she missed her loved ones
She looked at the pictures of the yellow house
If life was too hard on her
She snapped her fingers and pretended she was in the yellow house
In case the moon wouldn’t show up
She would think of the bright yellow wall that covered her house
The one where she was born, got married, gave birth and buried her husband
The house that welcomed her family, friends, pets and memories
All her life remains in the silence of the yellow house
« One day I will go back », she often said
But days became weeks and the weeks became months
Months turned into years and then…
Her hair went grey and her bones shrank
She got sick, she knew her time had come
When she saw the angel opening his arms
She closed her eyes and whispered
« Please, take me home to my yellow house. »

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

carpe diem

Reprise

Remember when we were young, wild and free?
Back then, simple pleasures filled us with joy
Good old times!
Where did our dreams go?
We should not worry about tomorrow
Because we don’t know what it might bring us
If troubles will come we take care of them later
Instead, put a smile on your face
Enjoy every moment as it was the last one
We are lucky enough to be alive
What if things go wrong?
We’ll fall and we might even be hurt
Yet, we’ll be on our two feet again.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

A hint of Ireland

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 on 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


Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

La bella Venezia

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

Truman Capote

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

Arthur Symons

Venice, its temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Photos : Paul Laurent Bressin

Time is rushing me

I remember so well my childhood
Good old times!
Now my children are the ones that shrive me
I remember when life was made of endless Summer days
Although I’ve always preferred Autumn evenings
I remember playing with my brother and sisters
Monopoly would last all night long
It’s still the case
Certain things will never change
I remember when my skin was firm and my body flexible
My smile is not gone but my face is slightly wrinkled
And my brown hair is smoothly turning to gray
Here and there
I don’t mind aging
I wouldn’t change 43 for 22
Every birthday should be celebrated
Because we are alive
I just feel that time keeps rushing me
And there’s nothing I can do to slow it down.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

F.A.M.I.L.Y.

F amily always comes first
A ll together we reach the stars
M oments to be cherished and shared
I incandescent faith and hope
L et go of your fears and be happy
Y ielding ties and connecting every day.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

carpe diem

Remember when we were young, wild and free?
Back then, simple pleasures filled us with joy
Good old times!
Where did our dreams go?
We should not worry about tomorrow
Because we don’t know what it might bring us
If troubles will come we take care of them later
Instead, put a smile on your face
Enjoy every moment as it was the last one
We are lucky enough to be alive
What if things go wrong?
We’ll fall and we might even be hurt
Yet, we’ll be on our two feet again.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The house next door

Photo : Paul Laurent Bressin

I remember the sumptuous parties
Everyone would do anything
Just to have an invitation
The guests were all dressed up
The orchestra starts playing « My way »
The gentlman winks gently
At the lady next to him
Children were not welcome
Nannies would put them to sleep
A piece of cake!
Promising blueberry pancakes
The following day
I slide quickly under the table
Making no sound
So afraid of being discovered
Suddenly… I saw her
Brighter than the sun
Prettier than any star
Sweeter than honey
Softer than cotton
She didn’t walk
She flew
Her arms were like wings
Waving me
She wore a long pink dress
Not my favourite colour
But who cares?
She could be dressed up
In a simple white sheet
For me, she was perfect
Years went by so fast
I got married, had children
Who gave me grandchildren
But I still remember
The beautiful girl
From the house next door.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz