Golden sand

Take me to the place where the sun never sleeps
Forget everything, except your dreams
Let’s sail away. Shall we?
I want to feel the golden sand under my bare feet

We will live in the summerland
Trust me and hold my hand
You won’t need any luggage
Your belongings are just a mirage

Pick up the shells on your path
Release your soul from the past
A new day is waiting for you
Make a wish, it will come true.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz


A dream come true

Reprise

Winter trees were drawn on the sand
Is it possible?
Yes, I’ve done it with my own hand
Maybe the long cold days
Wanted to be kissed by the sun
And have fun
For a change!
Horses dance by the sea
We are galloping
Just you and me
What a beautiful dream
Who said I am dreaming?
My eyes are wide open
1…2…3…
Give it a try
Come with me!

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

A dream come true

Winter trees were drawn on the sand
Is it possible?
Yes, I’ve done it with my own hand
Maybe the long cold days
Wanted to be kissed by the sun
And have fun
For a change!
Horses dance by the sea
We are galloping
Just you and me
What a beautiful dream
Who said I am dreaming?
My eyes are wide open
1…2…3…
Give it a try
Come with me!

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Golden sand

Take me to the place where the sun never sleeps
Forget everything, except your dreams
Let’s sail away. Shall we?
I want to feel the golden sand under my bare feet.

We will live in the summerland
Trust me and hold my hand
You won’t need any luggage
Your belongings are just a mirage.

Pick up the shells on your path
Release your soul from the past.
A new day is waiting for you
Make a wish, it will come true.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz


On my way home

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

On my way home I’m on demand
I see the rainbow in the sky
The red crab is dancing
Among others, in the golden sand

On my way home I have time
To enjoy the beautiful landscape
And I cannot believe
Mother nature has blessed me

On my way home I just breathe
The salted water on my hair
The seaweed cracking below my feet
The sky changes in a blink

On my way home I forget my pain
My eyes are craving for a miracle
Suddenly, the bush of the old tree
Is waving me again

On my way home I feel free.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz