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
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





Street art

Reprise

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

William Shakespeare

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


Secret beach

Golden sand
Shells in my hand
Deep see
Come with me
Foamy waves
I can almost hear the whales
Cool breeze
No worries, please!
Seagulls flying
Keep trying
Hidden treasures
My life is all that matters
Bare feet
You are so sweet
Golden silence
Freedom is my guidance.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

After work

Reprise

While a few take the subway
I stroll along the sea
Big cities have skyscrapers
My town has a castle
Pigeons are everywhere
Except here!
You’ll only come across seagulls and birds
Some children play in the shopping centers
Ours have the beach as their playground
I am blessed and grateful for living in such a beautiful place.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Street art

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

William Shakespeare

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Secret beach

Golden sand
Shells in my hand
Deep see
Come with me
Foamy waves
I can almost hear the whales
Cool breeze
No worries, please!
Seagulls flying
Keep trying
Hidden treasures
My life is all that matters
Bare feet
You are so sweet
Golden silence
Freedom is my guidance.

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


After work

While a few take the subway
I stroll along the sea
Big cities have skyscrapers
Mine has a castle
Pigeons are everywhere
Except here!
You’ll only come across seagulls and birds
Some children play in the shopping centers
Ours have the beach as their playground
I am blessed and grateful for living in such a beautiful place.

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