Reprise
She flapped her wings
Too soon
She stroke life
Too late.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Mind the gap
sadness
Last Christmas
13th of January 2023. Exactly one month after my birthday. My mother was 68 years old, and I had just turned 45.
One year ago, I was alone in a plane from Rennes to Lisbon, crying the whole way for two reasons: I had a terrible otitis (blood and pus were slipping from my year), and I was going to join my family for my mother’s funeral. Oh boy…what a sad day!
I love travelling and I enjoy being by myself. Nevertheless, for the first time, I felt extremely lonely. I just couldn’t stop crying. Tears kept falling along my cheeks while my soul felt strangely lighter and lighter. The crew thought the pressure was too painful for my year. They were partly right. Little did they know that the pain was not only physical.
I could never have thought that losing my mother would be that hard. Most of my family members have left this world in late December or early January. My mother kept strong enough to enjoy the last family reunion. Both my children could spend a warm Christmas with her. I am so grateful for that! Once everybody left, she decided it was time to go. Smoothly.
I wish I could rewind time. I wish I could give her a last kiss. I wish I could frozen our best moments. I wish I could hold her in my arms again. I wish she could see my children become grown-ups. I wish she could have lived until she was 100 years old. She was still so young!
Life goes on, and we are only passing by. I’m sure my mother is dancing with the stars and flirting with the sun. Meanwhile, I’ll try to make the best of it on Earth. carpe diem
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
(In)sanity
Reprise
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
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Israel-Hamas war: It’s not « the Arabs »
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
Lost
Desolate and lone
Carl Sandburg
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.
Mind the gap
She flapped her wings
Too soon
She stroke life
Too late.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Immortality
Reprise
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
De malinha pronta 