Lost

Photo: Paul Laurent Bressin

Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor’s breast
And the harbor’s eyes.

Carl Sandburg
Publicité

Mind the gap

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

She flapped her wings
Too soon
She stroke life
Too late.

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Immortality

Reprise

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Death will never tear us apart
You belong to that special category
You are everywhere
Your voice is in my mind
Always
Your wise advice are dancing in my brain
Faultless
Your sweet hug keeps me company
All the time
Memories will be my best friend
No matter what
Your body is weak and shrunken
It’s OK
One day, the pain will slide away
Forever
But our love will remain
For Eternity
Why would you need a cracked body
If you already have the most important?
A beautiful clear soul
And remember, yours is immortal.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz



(In)sanity

Broken wings
Cracked body
Swinging legs
Mouth shut
Sealed lips
Hands tied
Locked eyes
Clay feet
Shouted words
Scared face
Dark thoughts
Unrested feelings
Drifting boat
Heavy storm
Soul in peace.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Spring in Autumn

A flower blossoms for its own joy.

Oscar Wilde

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.

Okakura Kakuzo

I must have flowers, always, and always.

Claude Monet

The earth laughs in flowers.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Golden dreams

Reprise

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

Where is the moon?

Reprise

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The night is coming, slowly
The stars are already sparkling
In the black sky
Where’s the moon?
I can’t see her round face
Where is my friend tonight?
She’ll be here, I know it
Calling my name
She’s dancing alone
I fell like singing
To my dearest confident
Please stay with me, I beg
Don’t let me down
I don’t want to be on my own at midnight.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Utopia

Photo : Paul Laurent Bressin

I wish I had wings to fly to a better place
I wish we could erase all the sadness of the world
I wish I could open all the locked doors
I wish hope and peace were our best friends
I wish we knew how to end floods and fires
I wish I could give a voice to those who cannot speak
I wish we could heal the Earth
I wish I could shut down all the stupids
I wish cancer didn’t exist (or it was just an ugly word!)
I wish the earthquakes were only real in action movies
I wish Haiti would be a happy country again
I wish we could reset the world.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Paloma

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

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

Keep the faith

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

For the past twenty years I missed births, engagements, weddings, birthdays…
That’s part of the package of living away from our own country.
I don’t regret my choices.
Wandering around the world has given me so much!
And I love all the countries where I’ve lived so far.
Little did I know that the worst was yet to come.
2020 was a dreadful year for many different reasons.
Unfortunately, 2021 has been a tough one too.
And what can I say about 2022?
When we all thought that the nightmare was behind us this cruel war broke out.
It’s all a matter of seconds.
Oil, gas and cereals too.
While this mad man tries to regain the lost(?) empire
The rest of the world is obsessed with the rise of the prices for essential goods.
As if money were more important than a human life.
I think God is challenging us.
Everything happens for a reason.
So they say…
I often miss my family and friends but now is different.
The guilt keeps chasing me.
I should be there.
Lately, my life is a frame of suppositions.
A puzzle of missing pieces.
And time is my most feared enemy.
I’ll get there, eventually.


Filipa Moreira da Cruz