Moon in a purple sky

Purple sky
Above my head
Violet dreams
Is all I have
White moon
Dancing alone
Pink thoughts
I am on my own.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

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Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.

Bil Keane

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

Mahatma Gandhi

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Luna

Reprise

Whenever you feel like giving up
Remember
Once the sun falls asleep
The moon starts dancing
In the purple sky
Again and again.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

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I’m ready

Reprise

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I used to be afraid of everything
Avoiding my own deepest feeling
Everytime others moved too fast
I felt apart
I counted the words inside my head
And my face turned into bright red
Whenever someone stared at me
I just wanted to vanish and feel free
Life was easy though
Because the usual things flow
Naturally
Simply
Now I’m ready to unwrap my wings and fly
I’ll use my imagination to colour the sky
In green and blue
As long as there will be me and you.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

Luna

Whenever you feel like giving up
Remember
Once the sun falls asleep
The moon starts dancing
In the purple sky
Again and again.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

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Pink thoughts

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

Vera Nazarian

If hot red is for anger and rage, pink is the color of a soft burning – hot enough to light up the dark corners of sadness and grief, but cool enough to be tender, innocent, open.

 Ibi Zoboi

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Fly away

Reprise

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Come with me
Let’s fly away

Forget your luggage
You won’t need any belongings

Hold my hand
I will show the world

The fresh grass will be our bed
And the sky the only roof above our heads

Trust me
I will never let you down

Don’t think twice
Together we are stronger

Just say yes
And this amazing journey may begin

Are you ready?
The stars are willing to be our guides

Come with me
Let’s fly away.

_{Filipa Moreira da Cruz}

On my way home

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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}

Summer X

To see the summer sky is poetry, though never in a book it lie–true poems flee.

Emily Dickinson

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Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Henry James

Summer VII

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I love how summer just wraps its arms around you like a warm blanket.

Kellie Elmore

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I could never in a hundred summers get tired of this.

Susan Branch