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


Une randonnée à pied
Une virée à vélo
Une promenade en voiture
En longeant la côte
S’apprivoiser de la Méditerranée
En bateau ou en kayak
Tu nous attend les bras ouverts
Le soleil nous caresse le visage
Et le bleu du ciel nous rend heureux
Les façades colorées illuminent les rues
Avant le brouaba du marché
Que tu es belle et magique!
Je t’aime toutes les saisons
Mais avant le grand été encore plus
Surtout, dans les endroits secrets
Loin de la foule et des touristes
Qui ne parcourent que la promenade
Nice, tu es majestueuse et unique!

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Paul Laurent Bressin

Time after time

To grow old means to be rid of anxieties about the past.

Stefan Zweig

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

William Wordsworth

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.

Mother Theresa

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

Haruki Murakami

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Été I

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

L’été arrive
avec ses breloques
en forme de coquillages.

Mayuzumi Madoka

Summer I

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.

Al Bernstein

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

No man’s land

World Refugee Day


They spend their lives running away
Escaping war, starvation, floods, diseases
They leave their family and friends behind
No time for tears or goodbyes
We call them foreigners, refugees, migrants
But we tend to forget that we are not so different from us
They are just human beings trying to survive.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : KaDDD

Parabéns mãe!

Dear mum,

These flowers are for you
Wishing you will stay here too
You light up the saddest days
Without whining or complaints
You accept life as it comes
You believe in fairies and miracles
So do I!
I know you’re in good hands
Being alive is a blessing
Breathing is a victory
We’ve travelled around the world
My head flying between the clouds
Your feet firmly on the ground
Or was it the other way around?
We have shared long conversations
So many sleepless nights
Filled with loud laughters and silent tears
You’ve shown me that dreams have no limits
And (almost) everything is possible
You believed in me when others didn’t
You gave me the hand and pushed me further
I’m sure 67 is not the end
Your path will continue
God is patient; He will wait
We still need you among us
This year, you are not out of my sight
And always present in my heart
Distance will never tear us apart.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Before sunset

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream.

Bernard Williams
Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

There is nothing more musical than a sunset.

Claude Debussy

The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.

Stephen King
Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Life does not come with instructions on how to live, but it does come with trees, sunsets, smiles and laughter, so enjoy your day.

Debbie Shapiro

There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.

Jo Walton
Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Sunset is so marvelous that even the sun itself watches it every day in the reflections of the infinite oceans!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully.

Kristen Butler

Street art

C’est la saison rouge. Cerises et coquelicots.

Albert Camus

J’aime les coquelicots à cause du nom qu’ils portent, co-que-li-cots. C’est gai et il y a même là dedans des rires d’enfants heureux.

Romain Gary

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Bienvenue à Paris


L’alarme sonne. La circulation est interrompue.
Un accident? Un malaise d’un passager? Un problème technique? Personne ne sait.
La chaleur est presque insupportable, je manque d’air à cause de ce foutu masque!
J’ai à peine fermé l’oeil la veille, emportée par l’appréhension et l’excitation de ce voyage pas comme les autres.
Pourvu que je ne rate pas mon avion.
Les catacombes sont par là, mais on a bien d’autres choses à faire. Pas le temps pour une rencontre avec le passé.
Moi, c’est le présent que je guette.
Le monsieur debout frôle l’impatience. La petite fille regarde dans le vide, à travers la fenêtre sale.
Je ne prête plus attention à ma montre, car je sais que j’arriverai à temps.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz